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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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Do you want to learn?
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I've been working on it. But I'm not very good.
( practicing his skills with a sword with break, both at home and here except when busy with the — everything; but there's being decent with a blade and being able to fight for one's life with one. he might've looked into it sooner after seeing how useless he can be without b rabbit, but it's — been hard to think about. )
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I'll meet you here tomorrow, if you want. They have a range simulator that someone's already build.
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( not that it's so hard to guess what she means, really, but for all that he can be exceedingly perceptive about a lot of things, people wanting to help him isn't one. )
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More importantly, when it knocks you down [She holds a hand over her chest. There's need to explain what it is.] you're not out of the fight.
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(her gesture is so familiar, mirrored, that he doesn't think to question it.)
he hadn't considered it, though, all of the ways in which even familiar weaponry might be able to do more here, and even — the suggestion in principle isn't an unfamiliar one, don't be so reliant on your chain when the contract is like that, but coming from her...
he nods. )
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( and also he might have an actual heart attack if he heard about oz doing so without him after the fact. )
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( said not terribly unlike someone speaking indulgently of a younger child, but maybe some habits are hard to break. )
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[That's not what happened at all.]
He could definitely use some toughening up.
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That sounds just like him! But if you think so, you should've seen him when he was a child.
( oz is more than willing to dish on embarrassing stories! never mind that a boy who seems to be sixteen at oldest is talking about the childhood of someone significantly older than him... )
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He seemed so composed, though. [When she wasn't pulling on his ear. But that didn't count. Who doesn't flinch in the face of divine punishment?!??]
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OH WOW. )
Well, you'll see.
( let's be real it won't take long. )
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Well, you do know him better after all. He's kind of impressive, how much he loves you.
[The word, for her, is a platonic one, but in some ways its far, far deeper than the typical ways its bandied about.]
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( WOW WHO JUST SAYS THAT. )
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...you're right.
( impressiveness, he means. )
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You should stay for the campfire tonight. That's the best time for stories.
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Stories around a campfire...?
( his laugh is breathed out more than anything else, wistful maybe. children who grew up in the countryside like this, playing in lakes and mountains: things he'd read about, but real. he knows there's no way her life could've been this idyllic — or stayed this idyllic, one or the other — given her circumstances, but for a moment it's hard not to feel a pang of envy. )
That sounds fun, ( says, looking up finally with nothing but a bright smile. )