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| Important - someone please bring sake and chocolate to the chocobo barn. Lots of it. Immediately. Do not enter the barn. Leave it by the door. *Not the usual kind of message from Selphie - she had meant for it to be anon, but given how utterly miserable she's feeling, she'd forgotten to turn on the button. So there's your text, Vatheon, from a girl who is suffering too much now that Aya has left the bubble* | |
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| [Sol's face is twisted in a bit of annoyance, cheek on his fist. Bored. And man, it is a lot quieter without a hyperactive kid around getting himself in trouble. How do you even un-adapt to that?]
Right, so we know that people come from different points in their respective "timelines". Call it curiosity, but what kinds'a conflicts do y'hit when dealin' with people from more'n a few years difference? | |
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| [Ky isn't wearing his uniform -- the official police one, the only one he has -- because his boss had made it very clear that he thinks superheroes are absolutely an asset to their line of work, regardless of the rules and laws they flout, the procedures that they utterly fail to appreciate.]
It's all well and good to want to help people.
[That should be the appropriately conciliatory note to start on, right?]
But sometimes to blindly rush in without understanding the situation can provide a fair amount of harm that could have been easily avoided. For example, such actions can destroy evidence that could be used to convict, can endanger civilians by putting a glamour on the topic that shouldn't be there, and can lead to ridiculous amounts of property damage, just to get started.
[Ky looks set to go on for a while, consulting the papers in front of him, when something more interesting happens: some smoke comes billowing in from a room behind him.
Ky continues, for the moment oblivious, as the signs of fire grow.]
I'm sure the last thing people wants is for those guilty to go free, but you can't tell if the masked figure is supposed to be a friend or a foe, it endangers the appropriate party that ought to be responding, and it complicates the--
[Ky's cut off as someone drops heavily behind him after coming in from a window, tosses him over a shoulder, and jumps right back out that same window to land quite a ways farther down. The visual's blurred between the speed of descent and the wind, but what little isn't is the colour red. Ky's rescuer seems to be covered in it, though it's really just his coat and a few pieces of look like the most basic armour.
It also catches the first explosion. Flame reflects off shattered glass that come raining down to their left.
The man in red (and black, now that the device has stopped bouncing) walks a ways further so the fire's more visible and a safe distance away, twists around to set Ky down a little less than gently, and points the cop in the direction of it. He watches it lazily without sign of concern, gloved hand on Ky's head to make sure he doesn't look away.]
Better pay more attention t'yer surroundings, kid. Just 'cause yer hot doesn't mean yer fireproof.
[And with that quip and a smirk, the man's dashed forward and scaling back up the building--presumably to hunt around and make sure anyone else in harm's way gets out. The fire doesn't look like it's going out any time soon.]
[Ky stares flabbergasted after him for a moment, hand on his chest as if to check that his heart is still beating. Then he takes a breath, carefully turning away to make sure he doesn't inhale smoke.]
I'm sure some assistance would be appreciated, if anyone is free. Obviously any methods used shouldn't put even more people in danger, but beyond that this isn't the sort of situation that benefits from refusing help.
[And since Ky's a bit useless for this, useless for lots of things without his power, he'll be doing his best at coordinating things until the fire is out, and then he'll re-approach his philosophical points.]
[ooc: Red is Sol, blue is Ky. Feel free to catch either of them after the fire's out, or interact however makes sense while it's burning. (And please note which it is if your tag doesn't make it clear)] | |
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| Jus' outta curiosity--
[ostensibly]
--how many scientists n' magic scholars're actually in Vatheon? Resident anti-science brigade's out cold, s'figured I'd ask. | |
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| I'm all for people livin' in a state o'relative peace. But this shit is gettin' ridiculous.
[Someone is... very cranky, even if his tone is relatively even. And very ready to not be stuck in the same place for too much longer.]
Lemme off the goddamn bus, hacks. Rather go hiking through fuckin' Russia instead o'this bullshit social experiment or whatever yer funding has it labelled as.
[Hi, Vatheon. Don't mind him, he's just cussing out the scientists wherever they are under his breath and feeling far too caged-in for his own good.] | |
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| [Looks like Joshua's up in a tree somewhere. There's a thoughtful expression on his face.]
“In each of us, two natures are at war – the good and the evil. All our lives the fight goes on between them, and one of them must conquer. But in our own hands lies the power to choose – what we want most to be we are.” A quote from an author named Robert Louis Stevenson.
[He now looks at the screen.]
How much of that is true, do you think, Vatheon? Do you think it's through choice or nature for one to be considered "good" or "evil?" Or do they even exist at all in a pure state?
[An amused smile.]
I confess that I might be looking for a debate on the subject, but it's also out of curiosity. | |
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| [Ky's outfit has changed a little. It's even more elaborate than the uniform. The white robe is heavy with ornamentation, and the word "hope" features on the skirt, shoulders, and on the cuffs of the shirt part. There's a crown in his hair (the length of which hasn't changed) that he adjusts as he enters a room.
There's a crib in the center of the room. He walks over to it and removes a baby with an eyepatch over his right eye from it. The baby looks to be around three months old.]You look older than you did yesterday. [His voice is contemplative, but heavy. It's a fact that clearly bothers him. A tired sigh, then Ky obvious forces himself to brighten. It's followed a moment later by the smile turning genuine.]Let's go see your mother. [ooc: Open to interaction during and discussion after! Dream responses will be coming from thispubliclife because the hair's wrong, but the crown and outfit are right.] | |
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| Hello?
[Guess who's back, Vatheon! One angel-like looking Gear can be seen on the feed. She smiles a little, but a bit of worry can also be seen on her face.]
My name is Dizzy and I arrived here... or actually I came back about an hour ago.
[She makes an even more worried look now.]
Does... does anyone still remember me? It's been a while... I think. And Ky... has anyone seen Ky? Um, he has blond hair and is dressed in white and blue.
Please, let me know if you've seen him.
Thank you in advance. | |
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| [there's music drifting over the network this morning. loud, upbeat hip hop, to be precise. it's almost drowning out the sound of power tools. after a few minutes of this, a hand reaches into the view of the video feed and grabs a water bottle. Tony dictates idly from somewhere offscreen]So, I think I'm getting my bearings. Thanks to those of you on the volunteer can opener brigade, that is. I gotta hand it to this place, it's like Mardi Gras with better beads. I flash my shoulder at the natives and they give me free power tools. So, uh, things are coming along. I might almost be able to make a decent pad for myself at this rate, lack of answers aside. [what he neglects to say is that as soon as he IS settled, he'll he looking for said answers.]One question, though. What's this I keep hearing about kids? | |
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| [When it flicks on, the SFC's set somewhere on a desk or table, and the man in the white coat has his feet up on it, leaning back in a desk chair that creaks a little as he shifts it back and forth. He's holding onto a stack of paper which he's making a face at, and eventually just drops it with a "SMACK" onto the desk.]
Conspiracy theorist.
[That's not even what the project does. Also who the Hell is "That Man"? Guy's obsessed. Yes, someone found the rare example of Sol's sense of note-taking. Infrequent habit, but that's what happens when it's usually just tucked away in his brain.]
At least it ain't hippies on doorsteps; Aria doesn't let me drop shit on 'em anymore.
[To any unfortunate to make Sol's acquaintance, this guy... looks quite a bit like him. A little less ragged around the edges, shorter hair, blue eyes instead of yellow... Glasses. Glasses are an important difference, not to mention wearing what looks like a white lab coat over anything but work clothes--pretty sure jeans and a t-shirt don't count, and boots aren't appropriate most of the time when they're not done up properly.]
Someone tell me where th' fuck I am. I have Petri dishes and interns to terrify.
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