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(open) catch all for downtime
CHARACTERS: Ilde
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: Day 166 forward
SUMMARY: This is a catch all for the rest of downtime, whatever you want to put here please feel free to do so. I'm going to put a couple of prompts, but you don't have to follow them.
WARNINGS: Will update if needed.
EARTH.
Awake in the circle gardens, she can be found wandering barefoot in the kind of simple white smock they came to consciousness in. She checks on the plants as if visiting dear friends, first touching their stems in greeting, then bending down in the dirt to whisper to them. Every species is different, and there is no way that she knows them all, they are alien, collected from many worlds, but the best way to come to know them is to speak to them, is it not? She is all smiles, her presence in the garden like a mote of light, a warmth, that is easy to track as she moves throughout.
AIR.
Asleep in the circle gardens, she is not quite completely unconscious. It was unwise in the burned world to ever truly let down your guard. So perhaps it would be better to call her drowsing or daydreaming. She is listening to something that is not quite music, natural sounds that move through the encroachment and subsequent downpour of a rainstorm. She imagines it vividly, and should you choose to tap in alongside her daydreaming you too can feel the wet of the rain, see the many colorful birds taking shelter in the leaves of the garden... A soft whisper beneath the sounds of the rain is a poem that she memorized, the words winding like a trail of beautiful gems that lead to where she lies breathing peacefully in a secluded corner of the garden.
( Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side... )
FIRE. -- Wildcard training prompt.
She likes the concept of ranged weaponry. She rotates through them when she visits the range, sometimes a gun, sometimes bow and arrow, sometimes throwing knives. It pleases her, the careful and meticulous execution of aim and forethought.
WATER.
She has made it as far as sitting at the edge of the pool, her legs dangling over the edge. The sensation is interesting to her, not merely the feel of cool water, but the luxury of being able to sit here like this, to take her time. There is something sinister about this collection of beautiful clean water, an utter irrationality that is hard for her to identify. Something about all those years bathed in fire has made her frightened to quenched within this glittering pool. A sigh. She pushes herself off the edge abruptly and lets herself sink, her mind going blank with it, sinking into blackness. She stays under a long time before finally resurfacing, paddling her way with slow inelegance back to the edge, where she crosses her arms on the tile, head down, and tries not to the think.
WHERE: Station 72
WHEN: Day 166 forward
SUMMARY: This is a catch all for the rest of downtime, whatever you want to put here please feel free to do so. I'm going to put a couple of prompts, but you don't have to follow them.
WARNINGS: Will update if needed.
EARTH.
Awake in the circle gardens, she can be found wandering barefoot in the kind of simple white smock they came to consciousness in. She checks on the plants as if visiting dear friends, first touching their stems in greeting, then bending down in the dirt to whisper to them. Every species is different, and there is no way that she knows them all, they are alien, collected from many worlds, but the best way to come to know them is to speak to them, is it not? She is all smiles, her presence in the garden like a mote of light, a warmth, that is easy to track as she moves throughout.
AIR.
Asleep in the circle gardens, she is not quite completely unconscious. It was unwise in the burned world to ever truly let down your guard. So perhaps it would be better to call her drowsing or daydreaming. She is listening to something that is not quite music, natural sounds that move through the encroachment and subsequent downpour of a rainstorm. She imagines it vividly, and should you choose to tap in alongside her daydreaming you too can feel the wet of the rain, see the many colorful birds taking shelter in the leaves of the garden... A soft whisper beneath the sounds of the rain is a poem that she memorized, the words winding like a trail of beautiful gems that lead to where she lies breathing peacefully in a secluded corner of the garden.
( Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide,
And wash the Body whence the Life has died,
And lay me, shrouded in the living Leaf,
By some not unfrequented Garden-side... )
FIRE. -- Wildcard training prompt.
She likes the concept of ranged weaponry. She rotates through them when she visits the range, sometimes a gun, sometimes bow and arrow, sometimes throwing knives. It pleases her, the careful and meticulous execution of aim and forethought.
WATER.
She has made it as far as sitting at the edge of the pool, her legs dangling over the edge. The sensation is interesting to her, not merely the feel of cool water, but the luxury of being able to sit here like this, to take her time. There is something sinister about this collection of beautiful clean water, an utter irrationality that is hard for her to identify. Something about all those years bathed in fire has made her frightened to quenched within this glittering pool. A sigh. She pushes herself off the edge abruptly and lets herself sink, her mind going blank with it, sinking into blackness. She stays under a long time before finally resurfacing, paddling her way with slow inelegance back to the edge, where she crosses her arms on the tile, head down, and tries not to the think.
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Are you available to work with me.
[ Not quite a question because it's not really what she wants to do with her time, but here she is, and she will see it through. ]
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Yes. What is it you wish to improve on?
[The tone of his voice is flat and level, without the slightest hint of pleasure, but that is not unusual to her or her circumstances. Ilde had been an unexpected problem, where Kylo Ren had been a predictable one, but she was still under his protection. He still intended to see her become better than she was. A necessary step to assure her survival.]
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[ She states that flatly. ]
You must show me a different way.
[ The 'if you're going to continue shouting at me about it' is only kind of implied. ]
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But it was a pointless argument, too late to do anything about it. She had made her choice, and while she may not care about the life she'd taken, while she may not see her actions as regrettable, she was willing to make an effort for correct her course. And in time she may understand.]
Then let us begin.
[He shifts forward like a switch has been flipped, moving to circle around her, eyes keen as he studies her stance, the angle of her shoulders, head tilted slightly. When he comes to stand in front of her again he nods towards her feet.]
You are not very firmly planted.
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What is more appropriate?
[ She has no shame about her ignorance on the subject, that is why she is here with him. ]
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In this case he stands directly in front of her, shifting his feet out by bare degrees, shoulder width, back straight.]
Widen your stance. You are too narrow, it makes you unbalanced. Easy to push.
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You prefer we ask for ourselves, with not all questions of our intuition.
[ She's trying to say something helpful, without apologizing or making excuses for herself. More than that, she chose to do this for the sake of everyone else, not for herself and not for him. She isn't entirely sure how to get that part across, but she makes a play at it. ]
We are children, to this world and its sovereignty. I hope... we will not disappoint.
[ Every word is chosen with precision for its neutrality. A skill practiced with her madman of a king, saying many things while saying nothing at all. Making a broad stroked suggestion of her feelings on the matter, to plant a seed. She would have to wait to see if it would grow to the fruition she desired: patience, understanding. It is the same seed she is always planting, no matter what kind of cold-hearted murderess he has made her feel like with his rebukes. ]
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There isn't a tinge of anger in his tone, but he corrects every mistake she makes without fail, until she can do even these simple things faultlessly. The patience he so often strives for seems more present here than anywhere.
It makes him more level to her statement- her accusation, as carefully formed as it is. He waits, takes his time in responding, still more focused on her stance than her face, until he takes a step back to speak.]
Yes. I do not pry into your thoughts or your mind. I observe, and I expect you to do the same. I expect you to see what it is you lack. And I expect you to take the requests we make of you seriously. They are not arbitrary, but are born of experience, and the earnest desire to protect those we are responsible for.
[And because, for all he prized politeness, he was at his core straight forward, without tricks or subtleties, he breaches the core of the issue. This time without the cold disappointment of before, but with a simple statement of fact.]
We asked that you try not to kill anyone. You did not try. Whether it is that you simply forgot, or you did not care to, or you did not believe it to be a sensible request does not matter.
[It was simple, beyond the value of life and his personal fears about what power in the hands of those without the will to wield it responsibly could do. She had not done as she was asked. Her lack of regard for their guidance could prove troublesome, for her and others beyond even this single occurrence.]
It was a mistake. Many more mistakes were made, many more will be made, but that does not change the fact. I must watch you, because of my mistake, and you must be watched, because of yours. These are the burdens we must bear for now. Not forever. All things change. It is up to you whether that change is for the better or not.
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I've not spoken to argue for myself
[ She hasn't. He can think what he wants about her, although it does make her burn, that idea that she simply did not care. ]
There will be more trouble if those intentions are not expressed in a way that will be heard.
[ She's not denying the idea of them, only the efficacy of their transmission. From her brood especially, she is not unaware. Anders thinks he's going to save them, put them back together, but he is just as terrible as the rest. Only Steven has any real sense. ]
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[It is, arguably, a truth, of a kind. Perhaps she didn't understand, perhaps she still didn't. And while he would prefer his actions to speak for him, while he founds words to be too easily twisted and manipulated, too easily spoken earnestly but never lived up to, he recognized that not all believed that. Perhaps his actions did speak, but they did not know the language. That happened, at times. It had been- too long since the last group of new hosts.]
There are some who will not hear me, no matter what I say or how I say it. I cannot force them to, nor would I try. But they must do the things we ask, not for us, but for them and for you.
[And if they would not hear them, and they would not hear Cathaway, then they must hear the others. And if they would not do that, the they would not live long lives. ]
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[ The bluntest that she has been so far, but also an agreement to something he himself has thought. They did not know the language and, whatever the intentions, they lost much in their translation.
But then, was Cathaway's tact any better? Ilde preferred it, but it made things no clearer. Both of these seniors hosts sat at the far ends of a spectrum... incomplete with no middle ground. Her lips purse. ]
We will manage.
[ As if suddenly she has given up on the conversation, weary. However, she still remains in the most recent pose he had guided her in to, still alert in that regard. ]
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But it was a pointless argument, so he leaves it to drop, without further argument.]
If you wish to continue. [She has not dropped her stance. He would work with her until she chose to stop.]
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Yes.
[ She must learn it, and she will not falter. ]
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