[ Well, that was… harrowing. His own part in the plan to put an end to the Storm had been a mad dash through wind and flying debris, but he can scarcely imagine what it must have been like for the people who actually had to go into the damn thing.
With the Storm’s power rerouted and Struxta making the slow crawl back to something like normalcy, Arenvald finally finds a moment to collect himself, and to check on someone who he feels probably needs checked in on. ]
Hey, hope you didn’t get caught in anything nasty. You okay?
With the Storm’s power rerouted and Struxta making the slow crawl back to something like normalcy, Arenvald finally finds a moment to collect himself, and to check on someone who he feels probably needs checked in on. ]
Hey, hope you didn’t get caught in anything nasty. You okay?
[He’s had time to recover. Time to get his system back in order, all the fragmented programming slotted neatly where it belongs. Limbs in working order, if not occasionally still sluggish; processing speed... improving, substantially from just hours before.
Arenvald trying to contact him still oddly comes as a surprise, however — likely because he had thought the man busy even after the Storm had dissipated. But it’s accompanied by a gladness that he’s all right, or at least... he hopes so.
The tone of voice on the other end seems to confirm this much.]
Arenvald. I had wondered how you were doing.
[Ah, how to answer his question, though.]
I’m... fine, now. The Storm is gone, and that’s all that matters.
Arenvald trying to contact him still oddly comes as a surprise, however — likely because he had thought the man busy even after the Storm had dissipated. But it’s accompanied by a gladness that he’s all right, or at least... he hopes so.
The tone of voice on the other end seems to confirm this much.]
Arenvald. I had wondered how you were doing.
[Ah, how to answer his question, though.]
I’m... fine, now. The Storm is gone, and that’s all that matters.
[they had been in two separate groups during the storm mission, but Akira acutely remembers how Connor had hit the ground like a sack of nuts and bolts when they were first investigating the thing. so it's probably not surprising that eventually, sometime after things have calmed down and the repair efforts are on the way, that Connor gets a message from Akira. text, of course]
Connor-san?
[short and simple; he's just seeking out a reply to see if Connor made it out in one piece]
Connor-san?
[short and simple; he's just seeking out a reply to see if Connor made it out in one piece]
[Wandering into the eye of the Storm to work with the team activating the Device was just as much of a strain to his system, if not more so -- though it was less "wandering" and more moving forward with a mission, a goal, in mind.
He's still functioning, and surely that counts for something. But it'll take a while before he's in optimal shape again, a few hiccups in his system here and there, a few times when his limbs feel too heavy and too sluggish. But Struxta is safe. In the end, that's all that matters.
The message is unexpected, though, and he responds swiftly enough.]
Hello, Akira. Is there something I can help you with?
He's still functioning, and surely that counts for something. But it'll take a while before he's in optimal shape again, a few hiccups in his system here and there, a few times when his limbs feel too heavy and too sluggish. But Struxta is safe. In the end, that's all that matters.
The message is unexpected, though, and he responds swiftly enough.]
Hello, Akira. Is there something I can help you with?
[ he's MIA up until they return.
the voice connor hears is weaker than usual — voices are more vulnerable, nier thinks. they let you gauge what someone is feeling better. ]
Hey.
I heard from someone else that you made it back safely...I'm really glad that you did.
How do you feel?
the voice connor hears is weaker than usual — voices are more vulnerable, nier thinks. they let you gauge what someone is feeling better. ]
Hey.
I heard from someone else that you made it back safely...I'm really glad that you did.
How do you feel?
[Good morning Connor, you wanted some meddling Exo in your day today, right?]
Hey, buddy. You got a minute? I know we're all dealing with the death plague right now, but I promise it'll only take a few.
[Minutes, hours- a few somethings]
Hey, buddy. You got a minute? I know we're all dealing with the death plague right now, but I promise it'll only take a few.
[Minutes, hours- a few somethings]
[It’s only fair that what goes around comes around. Connor can be fairly put into the “meddling” category, too, but usually by people who possess a low opinion of him. Regardless, he doesn’t expect a communique from Cayde — not that he minds it — and by default that’s worthy of his attention.
He can spare a moment. Cayde’s caught him in-between helping the sick, flitting around from room to room, trying to do what he can.]
Cayde. Good morning.
I have some time. What can I do for you?
He can spare a moment. Cayde’s caught him in-between helping the sick, flitting around from room to room, trying to do what he can.]
Cayde. Good morning.
I have some time. What can I do for you?
[are you actually
What is this question? It’s equal parts unexpected and nonsensical, though its randomness is misleading on its own — Connor wonders briefly if there’s an underlying point trying to be made.
Surely there must be? He just needs to be led along this line of questioning.]
When it’s necessary to look at my hand. Why?
What is this question? It’s equal parts unexpected and nonsensical, though its randomness is misleading on its own — Connor wonders briefly if there’s an underlying point trying to be made.
Surely there must be? He just needs to be led along this line of questioning.]
When it’s necessary to look at my hand. Why?
Cough, cough!
[... That's a sensation that Bedivere has not felt in a long while. The knight sets down his left hand, frowning.
This won't do.
[He was walking around the Temple, trying to make sense of the place. Was it part of Earth? Was it a completely separate realm like Avalon?? Was his connection to those he cared for and served completely severed? There are too many troubling thoughts and now having to deal with the limitations of a physical body is just, as they say, the icing on the cake.
He's not so sick that his memory feels hazy, but there's some wooziness. Luckily, there seems to be a familiar face, or at least someone he's encountered before.]
... Sir Connor? We meet again.
[... That's a sensation that Bedivere has not felt in a long while. The knight sets down his left hand, frowning.
This won't do.
[He was walking around the Temple, trying to make sense of the place. Was it part of Earth? Was it a completely separate realm like Avalon?? Was his connection to those he cared for and served completely severed? There are too many troubling thoughts and now having to deal with the limitations of a physical body is just, as they say, the icing on the cake.
He's not so sick that his memory feels hazy, but there's some wooziness. Luckily, there seems to be a familiar face, or at least someone he's encountered before.]
... Sir Connor? We meet again.
[Sir Connor. The unusual title -- definitely one he's never been given before -- is what would have first earned his attention... that is, if the coughing didn't first.
It's a common sound around the Temple grounds, but that doesn't mean that he's gotten used to it. That it doesn't incite worry, especially when met with a familiar face.]
Just 'Connor' is fine. [He corrects gently, and immediately goes into assessment mode.]
You're gotten sick, too. Are you running a fever?
It's a common sound around the Temple grounds, but that doesn't mean that he's gotten used to it. That it doesn't incite worry, especially when met with a familiar face.]
Just 'Connor' is fine. [He corrects gently, and immediately goes into assessment mode.]
You're gotten sick, too. Are you running a fever?
[ Where does a crime punching android hang out? Wherever that place happens to be - at some approximate point during the first week of the sickness - is where Lucina eventually ends up. Hey. Something awful has happened, probably. ]
Pardon me... Connor?
[ Good news, she isn't going to stab him! She is coughing a bit, though... ]
May I trouble you for a moment? [ Cough, cough cough... And then she just kind of smacks her clavicle to make it stop. ] — sorry.
Pardon me... Connor?
[ Good news, she isn't going to stab him! She is coughing a bit, though... ]
May I trouble you for a moment? [ Cough, cough cough... And then she just kind of smacks her clavicle to make it stop. ] — sorry.
[This deviant-hunting android isn't really just in one spot for very long. From one place to another, aiding those who are sick; he does what he can, and the easiest way to find him is to stand in a corridor and hope that he'll cross one's path.
And that's exactly where she'll find him, purposefully walking down one of the halls, but not in such a hurry that it's anything pressing. In fact, he easily stops when she requests his attention, always willing to aid a familiar face.]
Lucina. It's good to see you again.
[And... ah. That cough. That makes his brow tighten.]
...Of course. What can I do for you?
[Ever the helpful android, he's eager to see if she needs assistance regarding the state of her health.]
And that's exactly where she'll find him, purposefully walking down one of the halls, but not in such a hurry that it's anything pressing. In fact, he easily stops when she requests his attention, always willing to aid a familiar face.]
Lucina. It's good to see you again.
[And... ah. That cough. That makes his brow tighten.]
...Of course. What can I do for you?
[Ever the helpful android, he's eager to see if she needs assistance regarding the state of her health.]
[ the first sign that connor will get is a whistle, low and worried.
the second sign that connor will get is meddy peering at the entrance of his room, their finials twitching in thought. they seem to be debating on something before making up their mind, and soon they zip inside and make a beeline for where connor is at the moment.
they zip around him, no doubt trying to run scans and tests to see how connor is. despite this flu only affecting humanoid organics, connor is humanoid enough that there's a possibility he could be sick too. considering how the two first met, meddy feels like they have every right to fuss over the young man.
beep? goes meddy when they properly look at him now, their eyelights flickering in concern. beep boop bweeep? ]
the second sign that connor will get is meddy peering at the entrance of his room, their finials twitching in thought. they seem to be debating on something before making up their mind, and soon they zip inside and make a beeline for where connor is at the moment.
they zip around him, no doubt trying to run scans and tests to see how connor is. despite this flu only affecting humanoid organics, connor is humanoid enough that there's a possibility he could be sick too. considering how the two first met, meddy feels like they have every right to fuss over the young man.
beep? goes meddy when they properly look at him now, their eyelights flickering in concern. beep boop bweeep? ]
[Rare that anyone finds Connor in his room, but Meddy is fortunate this time. He's tending to what very few items he owns, before making the decision to head back out and aid those who have fallen sick. In fact, he's mid-turn to face the door to his room when the little medical bot is suddenly in his vision.]
Meddy...?
[He knows the look of a scan when he sees one -- makes him wish that his still worked -- and on some instinct he stands stock-still to let Meddy do their thing.]
I'm fine. I'm not sick, if that's why you're scanning me.
Meddy...?
[He knows the look of a scan when he sees one -- makes him wish that his still worked -- and on some instinct he stands stock-still to let Meddy do their thing.]
I'm fine. I'm not sick, if that's why you're scanning me.
bettr chance of getti g away if u swap 2 cars pplates b4 u take 1 but u have 2 get out of state NOWEdited 2018-09-12 00:45 (UTC)
help[ is this a message Connor wanted to receive while he's probably babysitting everyone else? Likely not.
But it's the message he's getting anyway!! ]
[Action (i have no idea what i'm doing)] - early in week 2
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tranquilforest
2018-09-14 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Upon walking into the kitchen, Connor may be a bit surprised to find that what looks like every single available cup or bowl or glass - in short, anything that could hold liquid - clustered on the available flat surfaces in the room in apparently esoteric categorization. Some of the groupings are still steaming hot, some long-since cooled, a plethora of drinking vessels holding liquids both clear and cloudy, fragrant and otherwise.
Jing is leaning against a wall with her eyes closed, looking considerably worse for wear, her hair down and loose rather than looped into her usual elaborate and neatly smooth styles, her clothes damp with sweat from exertion and fever both. When she apparently hears someone approach, she blinks her eyes open slowly and observes the room, gaze skittering from whoever is standing in front of her to the army of improvised cups beyond.]
How are you feeling? [She asks, her tone still warm and concerned.] What symptoms do you have?
Jing is leaning against a wall with her eyes closed, looking considerably worse for wear, her hair down and loose rather than looped into her usual elaborate and neatly smooth styles, her clothes damp with sweat from exertion and fever both. When she apparently hears someone approach, she blinks her eyes open slowly and observes the room, gaze skittering from whoever is standing in front of her to the army of improvised cups beyond.]
How are you feeling? [She asks, her tone still warm and concerned.] What symptoms do you have?
[It's unlike what he expected to see, wandering into the kitchen. At first, Connor wonders just what someone's done to all of the cups, the bowls, the glasses -- the point of arranging them in such a way, was there one? -- and his eyes track their steam. Some part of his programming registers their scent in an empirical way, though analyses don't flutter up in his hud in the way they should. No real way of knowing what liquids are steeped within, but-
There is a woman, looking less than well, as seems to be the case. But before Connor can ask anything, she speaks up first, and he blinks in mild confusion.]
None. I'm an android, and apparently unaffected by the sickness currently spreading in the temple.
[A step forward, tone easing into something that sounds concerned.]
But you don't look well.
There is a woman, looking less than well, as seems to be the case. But before Connor can ask anything, she speaks up first, and he blinks in mild confusion.]
None. I'm an android, and apparently unaffected by the sickness currently spreading in the temple.
[A step forward, tone easing into something that sounds concerned.]
But you don't look well.
(sorry, I know this is really late, feel free to drop and I'll grab Connor at a not-sick point!)
tranquilforest
- 2018-10-05 23:54 (UTC) - Expand[Well. That’s a question that he didn’t quite expect from her; didn’t expect to hear from her at all.
But he supplies the answer concisely enough. Almost on script.]
No. Androids as a general rule do not feel emotion; any situation that would tell them otherwise is merely a result of compounding errors in their programming. This includes fear.
[Except... well. He doesn't know her well enough to provide personal exceptions to the rule.]
May I ask why you wish to know?
But he supplies the answer concisely enough. Almost on script.]
No. Androids as a general rule do not feel emotion; any situation that would tell them otherwise is merely a result of compounding errors in their programming. This includes fear.
[Except... well. He doesn't know her well enough to provide personal exceptions to the rule.]
May I ask why you wish to know?
text; after the caverns, the evening hank made that post
fuck1ngusernam3
2018-10-18 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
hey mrbgood detextice detect y being here is like heing stufk in a kids cartoon[This is without a doubt a very drunk text. And as always, Connor frowns down at it.]
I can’t “detect” why things here are fantastical, Hank. Beyond the plain explanation that different worlds and universes apparently abide by wildly different rules than our own.
I can’t “detect” why things here are fantastical, Hank. Beyond the plain explanation that different worlds and universes apparently abide by wildly different rules than our own.
cw for incoming discussion of a past suicide attempt
fuck1ngusernam3
- 2018-10-18 23:38 (UTC) - Expand[ Because Lucina texting willingly is just punishing for everyone involved - ]
Hello, Connor?
[ She's been putting this off for a few days with surprising success. Having known Connor a little while now, the fact that he wasn't nipping at her heels to nourish his indomitable curiosity is a bit of a surprise. He must be distracted, she assumes, or perhaps her preconceived notions about him aren't as correct as she thinks they are. (Lucina pretty much accepts she'll be wrong a good 50% of the time these days, and tiredly so.)
By this point, she figures she's quickly encroaching his deadline for Truth Talk Time, and - and maybe it will do her some good to say something - anything - aloud. As it is, her chest feels as a blocked chimney, wrapped around secrets that don't need to be and little intricacies she isn't sure she knows how to explain, and it all tastes like smoke in her mouth.
I swear, in its early conception, this was going to be a brief tag. It was! ]
If you have a moment, I thought we could continue our conversation from the caverns.
[ A pause - ]
If it's alright with you, I would prefer to do so in person.
Hello, Connor?
[ She's been putting this off for a few days with surprising success. Having known Connor a little while now, the fact that he wasn't nipping at her heels to nourish his indomitable curiosity is a bit of a surprise. He must be distracted, she assumes, or perhaps her preconceived notions about him aren't as correct as she thinks they are. (Lucina pretty much accepts she'll be wrong a good 50% of the time these days, and tiredly so.)
By this point, she figures she's quickly encroaching his deadline for Truth Talk Time, and - and maybe it will do her some good to say something - anything - aloud. As it is, her chest feels as a blocked chimney, wrapped around secrets that don't need to be and little intricacies she isn't sure she knows how to explain, and it all tastes like smoke in her mouth.
I swear, in its early conception, this was going to be a brief tag. It was! ]
If you have a moment, I thought we could continue our conversation from the caverns.
[ A pause - ]
If it's alright with you, I would prefer to do so in person.
Edited 2018-10-21 16:40 (UTC)
[He hadn't forgotten, of course.
And it was admittedly difficult to not follow up on his curiosities regarding Lucina and her Falchion sooner rather than later. But Connor, in a moment that was definitely entrenched in better judgment, decided to wait. There were other matters that could keep his attentions occupied up until now -- certain friends who he could speak to, or those he needed to visit for reasons better left unspoken.
He's glad to hear from her. And quietly, he judges the weight in her voice before he replies, which only reaffirms his original suspicion -- this is a somber topic, likely kept close to the heart.]
Hello, Lucina, it's good to hear from you. And off course; I'd be more than happy to speak with you face-to-face. Where would you like for me to find you?
And it was admittedly difficult to not follow up on his curiosities regarding Lucina and her Falchion sooner rather than later. But Connor, in a moment that was definitely entrenched in better judgment, decided to wait. There were other matters that could keep his attentions occupied up until now -- certain friends who he could speak to, or those he needed to visit for reasons better left unspoken.
He's glad to hear from her. And quietly, he judges the weight in her voice before he replies, which only reaffirms his original suspicion -- this is a somber topic, likely kept close to the heart.]
Hello, Lucina, it's good to hear from you. And off course; I'd be more than happy to speak with you face-to-face. Where would you like for me to find you?
[ Hello Connor. Would you like a surprise visitor? Too bad, because you’re getting one anyway. It’s fairly early, but Arenvald knows that Connor doesn’t sleep like people do, so there’s little chance of waking him or catching him still in bed. He is.... just going to hope very hard that their disastrous text conversation does not come up with this visit as he knocks on the door. ]
Connor? Are you there? It’s Arenvald.
Connor? Are you there? It’s Arenvald.
[This is Connor, so a) when does he not like surprise visitors? and b) he's definitely not sleeping in his room. A result of these two things means that Arenvald will be met with an opening door, and a familiar android offering a smile in greeting.]
Arenvald. Good morning.
[He's missing the jacket for now; keen eyes will see it draped neatly on the side of the bed within his room. One might suppose it's occasionally removed when he's not idling about the Temple here and there.]
You're awake early. Is there something I can do for you?
Arenvald. Good morning.
[He's missing the jacket for now; keen eyes will see it draped neatly on the side of the bed within his room. One might suppose it's occasionally removed when he's not idling about the Temple here and there.]
You're awake early. Is there something I can do for you?
thank you, thank you! and this is a tag that was here three days ago, i swear.
sunborne
- 2018-11-21 07:42 (UTC) - Expand[So. Sometime during the early afternoon, Connor is going to receive a very eloquent, thoughtful text from North.
Which is to say, he's going to be greeted by this bullshit after North gets her ass kicked by the fighting ring dummies and accidentally slaps her thumb over the screen.]
F
[That's it. That's all she wrote, folks. Go pretend it's the key to Jericho or something.]
Which is to say, he's going to be greeted by this bullshit after North gets her ass kicked by the fighting ring dummies and accidentally slaps her thumb over the screen.]
F
[That's it. That's all she wrote, folks. Go pretend it's the key to Jericho or something.]
[What
what is this
What is this "F" from North of all people, the deviant he had located (run into, Connor) when the fresh wave of arrivals had been sprung upon the Temple? Is it supposed to mean something? Is it a clue? A lead? Misdirection? Mockery?
He spends far too much time thinking about this before a reply volleys through.]
What is this?
what is this
What is this "F" from North of all people, the deviant he had located (run into, Connor) when the fresh wave of arrivals had been sprung upon the Temple? Is it supposed to mean something? Is it a clue? A lead? Misdirection? Mockery?
He spends far too much time thinking about this before a reply volleys through.]
What is this?
Edited 2018-11-11 18:48 (UTC)
[ There's no polite knocking. A4's just going to hope that Connor is in at the moment and push open the door to his room. She's switched out of her standard uniform into a more simple, long-sleeved dress fit for the upcoming chillier season. The change might be for the best after falling into the lake so many times. Though she's still easily identifiable as a YoRHa unit with her silver hair and eye patch.
In one arm, she has a stack of clothing of various colors. One of them looks to be a leather, shiny pant leg sticking out from in between the pile. ]
Hey, Connor! Are you here?!
In one arm, she has a stack of clothing of various colors. One of them looks to be a leather, shiny pant leg sticking out from in between the pile. ]
Hey, Connor! Are you here?!
[She’s lucky that Connor is present, then, in his room and turning to look at A4 with the usual amount of surprise required to face someone who had just… barged in with what appears to be stacks of clothing balanced on one arm.]
I’m right here, A4. There’s no need to shout.
[He steps forward, his immediate inclination to help her with the clothing she seems to be balancing well enough.]
What’s all this?
I’m right here, A4. There’s no need to shout.
[He steps forward, his immediate inclination to help her with the clothing she seems to be balancing well enough.]
What’s all this?
1/? avkvos arrival onwards until the network comes back online
lumberlady
2018-11-14 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Connor? Connor, it's Konoha-
[nekwlgn he knows that, but-]
Can you hear me? Are you here under the sea? Are you alright- are you plastic parts alright?
[nekwlgn he knows that, but-]
Can you hear me? Are you here under the sea? Are you alright- are you plastic parts alright?
[ About half a day after this, Connor receives an incoming call on his watch. It's from Lucina.
Does he pick it up, or...?
(I'm sorry this tag sucks so badly.) ]
Does he pick it up, or...?
(I'm sorry this tag sucks so badly.) ]
Got it. On my way.
[He doesn’t need any preface to know that it might be a lead. Ilde isn’t the sort to make social calls, at least not to his own personal knowledge. And the library sounds... promising.
He arrives in a timely manner, approaching her from the entrance.]
Hello, Ilde. You needed me?
[He doesn’t need any preface to know that it might be a lead. Ilde isn’t the sort to make social calls, at least not to his own personal knowledge. And the library sounds... promising.
He arrives in a timely manner, approaching her from the entrance.]
Hello, Ilde. You needed me?
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