Why don't you hold on the night-out offers until anything at all sounds remotely palatable. [ Zexion laughs weakly, rustling his hospital gown and the sheets in efforts to cover himself up a little more.
Right now, anything going in or coming out of his own body holds the very least amount of interest. The illusionist turns his cheek against the pillows, looking out towards his hospital room's windows.]
Tell me more about your flying machine. Your first love, from the slam.
[If Zexion wanted a distraction, he picked the best subject. Reno smiled.]
The chopper? I'm surprised in all yer world-jumpin', you never saw a helicopter. [Or maybe he had. It didn't really matter.] She was beautiful -- dark gray, almost black. Big inside, two pilots with room for cargo.
[Often human cargo, either other Turks for combat or "recruits" for the SOLDIER program -- some willing, some rather coerced.
Mostly it was military transport, but sometimes? Nice t' just have an arsenal in the back with you.
I've seen gummi ships, mostly, a few aerial pirate ships... among other flying machines? Not all of them are built to cross the dark sea of worlds and stars.
I presumed yours was something along those lines, from what you spoke of 'her'?
There will always be hearts passionate about venturing out into the black, exploring other worlds, wanting to know what lies in the Out There.
[ Zexion murmurs, sighing, a little more subdued into this subject. ]
...It might be better off for your world at large, though, to stay isolated within itself. Many which open themselves to the darkness quickly fall to it.
Hmm. Do you miss it? I wonder if there's anything in Ariel that flies. I imagine they wouldn't want anyone going too far.
[ That's the longing of the heart, certainly. He barely remembers when his colleagues spoke that way, but it seems like the sort of sentiment that pushed their experiments past acceptable parameters. Perhaps they should have taken up apprenticeships under Cid and studied engineering flying contraptions instead. ]
That didn't stop Zack or Sephiroth... although they certainly don't encourage making it easy to just leave.
I wonder what Ariel would look like, bird's eye. You know... aside from the maps.
[He hadn't exactly paid much attention to their departure, beyond that it happened. He'd been disappointed to hear Zack was gone, but he'd just assumed they'd been spirited away by the city, like Tseng and Elena had been. Was Zexion saying they willingly left, together? Just went off into the wasteland together? And was he really more angry about the fact that they were together than the fact that they'd willingly gone off for a likely wasteland suicide?]
[The way Sephiroth had been so supportive of the city, and still so controlling over Genesis when Zack would have done anything for him... Reno just never saw him leaving that way.]
You think all the contingency plans for Club Masamune was accidental?
Or maybe they've been conscripted by the city to leave and make contact with an elsewhere- who knows? I wonder where Xehanort and my Superior and Xigbar and all the other wound up too.
Maybe I'm just the only one cowardly enough to be left inside the walls, or comfortable enough to stay.
[Because that meant that Tseng, Elena, Rude -- Abel -- they were all still out there somewhere. It didn't make any sense.]
Of course there's contingency plans when people disappear all the time, you have to! An' Masamune's huge, they'd -- they'd have to have a plan, or the whole fuckin' thing would fall apart, just like Mala Suerte!
[Was he bitter about that? Maybe a little. People were depending on that place, people like him and Sheena and Malik, and then it was all just gone and they had nothing. He was lucky he had Rapier to fall back on entirely, and he'd done what he could for the others.]
If people who disappeared had just left t' go outside, then why would I be back?
[He had heard he'd been here before, after all, but he couldn't remember it.]
[ Zexion admits flatly- and that was mostly because Genesis didn't want to think that far along the possibility of vanishing. Neither did he, to be frank, not enough to press the issue. ]
I... I... don't pretend to know? [ His voice thins with anxiety, and he peeks over his shoulder toward the closed door to his hospital room, to make sure no one's listening in, but lowers his voice to a furtive whisper anyway.] Maybe you found yourself in so much trouble they decided to take you in, remove some memories, and play it all over from the start again?
Edmund and Nico were out there for a few days before, dodging the feelings the chip was pressing on them. Not long after, Nico went in, presumeably for being too exclusive.
Ai? He swears up and down in those few days he was absent from work, he went home for a whole year.
It's... strange, inconsistent, the coming and going, for all we're told it's one way in, and no way home.
[He hated to say it, because it sounded weak. But if Rapier disappeared, too, he wouldn't know what to do.]
[He scoffed.] You know me -- you think I wouldn't get into trouble again? Especially without memories?
[If that was the city's plan, it was a stupid one. If he was troublesome, it would have been simpler to just kill him outright. If they could change his memories, they might as well have just implanted what they wanted into a clone body and made him their little puppet. They had the technology, surely. That in mind, it seemed extremely unlikely.]
Why they lie seems clear enough -- they need us, don't they? I mean, it won't be long before we're the majority here. We build their roads, their buildings, we run their businesses. How many "natives" weren't just like us before? An' everythin' is kept dark so people like us don't get enough juice t' really make problems.
Are we a majority? It's unclear, how many natives are really native- but it would appear that we are in fact a select, privileged minority. Those of us from other worlds seems to cling tightly together.
[ Still, it's well worth thinking about, while his head's not so lust fogged and he can stop to consider. ] ...Well, that also implies that the truth is something so sinister it requires concealment.
It's ... Sorry, hold on-
[ Another interruption from the nursing staff, and Zexion shuts off the message for a few more minutes, quietly incensed when he returns.]
Reno? [ Zexion groans wearily. ] They say I'm drying up. We'll see how long that lasts
[He cut himself off and waited. And waited. Even though it was just for a few minutes, the silence made him antsy, not knowing what was going on on the other side of it. He was instantly relieved to hear Zexion's voice again.]
So maybe you'll be good to leave tomorrow? [He asked hopefully. Never once had he felt like he was "drying up" between spells, not really. So if that's what the doctors and nurses were saying, then that was a distinct difference -- right? That meant that things were finally going back to normal.]
[ He sounds hopeful, a little exhausted. ] If the gossip between nurses is any indication, they're almost full up on beds, so... I suspect they'll want to shoo me out quickly as possible, if it's looking any better.
I... should probably let you sleep, or get back to... getting off, or whatever you've been up to.
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Re: Voice
Date: 2015-03-23 11:31 pm (UTC)Right now, anything going in or coming out of his own body holds the very least amount of interest. The illusionist turns his cheek against the pillows, looking out towards his hospital room's windows.]
Tell me more about your flying machine. Your first love, from the slam.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 12:39 am (UTC)The chopper? I'm surprised in all yer world-jumpin', you never saw a helicopter. [Or maybe he had. It didn't really matter.] She was beautiful -- dark gray, almost black. Big inside, two pilots with room for cargo.
[Often human cargo, either other Turks for combat or "recruits" for the SOLDIER program -- some willing, some rather coerced.
Mostly it was military transport, but sometimes? Nice t' just have an arsenal in the back with you.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 02:11 am (UTC)I presumed yours was something along those lines, from what you spoke of 'her'?
Do all Turks pilot them?
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 04:07 am (UTC)So, as of now, our airships are just that -- local airspace.
All the Turks are given training, but only a few of us ever pilot regularly. The best, y'know? An' I was definitely one a' the best.
[In fact, it had become rare for him not to be the primary pilot when flying was required. It was an honor he'd worked his ass off to get.]
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 04:29 am (UTC)[ Zexion murmurs, sighing, a little more subdued into this subject. ]
...It might be better off for your world at large, though, to stay isolated within itself. Many which open themselves to the darkness quickly fall to it.
Hmm. Do you miss it? I wonder if there's anything in Ariel that flies. I imagine they wouldn't want anyone going too far.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 04:40 am (UTC)[He sighed wistfully.]
There is nothin' like the freedom of bein' in the air -- nothin'.
[It was cleaner up there. The sun seemed like it was within his grasp. The sun was so warm...]
It's like yer suddenly limitless, y'know? You could do anythin'. You can see everything.
[His smile twisted as he was brought back to the present. Ariel.] Tch, I doubt it. Can't have anyone go beyond the walls an' all.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 04:59 am (UTC)That didn't stop Zack or Sephiroth... although they certainly don't encourage making it easy to just leave.
I wonder what Ariel would look like, bird's eye. You know... aside from the maps.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 05:18 am (UTC)What's that supposed t' mean?
[He hadn't exactly paid much attention to their departure, beyond that it happened. He'd been disappointed to hear Zack was gone, but he'd just assumed they'd been spirited away by the city, like Tseng and Elena had been. Was Zexion saying they willingly left, together? Just went off into the wasteland together? And was he really more angry about the fact that they were together than the fact that they'd willingly gone off for a likely wasteland suicide?]
[The way Sephiroth had been so supportive of the city, and still so controlling over Genesis when Zack would have done anything for him... Reno just never saw him leaving that way.]
Re: Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 05:30 am (UTC)Or maybe they've been conscripted by the city to leave and make contact with an elsewhere- who knows? I wonder where Xehanort and my Superior and Xigbar and all the other wound up too.
Maybe I'm just the only one cowardly enough to be left inside the walls, or comfortable enough to stay.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 05:42 am (UTC)[Because that meant that Tseng, Elena, Rude -- Abel -- they were all still out there somewhere. It didn't make any sense.]
Of course there's contingency plans when people disappear all the time, you have to! An' Masamune's huge, they'd -- they'd have to have a plan, or the whole fuckin' thing would fall apart, just like Mala Suerte!
[Was he bitter about that? Maybe a little. People were depending on that place, people like him and Sheena and Malik, and then it was all just gone and they had nothing. He was lucky he had Rapier to fall back on entirely, and he'd done what he could for the others.]
If people who disappeared had just left t' go outside, then why would I be back?
[He had heard he'd been here before, after all, but he couldn't remember it.]
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 05:54 am (UTC)[ Zexion admits flatly- and that was mostly because Genesis didn't want to think that far along the possibility of vanishing. Neither did he, to be frank, not enough to press the issue. ]
I... I... don't pretend to know? [ His voice thins with anxiety, and he peeks over his shoulder toward the closed door to his hospital room, to make sure no one's listening in, but lowers his voice to a furtive whisper anyway.] Maybe you found yourself in so much trouble they decided to take you in, remove some memories, and play it all over from the start again?
Edmund and Nico were out there for a few days before, dodging the feelings the chip was pressing on them. Not long after, Nico went in, presumeably for being too exclusive.
Ai? He swears up and down in those few days he was absent from work, he went home for a whole year.
It's... strange, inconsistent, the coming and going, for all we're told it's one way in, and no way home.
The real question is why!
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 06:43 am (UTC)[He hated to say it, because it sounded weak. But if Rapier disappeared, too, he wouldn't know what to do.]
[He scoffed.] You know me -- you think I wouldn't get into trouble again? Especially without memories?
[If that was the city's plan, it was a stupid one. If he was troublesome, it would have been simpler to just kill him outright. If they could change his memories, they might as well have just implanted what they wanted into a clone body and made him their little puppet. They had the technology, surely. That in mind, it seemed extremely unlikely.]
Why they lie seems clear enough -- they need us, don't they? I mean, it won't be long before we're the majority here. We build their roads, their buildings, we run their businesses. How many "natives" weren't just like us before? An' everythin' is kept dark so people like us don't get enough juice t' really make problems.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-24 04:07 pm (UTC)[ Still, it's well worth thinking about, while his head's not so lust fogged and he can stop to consider. ] ...Well, that also implies that the truth is something so sinister it requires concealment.
It's ... Sorry, hold on-
[ Another interruption from the nursing staff, and Zexion shuts off the message for a few more minutes, quietly incensed when he returns.]
Reno? [ Zexion groans wearily. ] They say I'm drying up. We'll see how long that lasts
Voice
Date: 2015-03-25 07:14 pm (UTC)[He cut himself off and waited. And waited. Even though it was just for a few minutes, the silence made him antsy, not knowing what was going on on the other side of it. He was instantly relieved to hear Zexion's voice again.]
So maybe you'll be good to leave tomorrow? [He asked hopefully. Never once had he felt like he was "drying up" between spells, not really. So if that's what the doctors and nurses were saying, then that was a distinct difference -- right? That meant that things were finally going back to normal.]
Voice
Date: 2015-03-25 07:44 pm (UTC)[ He sounds hopeful, a little exhausted. ] If the gossip between nurses is any indication, they're almost full up on beds, so... I suspect they'll want to shoo me out quickly as possible, if it's looking any better.
I... should probably let you sleep, or get back to... getting off, or whatever you've been up to.
Voice
Date: 2015-03-25 11:26 pm (UTC)[It sounded more like Zexion needed to rest. Reno took the hint.]
Yeah. Okay.
But you call me any time if you want, okay?
Voice
Date: 2015-03-26 12:25 am (UTC)