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etrayalogs2025-05-09 09:15 am
rudelanguage) wrote in etrayalogs2025-05-09 09:15 am
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damn bitch u live like this?
WHO: "Antigone," Shadow
WHEN: Early May
WHERE: Alexandria
WHAT: interacting...socializing?!....scheming...
NOTES\WARNINGS: marked where needed, none in top-level
A scant-few miles south of the hospital, the land is...rather sparse. It's quiet in unnatural ways, lacking the typical fauna sounds Knife would expect with enough greenery (the chocobo noises are not pleasant to hear, though they're more tolerable at a distance). It makes innocuous sounds sinister with the risk of danger. It makes being closer to people seem...almost comforting?
Until remembering that Knife doesn't fucking know these people and there's autonomous slaves and and and--
Eugh.
This sucks.
While Knife's set up Pending's stashes along the water, they move Antigone inland with enough plausible distance as to avoid being too easily correlated. It makes them anxious to check in on their stuff, useful or otherwise, but it's safer to just leave it be for a time. They've set up a couple tents in a copse of trees near the baseball stadium - close enough to a food source to pinch from, far enough as to avoid regular traffic. It also gives them a chance to pinch any additional bots, should they need to, during investigations with the inactive ones one of the Shadows had mangled for them.
They're...not really a tinkerer, but the real Antigone is, and since that's their mask for now? Fuckin'...gotta learn to tinker.
It's something to do, anyway, that isn't just stressing about being stuck, alone, and separated from Soliton.
Suppose he thinks I ditched him. He's so convinced he's going to live forever alone, the dumbass. I'm not here on purpose, idiot! Don't think I abandoned you!
Antigone's lips curl back in a frustrated growl while trying to reconfigure chips and bits back where they belong; disassembling and reassembling repeatedly helps familiarize them with some parts, even if they don't wholly get computer chips or circuits just yet.
Near and around the tents, Knife has set up little signal traps: Buttons and tiny bells on threads and wires that shift or tinkle in ways not unlike a spider's web to alert them of encroaching bodies. When one of them goes off, they go still for a beat, waiting to hear if it's another damn chocobo. When the telltale dinosaur-thumping doesn't sound, they get up and peek out of the tent, blinking around in the daylight. Scattered giftbox debris, random assortments of wrappers or other odds and ends gathered from shops and trash bins, and...
WHEN: Early May
WHERE: Alexandria
WHAT: interacting...socializing?!....scheming...
NOTES\WARNINGS: marked where needed, none in top-level
A scant-few miles south of the hospital, the land is...rather sparse. It's quiet in unnatural ways, lacking the typical fauna sounds Knife would expect with enough greenery (the chocobo noises are not pleasant to hear, though they're more tolerable at a distance). It makes innocuous sounds sinister with the risk of danger. It makes being closer to people seem...almost comforting?
Until remembering that Knife doesn't fucking know these people and there's autonomous slaves and and and--
Eugh.
This sucks.
While Knife's set up Pending's stashes along the water, they move Antigone inland with enough plausible distance as to avoid being too easily correlated. It makes them anxious to check in on their stuff, useful or otherwise, but it's safer to just leave it be for a time. They've set up a couple tents in a copse of trees near the baseball stadium - close enough to a food source to pinch from, far enough as to avoid regular traffic. It also gives them a chance to pinch any additional bots, should they need to, during investigations with the inactive ones one of the Shadows had mangled for them.
They're...not really a tinkerer, but the real Antigone is, and since that's their mask for now? Fuckin'...gotta learn to tinker.
It's something to do, anyway, that isn't just stressing about being stuck, alone, and separated from Soliton.
Suppose he thinks I ditched him. He's so convinced he's going to live forever alone, the dumbass. I'm not here on purpose, idiot! Don't think I abandoned you!
Antigone's lips curl back in a frustrated growl while trying to reconfigure chips and bits back where they belong; disassembling and reassembling repeatedly helps familiarize them with some parts, even if they don't wholly get computer chips or circuits just yet.
Near and around the tents, Knife has set up little signal traps: Buttons and tiny bells on threads and wires that shift or tinkle in ways not unlike a spider's web to alert them of encroaching bodies. When one of them goes off, they go still for a beat, waiting to hear if it's another damn chocobo. When the telltale dinosaur-thumping doesn't sound, they get up and peek out of the tent, blinking around in the daylight. Scattered giftbox debris, random assortments of wrappers or other odds and ends gathered from shops and trash bins, and...
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Buncha otherworldly garbage. [they roll their eyes.] Put her in some scales and feathers and she's like any other ancient dragon.
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[ it sounds like him asking if that's something the other is familiar with. then again, shadow should expect it from them willing to use gold as payment.
dated... ]
I wonder if there's anyone who matches her in strength.
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Have you given it a shot? [or:] Are you gonna give it a shot?
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...
[ now he's going to stare until HIS question is answered....
you really thought you could make him drown in mystery. ]
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...And you don't?
[ let's start there. ]
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[ as they make their way into the city, they'll come across one of those shops that should give the other more insight on how to work with machines.
tools too...
and books, there's many books for them to choose from. ]
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while fiddling with the contents of a tool set:] This n' that. Mostly just stuff to keep me alive, y'know? Being a little gal in a big world and all, gotta keep out from underfoot.
[it tracks with their kit even when they're bigger, honestly. dodging, hiding, tripping other people up so they can dodge and hide...it's a living.]
Which makes it funny, people saying we're here to save worlds. The heck am I supposed to do about it? Sheesh.
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he clicks his tongue as one hand reaches out for a book, something on basic machinery that should work for antigone. ]
No one knows how the worlds are chosen.
[ to be here for no reason, but apparently given a chance. the only world that shadow is concerned about is his.
he offers the book to the other. ]
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...that sure is a book. it's probably full of...words... hhhh...
while tentatively taking it:] I mean, folks aren't just putzing around yes-ma'aming the ghost and nothing else, right?
[right???]
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There are those who have been here longer than us, they may not have a choice. From how some talk, they like her enough to do so.
[ ...
he doesn't care for her, but he doesn't care for anyone. ]
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[same song, different verse. at least this jail isn't a single cell.
...and there's food.]
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besides, it could simply be the prospect of the situation that the other doesn't like. ]
Others will agree, but some won't see her as a jailer. I'm not sure what the nature of relationship some share with her.
[ or if she even let's herself get close to anyone, and they accept everything as is. ]
You can hear it in their voices.
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ooh. what is this? they've never seen tools where you can replace the shape of the tip like this...that's so handy. for lockpicking.
yoink.]
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antigone: the helpful and useful lockpick
screwdriver: ]
They may have been conditioned due to how long they've been here.
[ some mind have been here for months, or more, even longer. perhaps that's why these circumstances seem workable, but their reasons are not known to shadow.
he'll have to ask why anyone does anything at all around here.
with that thought in mind. ]
What's your goal separate from Aurora?
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after stuffing their pockets full of screwdriver bits, they'll give the book a second consideration as something to focus on instead of eye contact.]
Survive this place. Get back to where I'm from.
Beyond that? [shrugs.] There's things to do, places to be.
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I see.
[ ...
sighs. ]
It sounds like you live your life freely.
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