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The Emissary ♈ Aradia Megido ([personal profile] emissaries) wrote in [community profile] thebastion2014-11-11 12:55 am

Day 248 ♈ Closed

Who: the Emissary, the Disciple, the Helmsman
Open: Closed
When: Day 248
Where: Skyway
What: So three aliens walk into a bar, only instead it's a crashed spaceship on a ruined planet, and there's no booze. Actually, wait, this joke sucks.
Format: starting with log, but will match.
Warnings: well, Psii's gonna be a bit messed up.


[0. Skippable wakeup scene]

In retrospect, she wasn't really sure what she'd expected a Scratch to feel like. Amazingly, the written record is kind of sparse on what it's like to be retroactively wiped out of existence. She'd known it was coming, of course. She had plenty of time to prepare herself. It was time to wipe the slate of the universe clean and start over.

The last thing Aradia had expected was to survive.

The Battlefield hadn't been so lucky. It had been torn to shreds, and now great chunks of the little planet's checkered surface floated in midair all around her, cracked and littered with debris. A few spots were surprisingly intact, though, including the one where she'd woken up. Her breath caught, and she whirled to check on her companions. "Tav-"

Oh. Oh, no. No, no, no.

Tavros and Sollux hadn't moved from where she'd last seen them. They stood together, tall and still, gazing up at the shattered sky with blind, ashen eyes.

The Emissary was no stranger to death. She'd grown up steeped in it, with spirits for her playmates. She'd seen wars, and the aftermath of wars. She'd lost friends. But... "Not like this," she whispered. "Not like this." There was a gap between them, where a moment ago she'd been standing. Their flaking hands still grasped the empty space where hers had been. Her boys had been incinerated where they stood, and she'd escaped without a scratch. Why? Why only me?

... After a long moment, she finished getting to her feet. What now? She had to... to go somewhere, do something, but what? She'd thought she would be dead for this, she hadn't exactly made any plans. But she couldn't stay here. They were dead. And if the dead hadn't lingered, then the living had no excuse.

"Well," she said, forcing herself to smile. "Looks like I missed the train again, huh? Sorry about that. I'll have to catch up with you later. Don't cause too much trouble on the other side, all right?"

She leaned forward, took their hands one last time - and jerked away as their fingers fell apart beneath her own. Followed by their arms, and their torsos. "Oh, shit." Tavros's head fell backwards from his collapsing shoulders, and without thinking she moved to catch it, but when it landed in her hands it disintegrated into a cloud of black dust that made her cough and set her eyes watering.

Eeeeyup, those two were well and truly not coming back.


[I. Hours in the future, but not many (Disciple)]

She wandered the fragments for probably hours - maybe less, it was hard to say. The black-and-white chessboard of the Battlefield gave way to greener pastures, quite literally, but she hadn't passed out of sight of it by the time she spotted the light in the distance. At first she took it for a reflection, but on the second look it was too steady, and not at all as far away as it had seemed.

Without any better options, she made her way toward that for a while, until something else caught her eye. Something bright red, pointy, and large, with a column of smoke rising from it. She squinted at it. Some kind of spaceship? It couldn't be carapacian, theirs only came in gold and purple.

Well, that was a much better lead than a light. Curiosity and something like hope took hold of her, and she bounded down the crumbling pathway toward the ship, unaware that anyone else might be around to see it...
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (And we will hang hang hang)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2014-11-14 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Someday she'll apologize for how she's falling apart, kept together only by guilt and determination. Her mind can't decide if it's needless or not far enough, if she should be sobbing like him or trying to cheer him up. Somewhere in the middle, she hides behind her hair, only lifting when the go ahead is called out.

It's a bit more of a struggle to reach the next one, buried deep within the wires, and she pulls back enough to assess the situation. Her eyes flit to the screen, read, shift back. Her lips pull back in a smile lacking all joy.

"Shut up Psii." She whispers, hating herself for it. Her hand lands on the knob finally, pulling it out in a quicker harder jerk. They're easier now that she knows what she's doing. If doing something three times can fit that bill.
polariity: (He's been dead since March)

[personal profile] polariity 2014-11-14 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
That would be for the second set of arm tendrils, dragging out another wail from the Helmsman in his bonds as his body shakes from it all. There's one bit of good news, however. With a sickening fleshy sound, the last spinal tendril detaches and sluggishly ascends back against the ceiling to rest and inevitably die. The Helmsman's voice lowers into mere whimpers.

There's a bright side, although Aradia wouldn't understand the technological babble on the screen that tells her this. The only thing that's really left to unattach from the Helmsman would be the deceivingly delicate looking tendrils which wind out from his goggles up into the mass above him. The lower connectors have been detaching much more subtly with the other connections.

Of course, normally, there'd be a lowerblooded helper or drone to keep him held upright for this whole procedure- the initial arm tendrils are halfway off his arm, now, and he'll be going limp on that side soon enough.

But, well... They'll get to that when it happens, however unhelpful the Helmsman is.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I will call you by name)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2014-11-15 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
From her veil of hair, she hears the whimpers fade into the disturbing noise of slithering wires and what has to be the beat of her own bloodpusher, loud with the effort of pulling and her own adrenaline. It seems to take a minute to get things ready again so she waits, not sure she wants to look him in the eye again.

"Oh--right." Her gaze skirts his face, up to the arms held above his head. They're coming into view again, queasily, slowly. They'll fall and he might fall with them. She shakes her head at the instinctive thought, can she hold him up and pull? Of course she can. She could have done it with him before, let alone with him skinny and frail.

"I'm--I'm okay if Psii is okay."

She doesn't say that the sooner the better. The quicker they're done, the quicker she can get out of this suffocating room.
polariity: ("I think I died last night.")

More suicidal thoughts, more Captors being unhelpful

[personal profile] polariity 2014-11-16 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Y0u kn0w wh4t w0uld 63 n1c3? 1f th12 b3c4m3 4 dy1ng dr34m. H4v3n't h4d 0n3 0f th023 1n 4 wh1l3

Casual (if bleak) words in contrast to the harsh sob that wracks the Helmsman's body as the wires release up to his elbow, yellow blood sluggishly dripping down into the salt water, onto the bottom connections, onto Disciple. As he shudders in his station, the Helmsman sends more words onto the screen.

1 c4n k33p g01ng. Th12 dr34m 12 0n 4 t1m3 crunch, 12n't 1t? L3t'2 233 h02 f4r 1 c4n g3t b3f0r3 1 g3t dr4gg3d k1ck1ng 4nd 2cr34m1ng b4ck 1nt0 r34l1ty.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (Forged for the peace)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2014-11-16 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
She can't help but read his words, between looks at Aradia to gauge their progress and glances up at the biowires slithering away. She feels the blood drip onto her fingers and slowly down her arms as she stands on tiptoe to feel around, to grab and hold on to the.

"You can tell me all about them when we're back in safety and I'll tell you about mine and we'll be even. For all you know, you're both my dream. I still haven't rule it out on the long list of reasons why I'm here."

She pulls hard, dropping down to place her arms loosely around him. He's going to drop soon, better her arms be there.
polariity: (Well after last night it's official...)

[personal profile] polariity 2014-11-16 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
0nly 0n3 m3nt4l br34kd0wn 4t 4 t1m3 D11. 4nd 1 th1nk w3 b0th kn0w 1

And as the knob is yanked into place, the text stops although the instructions for Aradia remain on autopilot. The Helmsman takes in a sudden deep breath, shifting a little like he's just woken up.

Oh. Okay. This really is one hell of a hallucination. It's not often he dreams of being disconnected from the ship like this. It's just plain not efficient. Makes it run on the lowest possible power settings before auxiliary can take up all the slack, and clumsily at that if anyone ever asked his opinion. (They never have.) But now it really does feel like he's being taken down for maintenance and...

Hell, maybe he is, and his thinkpan is just constructing an elaborate rescue fantasy. Maybe there really is some blueblood engineer patiently disconnecting him who he'd rather see as maroon, and maybe the arms wrapped around him aren't one of his long and faded beloved's but...

Thinking of the alternative makes him shake even harder in Disciple's grasp before the biowiring finally releases one arm and it flops uselessly down around her shoulders. He used to actually have some muscle to him, once upon a time, but you'd never guess it looking at the thin and shaking limb laying against the oliveblood now.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (But hold me fast; Hold me fast)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2014-11-16 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
She can't look at his arm. It's thin, frail, not like his at all. He feels emaciated, like no one cared for him, did he ever eat. Did that empress feed him. Did he need to be fed all wrapped up in this or was his need to eat pushed away by the same thing that kept him alive so many sweeps. His other arm is going to fall soon and she should get that knob before it does. She doesn't want to deal with his body falling while she's setting him free.

It's a balancing act now. An arm looped around his waist and the other hand above her head. It's a blind search, given she's unwilling to let him go, to let him fall, and it's a solid minute before her hand falls on the knob.

"There!" She yanks, sharply and it slides into place.
Edited 2014-11-16 16:50 (UTC)
polariity: (NO MORE ii Everything tastes like Lysol)

[personal profile] polariity 2014-11-16 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
He knows it's going to hurt. It's going to hurt and he's going to have to be here for that hurt, not hidden away, closed off in the system and only half aware of his own body. Hallucination, not hallucination, it doesn't matter which.

Despite this knowledge, the scream that tears out of his throat is even worse than the first one he made- shrill and strangled, broken only be desperate sobs and incoherent wails for words he can't manage anymore. There's blood on the back of his tongue, a sensation that's familiar to him now, and his free hand gives a manic spasm against Disciple's body. The biowiring connected to his goggles, to his face, is twitching and writhing and the movement is mimicked in smaller ways beneath his skin. He keeps screaming, stopping only when saliva, blood, and his own tears become too much.

The long thin wires connected to the goggles snap wetly, lashing back up into the ceiling right around the same time the biowires with his other arm finally release it. He collapses, not even any attempt to try to keep himself up from drowning in the water, boneless despite being made of nearly nothing but bones. He can't stop crying.

Congratulations, Team Nine Lives. You now have one (1) crying Helmsman on your hands. What now?

Because without its Helmsman, the ship goes dark.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I have no name)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2014-11-16 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Her tenuous control on her emotions hasn't quite snapped. It's still there, keeping her in the present, forcing her to hear his scream, thick with pain she can't help him with. Limp in her arms, he feels like he'd be dead if not for the shaking and the sobbing. He's too thin, she thinks. Thinner than he had been as a slave. Her lips press to his forehead, eyes closed and she lets him sob in the darkness. It's only really when Aradia touches him that she raises her head.

"We should get out. If you have a illumination stick or something, now would be a good time." Pitch black and all. As it is, she's struggling to get a good hold on Psii, to lift him up and away without hurting him more. This is probably a futile thought.
polariity: (morose II I'm sitting in class and)

[personal profile] polariity 2014-11-17 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
The shoulder beneath Aradia's fingertips just gives a sharp spasm. The Helmsman's sobbing doesn't seem to lessen any, either. Still, it's a nice thought. Always pleasant when his hallucinations decide to be nice to him for once.

He seems content, so far, to be dead weight in Disciple's arms.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (You know that there’s no place for us)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2014-11-17 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
That...was an odd trick but one she could appreciate in the darkness. Better for dealing with this than a normal illumination stick. She made a mental note of it, not that it would fit on her oddly shaped horns. Things tended to slip off them the moment she dipped her head. In the quiet, she waits for something to happen, for Aradia to help her lift or something, for Psii to come sparking back to life. Nothing, it's silent, with only the bright white light to be seen.

"I can--Let's--fine. We should take turns on the way back ways." She knew how long the way back was and any oddly possessive feeling she might have right now weren't helping either of them. She gently shifted him upwards, trying to angle him onto Aradia's back. It felt odd to treat him like nothing at all and she starts speaking to him.

"Psii, just hang in there. And--don't worry about the sun outside. It's bright but it doesn't burn. It won't hurt us. Though who knows what time of day or night it is. The night doesn't come out here."
polariity: (scuffle II Well yeah in hindsight)

[personal profile] polariity 2014-11-17 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Get a good grip on him, ladies. There's not as much blood as there could be thanks to the secretions the biowiring gave as he was disconnected, but there's still enough that he might be a little slippery.

As he's moved, the sobbing lets up just enough for him to... make some sort of garbled noise that's not really talking. He's forgotten how to use his mouth, there's never been any need to since no one gave a fuck what he said anyway. It was a waste of time. Figures, why can't this be one of the more relaxed hallucinations? Staying so realistic takes the fun out of what's surely a temporary break from his punishment.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (And hold me fast)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2014-11-17 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
She watches them intently, following a pace behind them. Once out of the water, out of the suffocating room, she feels better. Not much better but it's less immediate, the feeling of wanting to claw at the walls.

Her eyes are trained on Psiionic and she almost hits her head on a fallen beam. She ducks quickly and thinks about the response.

"I haven't made many friends. I don't actually know." Which feels terrible. A time ago, she would have known the best places to eat, hospitals, places to buy supplies. It feels off to have lived in a place and know so little about it.
polariity: (I'm writing my will in case I die this)

[personal profile] polariity 2014-11-17 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Thmblvntr." What that means is anyone's guess, but it's the Helmsman's contribution to this discussion, mumbled against Aradia's shoulder. His fingers give the occasional sudden violent twitch or spasm, but there's no real pattern or cause to it. Just having fingers again is... sort of a new experience.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (Hold me fast; Cause)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2014-11-17 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
His words worry her a little more and if they stop on the way there she'll definitely be offering him some water. She wonders if he spoke. He never spoke to them in there. Had he forgotten how? It was impossible to say right now and she had slightly more important things to worry about. Like the way out of here.

"I certainly hope it does. I guess we could make it be a way out if need be but that might be drastic." She looks at Psii and tries a smile.

"Yeah, rest your voice Psii. I'm sure the screams didn't help."
polariity: (fuck life II Considering adding a large)

[personal profile] polariity 2014-11-17 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
A low and short-lived whine is what comes out as he's adjusted, and then there's a giggle that's not really there. No, no the screams didn't help. He wants a refund, this hallucination sucks. 3/10, would do again with no other alternative.

But he can confirm something. There's a low hum, sort of affirmation. That other path can get them out well enough. There's no sort supply of other paths out of the ship, considering its condition, but that's definitely one of the better ones.

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