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trans_92011-09-23 11:30 pm
thewunderkind) wrote in trans_92011-09-23 11:30 pm
Me, Myself and I [Bendtime after Visitation Day is Over] [OPEN]
Compared to yesterday where the sensoriums had gotten so much use, Lash was glad that it was mostly quiet as she slipped into a free one. The day had passed relatively quickly thanks to running mazes, but even that hadn't gotten her as joyful as she should be, as strange and exciting as it had been.
The world around her changed as she stood atop a giant mountain overseeing the forest below her. Her army stood closer, as her opponent in the horizon began to prepare to attack her. A typical scenario she liked to play out at least once a week, each time using it to test out new invention ideas and fixes she should make to her existing ones.
But she wasn't there. The spark, the thing that made Lash excited about anything war-related and gave her an almost-worrying macabre yet positive outlook on nearly anything appeared to be extinguished. She'd been thinking a lot. Even now, she didn't raise her arms dramatically as she usually did to get the battle started, but merely an uninterested movement of her fingers as she dismissed it all and sat down, dangling her legs over the edge.
"Good evening Mistress Lash! We await your orders!"
She said nothing.
Lash watched the soldiers below her slowly get destroyed, unable to find herself engrossed enough to bother or want to give out commands. Those damn emotions Black Hole hated so much were going to be the death of her, weren't they? She'd seen a lot of her friends reunited with people they cared about and then felt the pangs of jealousy that followed as she waited, mostly by herself, to see if miraculously someone else would step out. She couldn't complain to Stacy about it either, as much as she wanted too, due to the AI falling silent in what she assumed was exhaustion. But that wasn't the biggest thing on her mind, eating away at her as time marched forward.
It was the cold reality of knowing that perhaps, this proved she was the only person rescued from her world.
She never had thought of it as such before, figuring out that everyone simply wasn't ready yet. All the time she'd been here, Lash had never given up hope at meeting one of her old comrades-in-arms. Gone to every poddrop too. Hell, who wouldn't want Commanding Officers from her world with army boosting powers in a war like this? She was a perfect example! The others were just a little more dumb and need more time to be properly awoken, that's all! And yet, yesterday seemed to hit the final nail in the coffin. Even without being completely ready, someone should have come out. Heck seeing Olaf's big ugly angry face would have made her feel better. Was Stacy mad at her? She'd been helping repair her weapons! There was no way she'd just ignore people who actually cared about fixing her up compared to those who cursed her name wherever they walked, right? There had to be a fairness in this! Thinking about fairness now, it was almost bizarre.
...Or maybe Stacy had been fair, and there was no one to be brought out, even for a day.
"Mistress Lash? We await your orders! Please respond!"
Alone from her world. Strangely enough, it frightened her. The very idea that she'd be fighting the war, sure with her friends, but without someone who she knew from before. Her homesickness had disappeared after a few months on the ship, but now it came back with full force.
"Mistress Lash! They've got megatanks! Please respond!" The macabre spectacle played out below her as her own units fought on, still standing where she had placed them against an enemy that had been upgrading and building all the time she was simply leaning in and doing nothing. Lash didn't care. You'd almost think she was a statue in the way she was lost in her thoughts. Eventually she issued a single command that was almost dismissive to everything.
"Whatever. Just blow them up for all I care." The soldiers below yelled out commands and eventually large rockets were launched at the sky, shining in the star-filled night sky. The nuclear-like weapons exploded in the middle of the enemies' troops, giving her a good view of the entire carnage and clouds lighting up the atmosphere. Yet she got no joy from it, even as the normally deadly breeze passed by her. In fact, it only made her sigh as she idly pinched away a tiny rock stuck in her hair. The Wunderkind wasn't sure why she was like this. This was so dumb to care about it so much! Dumb dumb dumb! She'd loved doing this so much before but right now...
It felt really pointless.
For the first time in her life, Lash was completely unamused by an explosion.
The world around her changed as she stood atop a giant mountain overseeing the forest below her. Her army stood closer, as her opponent in the horizon began to prepare to attack her. A typical scenario she liked to play out at least once a week, each time using it to test out new invention ideas and fixes she should make to her existing ones.
But she wasn't there. The spark, the thing that made Lash excited about anything war-related and gave her an almost-worrying macabre yet positive outlook on nearly anything appeared to be extinguished. She'd been thinking a lot. Even now, she didn't raise her arms dramatically as she usually did to get the battle started, but merely an uninterested movement of her fingers as she dismissed it all and sat down, dangling her legs over the edge.
"Good evening Mistress Lash! We await your orders!"
She said nothing.
Lash watched the soldiers below her slowly get destroyed, unable to find herself engrossed enough to bother or want to give out commands. Those damn emotions Black Hole hated so much were going to be the death of her, weren't they? She'd seen a lot of her friends reunited with people they cared about and then felt the pangs of jealousy that followed as she waited, mostly by herself, to see if miraculously someone else would step out. She couldn't complain to Stacy about it either, as much as she wanted too, due to the AI falling silent in what she assumed was exhaustion. But that wasn't the biggest thing on her mind, eating away at her as time marched forward.
It was the cold reality of knowing that perhaps, this proved she was the only person rescued from her world.
She never had thought of it as such before, figuring out that everyone simply wasn't ready yet. All the time she'd been here, Lash had never given up hope at meeting one of her old comrades-in-arms. Gone to every poddrop too. Hell, who wouldn't want Commanding Officers from her world with army boosting powers in a war like this? She was a perfect example! The others were just a little more dumb and need more time to be properly awoken, that's all! And yet, yesterday seemed to hit the final nail in the coffin. Even without being completely ready, someone should have come out. Heck seeing Olaf's big ugly angry face would have made her feel better. Was Stacy mad at her? She'd been helping repair her weapons! There was no way she'd just ignore people who actually cared about fixing her up compared to those who cursed her name wherever they walked, right? There had to be a fairness in this! Thinking about fairness now, it was almost bizarre.
...Or maybe Stacy had been fair, and there was no one to be brought out, even for a day.
"Mistress Lash? We await your orders! Please respond!"
Alone from her world. Strangely enough, it frightened her. The very idea that she'd be fighting the war, sure with her friends, but without someone who she knew from before. Her homesickness had disappeared after a few months on the ship, but now it came back with full force.
"Mistress Lash! They've got megatanks! Please respond!" The macabre spectacle played out below her as her own units fought on, still standing where she had placed them against an enemy that had been upgrading and building all the time she was simply leaning in and doing nothing. Lash didn't care. You'd almost think she was a statue in the way she was lost in her thoughts. Eventually she issued a single command that was almost dismissive to everything.
"Whatever. Just blow them up for all I care." The soldiers below yelled out commands and eventually large rockets were launched at the sky, shining in the star-filled night sky. The nuclear-like weapons exploded in the middle of the enemies' troops, giving her a good view of the entire carnage and clouds lighting up the atmosphere. Yet she got no joy from it, even as the normally deadly breeze passed by her. In fact, it only made her sigh as she idly pinched away a tiny rock stuck in her hair. The Wunderkind wasn't sure why she was like this. This was so dumb to care about it so much! Dumb dumb dumb! She'd loved doing this so much before but right now...
It felt really pointless.
For the first time in her life, Lash was completely unamused by an explosion.
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He hoped. But he never threw in ifs and hopefullys when he talked about that to others. Universe-restoration sounded like a hell of a huge thing, but they said it was maybe possible. Maybe that was one reason for worry. If for some reason they couldn't restore what was lost, then the pods were their only salvation for seeing friends and family again. The thought unsettled him, and he felt a small pull in the pit of his stomach, recalling a promise that the Ohm's destruction would force to be broken if they couldn't bring anything back.
He shook his head to try and rid the thought and focus back on Lash and her question. "Ah, ha ... it's a long story," he answered sheepishly, his left hand moving up over the right side of the his chest. He'd never had to really explain this to anybody on Stacy before ... he wondered how to word it right. "But it was before I woke up here. Think about it like ... having another half, and that other half finally being a part of you again. It was kind of like that, for one of my brothers."
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Shaking that off, she concentrated on what he was saying about his brother.
"So like your body being almost split in half, and having someone else walk around that had part of your memories?"
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"But he's back where he belongs, now. It's what he always wanted." Through the obsessions and the torture and torment and the insanity, every reckless, rash and destructive act Albedo had performed, every single action he took was for that one simple goal.
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"That is uh...different, I guess. Is he like a split personality from you now or?"
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"He's still himself, but ... if he ever woke up and wanted to talk to other people, I'd let him. So I guess in a way..." His tone of voice didn't sound very convinced that that would happen, however.
He gave Lash a sheepish laugh and rubbed the back of his head after that. "But yeah, it probably does sound weird! Either way, aside from him, since he'll probably be sleeping for a while, it's not the best feeling to feel like you're alone here. But I mean, with Stacy being Stacy and all, we shouldn't bank too much in everything she does and what it could mean."
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"So he's still himself but in your body," she repeated, not quite understanding. "Wow, I dunno what I'd be like if I had someone else stuck inside me, sleeping or not!"
Answer: You'll find out come November.
"And yeah that's true," she added, almost muttering. "Stupid Stacy."
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"It's ... well I'm probably not good at explaining it!" he admitted. "Since for me it doesn't really feel weird..." He wondered briefly how it felt for his other brother and said douche of a father. But again, the thought of the situation just made his jaw clench slightly. He didn't like thinking about it. He'd been pissed enough just knowing about it.
"If anything, we can blame the Warden for stopping her before she could do any more. And once our friends wake up we can just laugh about worrying. Do you have a lot of friends and people you want to see?"
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And since Jr. had just given Lash a talk-up about his brother, it was clearly her turn. "What are they like? Your friends. And..." he glanced to the scene below them. "What is it that you guys do exactly, anyway? Are you in a military?"
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Gee, who saw that one coming.
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That confession was ... well somehow it wasn't a complete shock. But... "The bad guys...?"
He furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of that. "How are you bad guys? I mean, bad guys never admit that they're the bad guys... Your enemies are always technically 'the bad guys' from your end, aren't they?"
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She might have been bragging, but she was definably not wrong. It was also probably a bit creepy at how she was talking about this as if it was perfectly normal.
"They had to keep stealing our plans to stay in the game too!"
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"Well uh. Conquering and taking over things ... was there a reason why you tried to do all that?"
I love that picture I expect him to jump up at any minute.
"Well back then? It was fun!" In a way, terribly frightening that all of this steamed from someone being bored. But considering Lash's history, other women would have gone insane. Or maybe she was. "Sturm would come and ask me to build this or that and I'd make it for him. Sometimes I'd get to go out and see how much damage my weapons did first hand!"
A pause.
"I guess that's why I never expected Jake to save us, when Von Bolt branded us traitors both me and Hawke and threw us out of Black Hole. We ended up joining Orange Star and fighting the very armies that I'd been living with for all my life."
He would not make it far. 8(
And strangely unsettling. Lash found it fun to make weapons and see destruction. "Well, Rubedo? Admit it. You enjoyed that didn’t you?" "Yeah. It was fun." And meanwhile Jr. tried to deny the part of him that lusted for the same thing.
"So ... you were all in an army called Black Hole that blew up stuff for fun? And then you got kicked out and joined an army that fought against them? Am I following right..."
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Were you following all of that Jr.?
"But we never knew who the guy was, just that he was the new big boss. Hawke followed Kindle, his second in command to where Von Bolt was hidding and discovered that they weren't using Black Hole to conquer, but to deplete the world of its resources and become immortal. THEN we got kicked out and joined an army that fought against them."
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"Okay, I can get liking weapons and explosions and stuff, but liking war?" Unless you were some kind of immortal, Jr. had no idea why anybody would enjoy being in a situation where it's non-stop fighting with a chance of death. "What were this Sturm guy's plans, exactly? Not that it matters, I guess, if he got killed anyway."
Jr.'s face fell at the second half of that story. "Immortality ... so why'd he want that? Scared of dying? Power? Didn't give a crap what he had to do to attain it?"
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"He was pretty old. Black Hole average dying is is around forty but the guy was probably pushing it around eighty, I'm pretty sure." she made a grimace. "Bwark! He was so ugly and wrinkly and everything too! And nope, he didn't care what got in his way."
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He gave her a wry smirk. "Sounds familiar. Power trips like that are really..."
He couldn't even think of the right term to use for that, so he just rolled his eyed to emphasize instead.
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