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[ The loss of Akvos hits hard, for all of Lucina's efforts. Telling herself - not her fault, not her responsibility, not her home - well, that would just be callow, wouldn't it? Certainly to the shame of her line, her father's disappointment, the loss of Naga's blessing. Those are all distant, irrational fears, and ones she need not compound a tragedy with. Making it about herself is distinctly selfish, she knows. On the other hand, what are her shoulders for if not bearing failure so others can succeed?
As her first jump is now over, Lucina is perhaps a bit overzealous in ensuring her comrades are well and whole in the wake of it.
Her texting is still very, very sad. ]
connor,?
are you here
?
[ The fuck does that even mean? ]
As her first jump is now over, Lucina is perhaps a bit overzealous in ensuring her comrades are well and whole in the wake of it.
Her texting is still very, very sad. ]
connor,?
are you here
?
[ The fuck does that even mean? ]
[He doesn't take the failure well.
It reminds him of the cold stare of Amanda, it reminds him of not being good enough to fulfill his mission. That despite his best efforts it still wasn't good enough; a cold, terrible parallel that reminds him of what awaits him back in Detroit, and the consequences that might be garnered from it.
But this time? This time they were met with a loss of life, the destruction of a city. All of it crumbling down around him, and there was nothing to be done but watch and be lurched from one world to the Temple -- again.
It wasn't much better.]
Lucina, yes, I've returned to the Temple like the rest of us. I'm just outside its perimeter.
[If that's what she means.]
It reminds him of the cold stare of Amanda, it reminds him of not being good enough to fulfill his mission. That despite his best efforts it still wasn't good enough; a cold, terrible parallel that reminds him of what awaits him back in Detroit, and the consequences that might be garnered from it.
But this time? This time they were met with a loss of life, the destruction of a city. All of it crumbling down around him, and there was nothing to be done but watch and be lurched from one world to the Temple -- again.
It wasn't much better.]
Lucina, yes, I've returned to the Temple like the rest of us. I'm just outside its perimeter.
[If that's what she means.]
[ Typing...
Typing...
Typing...
It's uncommon of her to be this thoughtful with her words. Ultimately, what gets sent is: ]
i
am glad you're safely returned
please, wait right there
[ That is, indeed, what she means! She has little patience for a conversation wholly over the watches after all this.
Dropping back into the temple without even much change to get dry, he'll likely hear the squelch of her boots long before he sees her. This seems to be a recurring theme through-out their encounters: some sort of water-based misfortune, or embarrassment. A watch lost to a sink, being pulled into a pool by an overly curious kelpie, or just Lucina looking like a miserable (and very blue) drowned rat.
Any greeting feels too small after that. ]
Typing...
Typing...
It's uncommon of her to be this thoughtful with her words. Ultimately, what gets sent is: ]
i
am glad you're safely returned
please, wait right there
[ That is, indeed, what she means! She has little patience for a conversation wholly over the watches after all this.
Dropping back into the temple without even much change to get dry, he'll likely hear the squelch of her boots long before he sees her. This seems to be a recurring theme through-out their encounters: some sort of water-based misfortune, or embarrassment. A watch lost to a sink, being pulled into a pool by an overly curious kelpie, or just Lucina looking like a miserable (and very blue) drowned rat.
Any greeting feels too small after that. ]
Don't worry, I won't be moving.
[Where would he go? Return to his room, stand quietly, think of how they've failed their last mission? Look for familiar faces, seek comfort, something that he should not even require? He doesn't know what to do with himself, and though he is defined by restless energy, an android always wanting to investigate and question and see things through to the end no matter the consequences, his feet feel planted to the ground.
Moments pass and he spots her at a distance. His own look is ragged, his usual perfect hair gone out of place. He's missing his jacket, and the rest of his clothes are still damp and cling to his form.]
Lucina...
[Hi.]
[Where would he go? Return to his room, stand quietly, think of how they've failed their last mission? Look for familiar faces, seek comfort, something that he should not even require? He doesn't know what to do with himself, and though he is defined by restless energy, an android always wanting to investigate and question and see things through to the end no matter the consequences, his feet feel planted to the ground.
Moments pass and he spots her at a distance. His own look is ragged, his usual perfect hair gone out of place. He's missing his jacket, and the rest of his clothes are still damp and cling to his form.]
Lucina...
[Hi.]
[ Likewise, Lucina lost her cloak in one of the dreamscapes and woke up without it - it's a source of confusion, but she's seen too much to question it with any urgency. They're all a little lesser than they were before Akvos, even if that metaphor is tied up in accoutrements.
Joining him, she doesn't look especially more relaxed for it. ]
Connor.
... [ A sigh, then somewhat wryly -- ] You look very damp.
[ That's a joke.
She's funny. ]
Joining him, she doesn't look especially more relaxed for it. ]
Connor.
... [ A sigh, then somewhat wryly -- ] You look very damp.
[ That's a joke.
She's funny. ]
[Connor seems to have difficulties registering that as a joke, rather than a pinpoint observation. He frowns a little, looking at her with earnest eyes gone weary with a slightly slanted brow. His LED spins in complete circles a handful of times, and as if in a show of self-consciousness, he reaches up to fix his tie.]
I— yes, I’m sorry if I appear unpresentable at the moment, but we’ve only just returned from Akvos and I…
[Barely has had time to expel water from his faux lungs, at that.]
I haven’t had time to dry my uniform.
I— yes, I’m sorry if I appear unpresentable at the moment, but we’ve only just returned from Akvos and I…
[Barely has had time to expel water from his faux lungs, at that.]
I haven’t had time to dry my uniform.
[ Well, she bungled that, didn't she? Lucina looks briefly confused, and then apologetic. ...Damp (see what I did there) and apologetic. ]
No, Connor. That isn't what I meant.
[ An awkward little pause, then - in an earnestness of her own - ]
Are you hurt at all?
No, Connor. That isn't what I meant.
[ An awkward little pause, then - in an earnestness of her own - ]
Are you hurt at all?
[Oh. He blinks, then shakes his head, realigning his expectations of her meaning.]
No, nothing’s broken. I’m functioning just fine, but…
[There’s a pause, something he was going to say, but the android seems to think better of it.]
What about you? The transition wasn’t kind for many of the humans here. Going from sea to land again can't be kind to anyone's body, magic or no.
No, nothing’s broken. I’m functioning just fine, but…
[There’s a pause, something he was going to say, but the android seems to think better of it.]
What about you? The transition wasn’t kind for many of the humans here. Going from sea to land again can't be kind to anyone's body, magic or no.
[ She's fine. She's used to it. The world - the gods, whatever - dump her places and she deals. Rebuilds. Whatever Connor was about to say is more interesting, and she ends up pressing him to elaborate. ]
But what?
But what?
[ And then, an hour or two after their last (above) conversation: ]
connor
what is a robot
are you the kid robot?
connor
what is a robot
are you the kid robot?
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Kid robot?
[What.]
I don't know if I'm "the" kid robot, or if calling me a "kid" is really the right kind of qualifier. But a robot is defined as this: 'a machine resembling a human being and able to replicate certain human movements and functions automatically'.
[A literal definition.]
So yes, I do fall into that category. Though it's a wide term; "android" is still more accurate.
[What.]
I don't know if I'm "the" kid robot, or if calling me a "kid" is really the right kind of qualifier. But a robot is defined as this: 'a machine resembling a human being and able to replicate certain human movements and functions automatically'.
[A literal definition.]
So yes, I do fall into that category. Though it's a wide term; "android" is still more accurate.
[ ... okay, but what if her brain just jumped out of her head and floated off into the cold nothingness of space? Because that's what it feels like doing right now.
She follows up with an equally intelligent question. ]
are you saylight?
daylight
it seems unlikely, you are not very large
She follows up with an equally intelligent question. ]
are you saylight?
daylight
it seems unlikely, you are not very large
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no, that is not what i was asking
cayde-6 described daylight as the big robot who is also a kid
it did not feel like a very fitting description of you
but i wasn't sure who else to ask
[ Typing...
Typing...
Typing... ]
how is the term "android" more accurate?
[ She's getting distracted, whoops. ]
cayde-6 described daylight as the big robot who is also a kid
it did not feel like a very fitting description of you
but i wasn't sure who else to ask
[ Typing...
Typing...
Typing... ]
how is the term "android" more accurate?
[ She's getting distracted, whoops. ]
I believe Cayde-6 was referring to Daylight’s personality, in which yes, he was apparently very young for his “race”, as it were.
An android is specifically designed to resemble a human, usually as close as technologically possible. That is the main difference.
An android is specifically designed to resemble a human, usually as close as technologically possible. That is the main difference.
alright. i understand now.
[ no she doesn't ]
thank you, connor
:)
[ no she doesn't ]
thank you, connor
:)
if you could do one thing right now
anything in the WORLD
(that can happen at the temple anyway)
what would it be?
lmk then meet me outside in 20 minutes
[ Whether or not Connor finds himself in a state of needing cheering up...this is happening, apparently. ]
anything in the WORLD
(that can happen at the temple anyway)
what would it be?
lmk then meet me outside in 20 minutes
[ Whether or not Connor finds himself in a state of needing cheering up...this is happening, apparently. ]
[Ah… well. It’s a strange text, one that Connor searches for a purpose in, without immediately assuming it’s for the sake of cheering him up. He’d argue that he doesn’t need it. That the failure of their last mission is unsatisfactory but not the sort that mars his mind, his programming.
That’s not completely true.
But the request sends his LED spinning, a dangerous concept for this android to circle around — the idea of want, of what he would do if he could choose to do anything at all. Anything beyond the confines of obligation, of adhering to a purpose that’s been upended from them upon their arrival here.
There’s a long delay.]
I’m… not certain.
Do you still wish for me to meet you in twenty minutes, or do you require a more straightforward answer first?
That’s not completely true.
But the request sends his LED spinning, a dangerous concept for this android to circle around — the idea of want, of what he would do if he could choose to do anything at all. Anything beyond the confines of obligation, of adhering to a purpose that’s been upended from them upon their arrival here.
There’s a long delay.]
I’m… not certain.
Do you still wish for me to meet you in twenty minutes, or do you require a more straightforward answer first?
[ In retrospect, he should have figured that Connor would analyze a question like that to death — honestly, it'd be difficult for a human to answer, too, especially considering what many of them want the most right now is out of their reach. Maybe this was the wrong approach.
But he is committed to this plan now, and while Connor doesn't give him specifics to work with, he can...improvise. Maybe not always effectively, but he can figure something out, especially once he and Connor are together and he can get a better read on his friend.
Hey, even if that thing winds up being just shooting the breeze, it could be worse. ]
nah i got you man
take those 20 mins to think and meet me in the courtyard anyway
ill bring some rubber ducks
[ Hey, who knows, they might cheer them up, just a little. ]
But he is committed to this plan now, and while Connor doesn't give him specifics to work with, he can...improvise. Maybe not always effectively, but he can figure something out, especially once he and Connor are together and he can get a better read on his friend.
Hey, even if that thing winds up being just shooting the breeze, it could be worse. ]
nah i got you man
take those 20 mins to think and meet me in the courtyard anyway
ill bring some rubber ducks
[ Hey, who knows, they might cheer them up, just a little. ]
[This conversation has already taken a few confusing turns, and the mention of ducks doesn’t seem to help matters. But Connor… wouldn’t say no. Doesn’t mind to seek company, not after all that’s happened, and makes the decision to agree faster than maybe he even normally would.]
All right. I’ll think about it and meet you there soon.
[And so he will, looking for Prompto at the courtyard when he reaches it, gazing around with curious eyes.]
All right. I’ll think about it and meet you there soon.
[And so he will, looking for Prompto at the courtyard when he reaches it, gazing around with curious eyes.]
[ He won't have to look too long; ostentatious as ever, Prompto is sitting on one of the benches, an assortment of rubber ducks next to him. Sitting is kind of a relative term, because when he's actually on the bench, his knees bounce with a frenetic energy, and when that's not enough, he's up on his feet again, pacing around and drumming his fingers against his arms.
Once Connor arrives however, his demeanor shifts, that nervous energy eaten up (mostly, anyway) by a focused grin. It's still there, in the back of his mind — the fear that even this is selfish, because it's distracting him from everything that's been plaguing his mind. But if it helps Connor out, too, then...it's not a bad thing, right?
Everything's just felt so uncertain since Noct left. ]
Soooo! You got an answer yet, Conno?
[ Akvos may have vanished into an abyss, but that nickname has not. ]
Once Connor arrives however, his demeanor shifts, that nervous energy eaten up (mostly, anyway) by a focused grin. It's still there, in the back of his mind — the fear that even this is selfish, because it's distracting him from everything that's been plaguing his mind. But if it helps Connor out, too, then...it's not a bad thing, right?
Everything's just felt so uncertain since Noct left. ]
Soooo! You got an answer yet, Conno?
[ Akvos may have vanished into an abyss, but that nickname has not. ]
[The first thing he notes are the rubber ducks, followed by the anxious energy of Prompto sitting just nearby. Difficult for an android made to observe to not notice the shift in demeanor, the way the smile widens and brightens, and Connor has to wonder if it's for his sake or the young man's.
But he approaches, expression schooled, lips pressed into a smile that defaults into the usual; not too wide, not too lacking.]
It's Connor.
[A nickname that'll always be corrected, no doubt.]
...And yes, I think I have. I want to know what it is you plan on doing with those rubber ducks.
But he approaches, expression schooled, lips pressed into a smile that defaults into the usual; not too wide, not too lacking.]
It's Connor.
[A nickname that'll always be corrected, no doubt.]
...And yes, I think I have. I want to know what it is you plan on doing with those rubber ducks.
[ And his demeanor shifts again — into genuine surprise this time, Prompto's eyebrows flying up into his hair. ]
...Wait, for real? That's the one thing in the whole wide temple you'd want to do right now? Ask about my ducks? Dude.
[ ...But then again, maybe it isn't all that surprising. Connor is, after all, investigative to the last, and it's not like Prompto gave any indication as to why he brought them. Maybe that was the only logical conclusion for Connor to come to, if he wasn't going to pick something like, say, eating a whole cake by himself or launching some pumpkins into the air. (These might have been among Prompto's choices.)
A moment passes — and then Prompto's bewilderment gives way to a pure, unadulterated peal of laughter. ]
Heh, alright, that's easy enough! I mean...they're kinda cheery on their own, right?
[ Twisting around, he picks up one of the ducks and then squeaks it in Connor's direction. ]
Figured it's pret-ty impossible to be glum when you got one of these babies keepin' you company. [ ... ] But we could also try to sail 'em on the lake.
[ There's enough for a whole crew here. ]
...Wait, for real? That's the one thing in the whole wide temple you'd want to do right now? Ask about my ducks? Dude.
[ ...But then again, maybe it isn't all that surprising. Connor is, after all, investigative to the last, and it's not like Prompto gave any indication as to why he brought them. Maybe that was the only logical conclusion for Connor to come to, if he wasn't going to pick something like, say, eating a whole cake by himself or launching some pumpkins into the air. (These might have been among Prompto's choices.)
A moment passes — and then Prompto's bewilderment gives way to a pure, unadulterated peal of laughter. ]
Heh, alright, that's easy enough! I mean...they're kinda cheery on their own, right?
[ Twisting around, he picks up one of the ducks and then squeaks it in Connor's direction. ]
Figured it's pret-ty impossible to be glum when you got one of these babies keepin' you company. [ ... ] But we could also try to sail 'em on the lake.
[ There's enough for a whole crew here. ]
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