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exsiliumlogs2013-11-08 09:31 pm
gevurah) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-11-08 09:31 pm
( open ) made you a prisoner inside your own secrecy
Date & Time: nov. 7th – 14th
Location: various locations
Characters: kate & you
Summary: kate (sort of, but not really) doing things and having feelings around the base and people maybe interrupting her.
Warnings: tba.
➊ bathroom / showers ( closed tothe first person who gets it anne boleyn )
[ Is she up earlier these days? Kate has to wonder this to herself as she exits the individual shower unit. Time is funny up in space; when days begin and end begin to blur together, but the implemented Earth hours seem to help a little. Whatever the time is now, it’s a good time to grab a quick shower despite the water never rising above lukewarm.
Wrapping herself in a snug towel that she had lifted off the hotel in Basel, she moves toward one of the mirrors and begins to dry herself off before she slips into clean undergarments, shorts, and an A-shirt. The USMA sweater (that she’s also lifted from her previous mission with a heavy heart) is tucked into the duffel bag along with her other belongings. She digs through it, extracting scissors and a small, fine comb. Once she’s combed through red locks that she’s allowed to grow far too long, she parts it and leans in the mirror to quickly examine its condition.
She uses the comb to separate a thick portion of it and she begins to snip away, shortening the length bit by bit. ]
➋ cafeteria
[ The coffee brewed from the stolen machine is shit compared to what Gil had brewed her a while back. She tells herself to consider asking him for some of it in exchange for whatever she can afford to trade.
But beggars can’t be choosers. While she picks up some of the freeze dried fruits like banana slices, strawberries, and apples, Kate’s lived on far less – and worse – in the past. She’ll take jarred pickles that may have been sitting around too long over snake... although she sorely misses sushi.
She’ll think of it as Washington Hall; a really cheap and sadly lacking Washington Hall.
After she picks out some vegetable canned soup and heats it up, she makes her way down the floor to an empty table and seats herself. Her hair no longer spills over her shoulders and hangs before her line of vision: it’s neat and short once more, and it feels like a tiny, trivial weight off her shoulders. ]
➌ virtual simulation room
[ She returns to the Academy.
Not the Academy in the 2200s, that’s not hers – not really. Neither is this one, though AI does a magnificent job with the little details in her memory. The room converts itself into one of the familiar grounds Kate once used to trek up and down in her cadet days. The buildings towering above with such historic beauty, the grass a lively and perfect green, and the memorials frighteningly committed to being as accurate as they can to her memory. The text glints in the false, bright rays of the sun above, displaying the words she’s engraved in her mind long ago:
THE CADET HONOR CODE
A CADET WILL NOT LIE, CHEAT, STEAL,
OR TOLERATE THOSE WHO DO.
The grass “crunches” softly beneath her feet as she hikes closer to the honour memorial. She grips the strap of her bag and pulls it forward, unzipping it, and pulling out the sweater she’s been meaning to wear proudly once again, but finding difficulty in scraping up any pride to do so. It may be a silly thing to wrestle with morally, though questionable morals is something she’s found herself facing more often in the past several months. ]
➍ observatory
[ Without any bags to punch or weights to lift, Kate hasn’t had much of a workout since the necromorphs outbreak. She’s restless by the implemented time of nightfall. The observatory doesn’t comfort her much, however; space is supposed to be some incredible frontier filled with endless possibilities countries have raced each other to get to first, but under the glimmer of the stars she can finally see so clearly, she wonders what’s so great about a dark, empty place like this.
She positions herself against a wall and stares upward, lost in thought. At some point, she’s sitting on the floor with her tablet, reading through the information the AI’s decrypted a while back once more. ]
Location: various locations
Characters: kate & you
Summary: kate (sort of, but not really) doing things and having feelings around the base and people maybe interrupting her.
Warnings: tba.
➊ bathroom / showers ( closed to
[ Is she up earlier these days? Kate has to wonder this to herself as she exits the individual shower unit. Time is funny up in space; when days begin and end begin to blur together, but the implemented Earth hours seem to help a little. Whatever the time is now, it’s a good time to grab a quick shower despite the water never rising above lukewarm.
Wrapping herself in a snug towel that she had lifted off the hotel in Basel, she moves toward one of the mirrors and begins to dry herself off before she slips into clean undergarments, shorts, and an A-shirt. The USMA sweater (that she’s also lifted from her previous mission with a heavy heart) is tucked into the duffel bag along with her other belongings. She digs through it, extracting scissors and a small, fine comb. Once she’s combed through red locks that she’s allowed to grow far too long, she parts it and leans in the mirror to quickly examine its condition.
She uses the comb to separate a thick portion of it and she begins to snip away, shortening the length bit by bit. ]
➋ cafeteria
[ The coffee brewed from the stolen machine is shit compared to what Gil had brewed her a while back. She tells herself to consider asking him for some of it in exchange for whatever she can afford to trade.
But beggars can’t be choosers. While she picks up some of the freeze dried fruits like banana slices, strawberries, and apples, Kate’s lived on far less – and worse – in the past. She’ll take jarred pickles that may have been sitting around too long over snake... although she sorely misses sushi.
She’ll think of it as Washington Hall; a really cheap and sadly lacking Washington Hall.
After she picks out some vegetable canned soup and heats it up, she makes her way down the floor to an empty table and seats herself. Her hair no longer spills over her shoulders and hangs before her line of vision: it’s neat and short once more, and it feels like a tiny, trivial weight off her shoulders. ]
➌ virtual simulation room
[ She returns to the Academy.
Not the Academy in the 2200s, that’s not hers – not really. Neither is this one, though AI does a magnificent job with the little details in her memory. The room converts itself into one of the familiar grounds Kate once used to trek up and down in her cadet days. The buildings towering above with such historic beauty, the grass a lively and perfect green, and the memorials frighteningly committed to being as accurate as they can to her memory. The text glints in the false, bright rays of the sun above, displaying the words she’s engraved in her mind long ago:
A CADET WILL NOT LIE, CHEAT, STEAL,
OR TOLERATE THOSE WHO DO.
The grass “crunches” softly beneath her feet as she hikes closer to the honour memorial. She grips the strap of her bag and pulls it forward, unzipping it, and pulling out the sweater she’s been meaning to wear proudly once again, but finding difficulty in scraping up any pride to do so. It may be a silly thing to wrestle with morally, though questionable morals is something she’s found herself facing more often in the past several months. ]
➍ observatory
[ Without any bags to punch or weights to lift, Kate hasn’t had much of a workout since the necromorphs outbreak. She’s restless by the implemented time of nightfall. The observatory doesn’t comfort her much, however; space is supposed to be some incredible frontier filled with endless possibilities countries have raced each other to get to first, but under the glimmer of the stars she can finally see so clearly, she wonders what’s so great about a dark, empty place like this.
She positions herself against a wall and stares upward, lost in thought. At some point, she’s sitting on the floor with her tablet, reading through the information the AI’s decrypted a while back once more. ]
whispers, "never."
She turns around to face him properly, the simulated sunlight earning a squint from her. ]
It's alright.
But I'm sorry; there's no one else in here.
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[Armin is losing Eren, and once again the world is slipping away, like he's been lifted high above it, dangled into a titan's mouth all over again.
Eren threw him from the jaws of death only to be consumed himself. Even if that very moment changed the course of the war that day, and Eren somehow walked away alive, if changed, he'll never be able to erase that image from his head. Trying, desperately to grab his friend before he's swallowed. Trying. Failing. Falling apart.]
He... must be somewhere...
[Eren is slipping away.
Eren is going somewhere he can't touch him.
Eren is out of his reach again.
Eren is out of his reach again.
Eren is out of his reach again.
Armin is shaking and sweating. His hands are in his hair tugging, and he becomes aware he's vaguely muttering, no, no, he must be...
He's usually very impressed by the VR room: it might as well be made of cardboard now, because this can't be real. He can't be in a world without Eren again. Not again. Not again!]
I'm - I'm sorry, you wouldn't happened to have seen a - a boy about my age, dark hair, green eyes, very loud... his name is Eren Yeager... we were planning to go on a mission together... see the ocean... he wouldn't go without me, it was for my...
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In those empty seconds, she regains a hold of herself and treks forward. Her hands rise midway, attempting to placate Armin as she gets closer to the boy. ]
Breathe first.
[ These departures are never easy. She's managed to keep herself together by reminding herself Renee's lack of presence is best for her and maybe the both of them. She's safer back home.
She thinks. She hopes. ]
I haven't seen anyone come in here the past half an hour.
[ She reaches toward one of the pockets on her bag for her tablet. ]
His name... with an "E" or "A"?
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With an 'E'. E-R-E-N.
[He tries to breathe. Since when did he need a to reminder to do that? Now he's thinking too much about it. His hands still in his hair.
His mind knows the truth: All evidence suggests Eren is indeed gone. And that's alright. Eren and he will fight the war. Eren came from some time further down the line, so they both survive that long at least. It should be alright. It should be alright.
His heart, though. It's pumping too quickly, trying to escape from his chest. Armin is dizzy.]
I don't understand. Why me. Why would the Initiative pick me?
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I don't know.
[ She concedes with a sigh. Who knows why the Initiative picks any of them. There's no pattern she can determine. How they can pluck soldiers like them and then children who've never known strife beyond refusing to eat their peas at their parents' insistence. ]
Eren's name isn't active anymore. [ A beat. ] I'm sorry.
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I know, I just thought... I thought perhaps he'd gotten frustrated and broken his tablet or something... he's always so thoughtless like that...
[He's trembling.
Eren is slipping away.
Eren is out of his reach again.
Eren is out of his reach again.
Eren is out of his reach again.
Eren is out of his reach again.]
He'll be happier fighting the war anyway... but why I have been...
[Finding breath is difficult.]
...left behind by him... he was the only one who never...
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[ It's not always the carnage of war that breaks people.
She bends down, setting aside her tablet. ]
He didn't leave you.
[ She doesn't know what their relationship is like beyond comrades in arms, but she knows the Creed by heart; I will never leave a fallen comrade. ]
The Transporter malfunctions often.
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[Armin is really talking more to himself than to her, one foot solidly on that rooftop in Trost, even as he tries to pull himself back to this stupid, illusory space station
Armin tries to shake himself of it forcibly, the fear and dread and panic boiling up inside him like a geyser. He is still very much on the ground and not showing any signs of being able to get up.]
He saw me as worth saving.
[Armin swallows hard.]
I'm so sorry I'm - I 'm having some sort of - problem with my nerves - I'll - I just need a moment.
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But all of them are allies in some ways and she hopes he'll recognize that. ]
There are always people worth saving.
[ She removes her hand before he (or she) grows too uncomfortable. ]
It's alright. Count to ten and then breathe.
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[Eren and Mikasa never doubted he was worth protecting. Without him, they said, they wouldn't have made it out of their hometown as children. That's just how these kind of things go. Connections upon connections.
But this connection is a thread that's strong in his life. Essential. Feeling it snap out of his hands again hurts.
When he closes his eyes and counts he cannot get the image of his friend, covered in blood. He shudders, opening his eyes again.]
I'm so sorry I disturbed you here. [Armin ducks his head.] You've been so kind to help me out and listen, I don't know how I can repay you...
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Not necessary. [ It's not the first time she'll be dealing with this situation. ] What's your name?