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exsiliumlogs2013-10-26 12:49 am
firstroar) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-26 12:49 am
Entry tags:
an unfortunate case of too much elle
Date & Time: 10/20-something it's a crap-shoot
Location: VR room
Characters: Chrono, Blue
Summary: who even let these two in here
Warnings: man idk
[virtual reality deals very much with the mind – as does Blue's natural-born power. it's what keeps him reluctant to try, doubting very heavily in the effectiveness...or worth of the illusions these rooms can provide.
he's had a bad history with mind-altering machines, after all.
yet a strange catharsis hangs around some who enter and leave them, and it's got him curious enough to try. if he's to combat some facet of the technology this world has, he ought to understand at least the more-or-less good ones, right?
if a machine can ever be given some label as good or evil of its own accord.
but let's leave Blue to his grim philosophies on the nature of man and machine in his headspace, while instead acknowledging what pieces of it are projected outside of it.
it's something much more vast than the confined room...and much darker, in ways. deep blue and violet hues, pale marble floors and ceilings...both of which stretch away and into heavy darkness, as if they simply vanish to nothing.
his ship. his room. the bed is even there, lit by pale blue lights.
all that's missing is his usual company, isn't it?]
Location: VR room
Characters: Chrono, Blue
Summary: who even let these two in here
Warnings: man idk
[virtual reality deals very much with the mind – as does Blue's natural-born power. it's what keeps him reluctant to try, doubting very heavily in the effectiveness...or worth of the illusions these rooms can provide.
he's had a bad history with mind-altering machines, after all.
yet a strange catharsis hangs around some who enter and leave them, and it's got him curious enough to try. if he's to combat some facet of the technology this world has, he ought to understand at least the more-or-less good ones, right?
if a machine can ever be given some label as good or evil of its own accord.
but let's leave Blue to his grim philosophies on the nature of man and machine in his headspace, while instead acknowledging what pieces of it are projected outside of it.
it's something much more vast than the confined room...and much darker, in ways. deep blue and violet hues, pale marble floors and ceilings...both of which stretch away and into heavy darkness, as if they simply vanish to nothing.
his ship. his room. the bed is even there, lit by pale blue lights.
all that's missing is his usual company, isn't it?]
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Chrono finds himself in this pseudo-reality entirely by mistake, because that's how he finds himself in most every situation in his life. But rather than simply bow his way out and depart, he... freezes, eying the odd aesthetics of Blue's fantasy-world.
There are some characteristics to space-faring ships that are universal even across worlds, and though Chrono can't quite put his finger on it, something about this place strikes a deep chord. (Probably, in the end, because he has no idea what that common denominator is.) ]
Ah—
[ His eyes finally land on Blue and he realizes he's standing around in someone else's reminisce, someone else's head in a round-about way. ]
I'm sorry.
no subject
his mouth purses, close to saying who–? aloud before he realizes. this is someone he's seen before. spoken to.
and it reminds him he's not asleep. the rest of him turns to face him.]
Did you come to find me?
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... Not intentionally, at least. [ Quiet, sheepish, even as his eyes flick another covert glance around the not-room. ] I should have checked that this one wasn't in use, first.
no subject
he needs to think about this for a while, though. find a name.
he nods, a little belatedly, hand lifting in a neutral gesture:] You may use this one, if you like. I was simply here out of curiosity. [a slight pause as his hand drops down.] I didn't anticipate it to work.
[a second, longer pause, his head tilting slightly.] ...You can see this space, then? The room, as I do...
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To the second, though, he looks around with less hesitation. He's been prompted, after all. ]
I can see it. It's... [ nostalgic ] peaceful, in a way.
[ Turns back to Blue, framed by this foreign room that could only have come from one place. ]
Is this your home?
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[there's a thoughtful pause, himself already nostalgic, only made moreso by Chrono's own notion.
he looks back to him.] This is one of the last places I remember, before coming here. To this world.
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[ Out of his mouth in all of its dubious glory, before he can staunch the word. Blue could be referring to the generations of his people, of course, but there's something in the wistful way he says it, and perhaps more than a little projection on Chrono's part...
It's hypocritical, after all. Chrono is the last person with any right to disbelieve false youth. ]
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he nods slowly, once.]
Mu, people like myself, live much longer than humans do, and most maintain younger features for a very long time.
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Mu. [ Repeats it, testing the sound on his tongue. ]
... You told me a little about them, once.
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...How much have we spoken before? [he nods, certain of at least this:] I remember your face on the battlefield, but there was no time for talk like that.
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You addressed the network a while back. You said it was unjust, that we were sent off to see the sun, while the natives had to live in the rain.
[ A halting pause, a short exhale. Those words hurt more than usual, now. ]
I agreed with you.
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he lets it grow quiet once again, looking at Chrono thoughtfully, less doubtful.
his head tilts slightly as he asks,] Will you tell me your name? Again, if you've already done so. Now that you're here, I'll remember it.
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[ Hesitates a moment, then echoes what he remembers of that first conversation; ]
Just Chrono.
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Chrono seems to fit this person well, considering all the voices and memories that are no doubt tied to the name. those kinds of things resonate on a very quiet, unconscious level – like the way some people have a certain kind of air about them.
but it's also just Chrono that sticks, pulling at the corner of his mouth.
his head bows before he lifts it to look at him proper again.]
I'll remember. I'm glad, finding myself in the company of people like you once more.
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He shakes it off as foolishness. ]
Ah... ahaha, I'm afraid I'm actually pretty underwhelming company!
But I'm glad.