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- !location: obs deck,
- adam park,
- albert heinrich/004,
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- owen mercer,
- pixie,
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- sensor,
- sentinel prime,
- sheeana,
- sherry birkin,
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- steve burnside,
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- wyn callahan,
- xander,
- yuri otani
Meet-n-Greet
After being released from stasis, having the slime removed from their bodies and clothed in the creepy, pulsing leaf-suit that everyone wore, and being taken to the Weapons & Possessions lockers to collect their belongings, the new arrivals would find themselves standing in the Observation Deck. Round windows lined the fleshy walls, revealing the bright display of lights that was inter-dimensional travel. They would also discover that there were people--members of the command staff and crew that had woken earlier--waiting for them.
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He finds his feet moving on their own to approach him.
(ooc: I find it funny that both SEED and Fafner had the characters designed by the same guy. Similar art style is similar.)
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"Ow..." he mutters, rubbing his head as he leans back up.
(ooc: XD Which was one of the reasons why I was tempted to tag.)
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Ah, the joys of being a Fafner pilot.
"I'm Kazuki, by the way," he says, in a weak attempt to change the subject.
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"Kira Yamato. It's good to meet you."
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"So where'd they take you from? I'd just gotten home after a big battle, so I'm hoping things are still going good at home."
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A pause. "You were fighting?"
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"I'm a Fafner pilot," he says, before remembering no one else he talked to knew what that was. "It's a, uh...giant mecha."
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He pauses a moment, then decides to actually describe it.
"It's about 90 to 100 feet tall--" he'd never bothered to actually look it up. "--sorta humanoid, with a flat, oblong head and rounded armor. Does that sound anything like what you're talking about?"
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Whoa. What were the odds of that?
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About 1:1, around here."That sounds about the size of a Gnosis-model Fafner," he says. "The mass production ones are smaller than the Nothung and Salvator models."
He pauses.
"Are you a pilot too, or are you just familiar with your own world's mecha?"
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He sighs.
"Me and my friends didn't know anything until about a year ago. Our parents, who were the people in charge of the project, hid the island from the rest of the world so we could live a normal, peaceful life until the time came to fight."
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He'd lost a number of friends because of everything, but at the very least he knew there were still people left back home, waiting for him to return.
"We didn't so much win the war, as figure out how to make peace with the Festum. They're a hive mind, so their way of thinking is completely different from ours. It wasn't until they assimilated..."
He pauses for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly.
"...some humans...that a couple of them began developing distinct personalities. Those ones began to sympathize with the humans, and we figured out a way we could coexist in peace."
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