Shiro was the one who was most connected to the AI, but he's always been
very close with the vastness of space and its various machines - he piloted
an enormous mechanized lion, Black. Protected the universe with several
others working with him closely.
[ tipping his head upwards ]
For all the grief being in space gave me, it's an experience I don't think
I'd wish to forget for all the terror it's filled me with.
[ and as that memory takes hold, artemy finds himself growing quiet,
sat with his hands held fast in his lap and his face turned towards the
wind, eyes closed. it isn't the first time he's had to relive the barrage
of emotion and futility and pain, but as it dies down, he seems to slump a
little, breaths slow and steady. it's what he has to return to, it's a
prison that he's almost finished digging his way out of. ]
... it will be done soon enough. No matter how many tries it takes... but
I'd like to avoid dying that one, last time. I like who I've become. I've
no intention of letting another understudy or actor take my place, mess
with my "interpretation" of my own life.
[ a mechanised lion? there's a brief flash of thought, just images of several spacefaring robots of a more humanoid design, but it's not particularly important. just a similar concept, perhaps. space and machines.
instead his thoughts and emotions shift to something still subtle, but complex. the terror of the unknown... so different from how it had struck them in key nueve, an experience that despite his friendship with hulkenberg and strohl, he would have been willing to forget before arriving here. now, he's not as certain.
with a measured motion, mordalion takes a seat beside him, close enough that their shoulders brush. he's terrible at comfort, but a presence can sometimes be enough. an arm slowly lifts to curl around artemy's shoulders, held steady. ]
...your gut feeling. Move it to your heart and hold it there. "Hope" can serve as a shield as well as a scalpel, if given a chance. Death won't touch that, at least not yet.
[ comfort is never something he asks for, so when their shoulders brush, he turns his head a little, and when the arm settles around him, his brow pinches as though to say "you don't have to do that." it's steady, though, and he sinks a bit into it in response, he doesn't want to pull away to begin with. secretly, he craves touch, dispenses it lightly and easily himself, but accepts it with uncertainty always. ]
Such wise words... I'll have to carry them with me alongside that hope too...
[ he gazes downwards, legs stretching out before him a bit to cross at the ankle. a hand lifts only to find the others knuckles and give them the lightest, callused touch like a silent bid of thanks. ]
Really wish we could just jump to the vacation bit, huh.
[ there's an echo of those machines he's seen flashing through mordalion's thoughts, curiosity, quiet. a tilt of the head. ]
I'd like to learn more about your world. It sounds... fascinating. Maybe all our work scrounging for extra achievements will give us that opportunity.
They're the words of someone who believes in your success. Wisdom has nothing to do with it.
[ giving and accepting touch is something he's long become uncertain with, himself. but there are times, when he tries, with some of the younger recruits. who find some days harder than others, despite trying their best. even those he'd worked alongside for years had their moments. supporting one another was part of knighthood, too, even for a legion of shadows like they were. trying here and now wasn't much different. sometimes it was just what people need.
so he leaves his arm resting there, though its hold becomes more gentle at that brief touch. leaning just slightly, as if to encourage a mutual support, though the intention is to accept the way he feels artemy sink into his side a little. that curiosity, a good sign, and he breathes out a huff of agreement. ]
Cray is a busy place, but even then has some quiet spaces for a break. Well-earned. One more thing to hope, I suppose.
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Date: 2025-07-25 05:23 pm (UTC)Shiro was the one who was most connected to the AI, but he's always been very close with the vastness of space and its various machines - he piloted an enormous mechanized lion, Black. Protected the universe with several others working with him closely.
[ tipping his head upwards ]
For all the grief being in space gave me, it's an experience I don't think I'd wish to forget for all the terror it's filled me with.
[ and as that memory takes hold, artemy finds himself growing quiet, sat with his hands held fast in his lap and his face turned towards the wind, eyes closed. it isn't the first time he's had to relive the barrage of emotion and futility and pain, but as it dies down, he seems to slump a little, breaths slow and steady. it's what he has to return to, it's a prison that he's almost finished digging his way out of. ]
... it will be done soon enough. No matter how many tries it takes... but I'd like to avoid dying that one, last time. I like who I've become. I've no intention of letting another understudy or actor take my place, mess with my "interpretation" of my own life.
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Date: 2025-07-25 06:00 pm (UTC)instead his thoughts and emotions shift to something still subtle, but complex. the terror of the unknown... so different from how it had struck them in key nueve, an experience that despite his friendship with hulkenberg and strohl, he would have been willing to forget before arriving here. now, he's not as certain.
with a measured motion, mordalion takes a seat beside him, close enough that their shoulders brush. he's terrible at comfort, but a presence can sometimes be enough. an arm slowly lifts to curl around artemy's shoulders, held steady. ]
...your gut feeling. Move it to your heart and hold it there. "Hope" can serve as a shield as well as a scalpel, if given a chance. Death won't touch that, at least not yet.
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Date: 2025-07-26 07:27 am (UTC)Such wise words... I'll have to carry them with me alongside that hope too...
[ he gazes downwards, legs stretching out before him a bit to cross at the ankle. a hand lifts only to find the others knuckles and give them the lightest, callused touch like a silent bid of thanks. ]
Really wish we could just jump to the vacation bit, huh.
[ there's an echo of those machines he's seen flashing through mordalion's thoughts, curiosity, quiet. a tilt of the head. ]
I'd like to learn more about your world. It sounds... fascinating. Maybe all our work scrounging for extra achievements will give us that opportunity.
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Date: 2025-07-26 12:42 pm (UTC)[ giving and accepting touch is something he's long become uncertain with, himself. but there are times, when he tries, with some of the younger recruits. who find some days harder than others, despite trying their best. even those he'd worked alongside for years had their moments. supporting one another was part of knighthood, too, even for a legion of shadows like they were. trying here and now wasn't much different. sometimes it was just what people need.
so he leaves his arm resting there, though its hold becomes more gentle at that brief touch. leaning just slightly, as if to encourage a mutual support, though the intention is to accept the way he feels artemy sink into his side a little. that curiosity, a good sign, and he breathes out a huff of agreement. ]
Cray is a busy place, but even then has some quiet spaces for a break. Well-earned. One more thing to hope, I suppose.