trans_9 | My mind returns to that one hill... (Bendytime just before the Mission) [OPEN]

"You look tired," a voice behind her remarked. Lash dismissed him with a wave of a hand as the projection towered next to her.

She had taken to coming to the sensoriums a lot more lately. They offered her a time off from everything; the engineering (which was fun and interesting) and the ranger training (which she might call Morphnominal ...if that didn't sound so cheesy). But something had been bothering Lash a lot more lately, even more so than she liked to admit to herself.

It was already hard to be a growing teenager stuck inside an intergalactic spaceship, yet it certainly had its merits, especially for someone who knew if she had continued to live in her World, would have ended up somewhere imprisoned for her crimes, but...there was worse.

Feelings. Black Hole was very discouraging of them. After all, conquering nations didn't want sympathetic officers, they wanted brutal commanders, something Lash had taken a liking most of her young life. She had been all that Black Hole could have wanted in a child soldier; brilliant, deadly and ruthless even to her own troops. How many weapons of hers had been used to murder countless others? Too much to count. Did she felt guilty about it? Maybe. A bit. Certainly a bit more than before.

And that's what scared her the most. Caring suddenly made you fragile. Her life was suddenly a lot more complicated; even looking at some of the guys on the ship, and that tiny pang of jealousy as soon as she saw them talking to other girls. It made her in turn notice how she suddenly felt, well...alone. Sure she was in a team now, and sure it reminded her of the happier days with Black Hole, but in the end the Rangers couldn't ever replace them and they weren't here with her now. The people she knew, like that tall guy next to her, with his tell-tale mohawke. Just an illusion, like the others around her. Was the real deal in the pods waiting? Each month made Lash less and less hopeful of his return and as her feelings grew and changed, she began to realize how much she missed his company.

"Nah, I'm just thinking of my next move," the wunderkind explained as she clasped her hand under her chin, looking down at the glowing display before her, and an all too familiar scenario. "Fighting against an A.I. is much harder than I thought it would be." All of her data on the other nations she had once carefully stored and kept so she could analyze what had gone wrong that day of the battle, now based mostly on her memories. And yet now she found herself on a very different situation; this time she was letting the A.I. play the role of Black Hole as she played the Allied Nations. As she walked, the scene around her changed. She pushed a few tanks backwards to bait them. Seven days had passed, and the laser fired at her units. Her Laser. The five hundred foot Death Ray she had built for Sturm those years ago. It felt so incredibly ironic.

"Damn it! At this rate I'm gonna lose. OH! I HATE loosing so much!" She pouted, crossed her arms in anger and nearly threw herself down to sit on the ground as the laser hologram harmlessly pass through her. The units behind her were completely obliterated. Well at least she could rest easy knowing how efficient that laser was?

"I'm not worried." Ha! For a few seconds Lash looked up at the man before returning to the puzzle before her. If she hadn't known any different, that could have really been Hawke sitting next to her. Wordlessly, she grinned and shut him off.

"Thanks birdbrain. Wherever you are." Holographic representation of him or not, Lash felt a tiny little better.

[[Open Log! Come bother Lash and talk with her as much as you like.]]

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Renne isn't a stranger to the sounds of battle. Indeed, in the right circumstances, he could get a thrill out of the fight itself -- hanging around a pair of Viking brothers and visiting Valhalla itself might do that to you. Shaking off the memories of several years ago though, the anomaly treads carefully to this Sensorium chamber.

He doesn't trust this ship.

He knows enough to understand that here, there is a potential of actually getting oneself hurt -- badly or not isn't the point.

So Renne listens quietly; skin occasionally giving off flashes of things. Emotion is something he all too easily responds to.

And what a spectacle Lash was giving him! Explosions everywhere as she orchestrated her own countries demise from the safety of her own vintage point. She hadn't noticed the watcher quite yet, completely engrossed by the simulation, as her fingers moved in accelerated actions, selecting her next targets.

For a while, he listens.

While thankful he cannot see the explosions -- and thankful that this is merely a Sensorium simulation -- he still has a prickling of mild fear. Flashes of amber and brown race across his skin and before he can stop himself, the anomaly lets out a chirp.
Nervous. Questioning.

"Wha-t do?"

Lash turns around as everything freezes for a few seconds. Oh hey it's um...it's...His name is on the tip of her tongue. Lash frowns and strokes her chin.

"Hey! You're that guy who is a friend of Billy and...you're blue and your name starts with R I think...Ran? No. Ren..." That seems like a good beginning. "Rennn..." Damn, she knows she's close!

"Renard?"

Eh, points for effort.

"Hee. Is Rrrr-enne, eey-ess."

A chirp, followed by a second of hesitation lends the impression that he's thinking about what he just said, as if he's not sure it sounds right. Still. Working on his English and all. He's progressing but it's not an instantaneous process.

"Rrrrahn is Rrrrrahn-yohrrrr, bu-t he noht be heerrrre."

Almost a wince. He shakes his head to banish the thoughts of Ranyor Asimovic and every other name that comes into his head. That's...the past.

Renne's effort is more than valiant, unfortunately Lash is...Lash, and doesn't always completely understands. It doesn't help she's not the world's most patient woman.

"Ranyohor..." she began. "But not here." she thinks she got that part right. "...So your name is Reneyes, right?"

"Is Rrrr-enne."

Generally, he tends to be quite patient -- a virtue that took him a few years living in the wilds to learn. Offering a small smile, he nods back. Minor corrections aren't a big deal in his mind.

"Who is yeu?" A beat. He scratches his head, blushing a little, then corrects himself.

"Ahrrrre....yeu."

"Rrrene. Okay." Yeah, eventually she might get it.

"Name's Lash," she said introducing herself, one eye raised. "You know...you're really...blue." Master of obvious, ladies and gentlemen.

"Eee. Hellow....Lash."

Chirp. A little puzzled by that, Renne's dark skin gives a brief flash of another colour. Specifically a curious coastal-water teal. So, he just asks the first thing that comes out of his mouth.

"Eey-ess. Is Buh-loo bad?"

"Uuum hi!" Wow, he changed colors, that was pretty neat.

"Nah, I'm just not used to seeing blue creatures where I come from," she explains. "Unless you count Blue Moon and what Olaf wore, tee hee hee!"

"Oooh. Ow-loff? Who tha-t is?"

Another skin-flash races by. Oh yes, he's getting curious now.

Lash, who still hasn't caught on how Renne operates, loads up an image of Olaf. The man looks like santa, if santa wore blue. Except he has a longer beard and a much bigger stomach. Lash doesn't like him very much, it seems.

"That's Olaf," she explains.

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"Eee? Who is Ow-loff?"

He's not trying to be rude but he doesn't even react to the image.

"Him?" Lash replies, still not getting it and pointing to him again. "He's one of the Blue Moon Commanding Officers."

And again, Renne doesn't react to anything visual. In fact, upon speaking once more, the anomaly turns to face toward Lash's voice. His eyes? They're big. They're constant swirling things that change colour but they're...out of focus. They don't pinpoint anything, as if he's "staring into space" all the time.

"Bloo Moon? What tha-t be...is?"

WOOHA HOLY CRAP THAT WAS KINDA SCARY AND UNUSUAL she jumped back at the sight of those eyes for a minute before realizing that...no wait that really was creepy. She shivered a tiny bit.

But did manage to stop doing it rather quickly. Man. Seriously. Okay so it probably didn't see things like she did. Or maybe it saw so many colors that it didn't know what blue was. Either way, it looked like she'd have to take the speaking, explaining way.

"Well, Blue Moon is a nation where I come from. There are five main ones..or was since everything blew up but anyway. Orange Star, Blue Moon, Green Earth, Yellow Comet, and Black Hole. I was in Black Hole. Olaf came from Blue Moon, which had a lot of snow regions. He was a master of...snow." Good job describing there.

"He is...was fat. Pretty fat in fact, teeheehee! He has a massive white beard and he's all about Winter Fury."

Hopefully that description, as poor and exaggerated about his body fat as it was, would help him.

Colour is....odd with him. But, regardless of that or how crazy his eyes look, those eyes are quite well and useless. As such, it might or might not be surprising that the anomaly moves to sniff at....well, everything. Including you, Lash.

Oh, and yes, it runs into things.

"Is Sain-t Nick?"

....Of course he'd make that correlation.

My mind returns to that one hill... (Bendytime just before the Mission) [OPEN]

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Aaaack! Do forgive the slow!fail tags.

No prob, I am pretty slow myself.

Re: No prob, I am pretty slow myself.

Re: No prob, I am pretty slow myself.

Re: No prob, I am pretty slow myself.

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Did I have a cold, yes I did. (okay I still have it)

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Worry not, hun. Take care of yourself. ::assumes Mother Hen-ness::