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exsiliumlogs2013-11-10 10:15 am
overclocking) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-11-10 10:15 am
Entry tags:
- ahiru (princess tutu),
- allen walker (d. gray-man),
- chrono (chrono crusade),
- francœur (a monster in paris),
- howard link (d.gray-man),
- ico "von viking" (ico: citm),
- katniss everdeen (the hunger games),
- kevin cecil (makai ouji),
- lea (kingdom hearts),
- lenalee lee (d.gray-man),
- martin "suave" darkov (original),
- oz vessalius (pandora hearts),
- rosette christopher (chrono crusade),
- soldier blue (toward the terra),
- sora (kingdom hearts),
- xerxes break (pandora hearts),
- yuri lowell (tales of vesperia)
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Date & Time: Several days after the necromorph outbreak
Location: A VR room
Characters: Chrono + Rosette + open!
Summary: Lil bit of coping in-between zombie apocalypses and civil wars, nbd
Warnings:None! KEVIN AND BREAK
Notes: Feel free to tag around also! ♥
[ Chrono doesn't bother to close the door when he finally decides to try one of these rooms for himself. Something about the last few days (weeks) (months) has left him unwilling to stay in enclosed spaces too long, with no obvious path of exist. Too much like a lab or an undead-lined hallway.
But these concerns slowly melt away as he sets about instructing the AI, and the room gives way to a place that isn't a room at all.
Mountains rise up in the distance, framing a blue, clear sky, and a faint breeze rustles the treetops of a thick Michigan forest. Birdcalls ride that wind, and the air smells cleaner, fresher, than any moon base could reasonably boast. Where the blanket of trees ends, a large, glassy lake gleams in the sunlight. He takes care with this part—instructs the AI to make the water a temperature a bit too low to be entirely comfortable for swimming, knowing full well that this won't actually be a deterrent. But it wouldn't be right, otherwise.
He takes his time strolling from one familiar landmark to the next, having the computer make adjustments as necessary. He doesn't miss details, either; for all the times that Rosette brought him to this very place, his eyes had missed nothing. They were wide and all-absorbing, like someone who had been born anew and was discovering the world for the first time.
(Likely because, in all honesty, he had been.)
He stops once he circles back around to the open door—a black silhouette hanging oddly in the landscape, and the only giveaway that none of this is real. It's here that he surveys the scene as a whole, the sum of all its little memory-parts. ]
Perfect.
[ Well. There's still a thing or two missing. ]
... Almost.
Location: A VR room
Characters: Chrono + Rosette + open!
Summary: Lil bit of coping in-between zombie apocalypses and civil wars, nbd
Warnings:
Notes: Feel free to tag around also! ♥
[ Chrono doesn't bother to close the door when he finally decides to try one of these rooms for himself. Something about the last few days (weeks) (months) has left him unwilling to stay in enclosed spaces too long, with no obvious path of exist. Too much like a lab or an undead-lined hallway.
But these concerns slowly melt away as he sets about instructing the AI, and the room gives way to a place that isn't a room at all.
Mountains rise up in the distance, framing a blue, clear sky, and a faint breeze rustles the treetops of a thick Michigan forest. Birdcalls ride that wind, and the air smells cleaner, fresher, than any moon base could reasonably boast. Where the blanket of trees ends, a large, glassy lake gleams in the sunlight. He takes care with this part—instructs the AI to make the water a temperature a bit too low to be entirely comfortable for swimming, knowing full well that this won't actually be a deterrent. But it wouldn't be right, otherwise.
He takes his time strolling from one familiar landmark to the next, having the computer make adjustments as necessary. He doesn't miss details, either; for all the times that Rosette brought him to this very place, his eyes had missed nothing. They were wide and all-absorbing, like someone who had been born anew and was discovering the world for the first time.
(Likely because, in all honesty, he had been.)
He stops once he circles back around to the open door—a black silhouette hanging oddly in the landscape, and the only giveaway that none of this is real. It's here that he surveys the scene as a whole, the sum of all its little memory-parts. ]
Perfect.
[ Well. There's still a thing or two missing. ]
... Almost.
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May I ask, what sort of missions?
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[ GHOSTS... and fukken zombies ]
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...
They're not in yours? Do you just hunt demons?
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No. [ he hesitates, but: ] What Exorcists in my world fight aren't demons, but they're often mistaken for such.
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1/2
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It has to be hard... But you're doing a good thing. A really good thing.
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This... wasn't a reaction he was expecting. It's not a reaction he's ever really received, and he hardly knows what to do with it.]
I. Thank you...
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You don't have to thank me.
[It was the first time to ever really strike her... For all of her impatience to get back home, there were those facing bigger issues. And likely had a harder time waiting.]
... I was serious though, if you need anything. You can count on me.
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Even if they don't have Akuma where she's from, she's of a like kind, isn't she?] What you do, it can't be so different.
[At the last part, he only nods.
(Whether he has any intention of ever asking her for anything, truly it is a mystery.)]
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She folds her hands on her lap.]
I'm not sure.
It seems to me... that most demons aren't actually bad. Finding them is really rare, honestly... and most that we do are outcasts. Given how many of them there is supposed to be, I don't know how I can think of all of them as evil.
It's just... when you get one that wants to hurt humans, or doesn't care how many they do... they can easily destroy whole cities without trying.
I can't let that sort of thing happen.
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A threat like that... [ only the Earl could actually level a city without trying, and Allen hasn't seen that yet. ]
Fighting to protect people - that's the same. That's what we do.
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I think, sometimes, the only thing that makes this place okay is the promise that time stopped over there.
I'm not sure I'd be able to stop worrying, otherwise. I mean, I'm not the most powerful, or most important... but, it's everyone working together.
But like this?
I can enjoy things like right now.
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[He has to believe in that promise too, he knows. He can't let himself doubt that he'll make it back in time, and everything will be as he left it.
It's been a year.]
It's hard, being away, even still. But this place...
it isn't all bad. It's a world that needs saving, and it's worth fighting for, I believe. If I'm able... I want to see it through.
I've met so many people I wouldn't have gotten a chance to otherwise, and learned so much - and I've been to many amazing places, as well. Sometimes, I'm grateful. [ his gaze drifts back to the virtual lake, smile quirking. ]
I don't know that I'd have ever found the time to see a Michigan forest, back home.
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We can make the best of it all.
1/2
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He's my assistant as far as the Order is concerned.
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Sorry, I mean - what is your Order called?
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As in Mary? [ that makes sense, he supposes. as if testing the sound of it, ] The Magdalene Order...
[It... feels off, though. ]
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It's not the same as yours, is it?
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No. I'm an Exorcist of the Black Order.
[There might be a slight tinge of pride, and something else - he is proud of it, and he misses it, more than anything. He was an Exorcist for all of maybe four months back home, and it's been eleven months since.]
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