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[ Amuro knew there'd be nothing to fear once the light receded and all he was left with was the 00, now at a drastically reduced performance rate. It's still odd in the aftermath, to look at the form of his own mobile suit on the monitor, now beat to hell. They'd both get a railing once they got back.
He huffs a partial laugh at what Setsuna has to say for himself over the comm line.
Standard feature.
He huffs a partial laugh at what Setsuna has to say for himself over the comm line.
Standard feature.
[ Recognition does pass through eyes, though it's nothing so sharp or immediate that it prompts a full reaction out of him. Just a silent spike of consideration. Hasn't it always been this way though, dealing with harsh words and strong personalities stretched thin over old wounds?
Banagher's not sure how he knows, but he does. He's still focused on the unforgiving red that seeps out from between her clenched fingers. ]
Even if that's true, I can't let you go like this! It's my fault, so...
Banagher's not sure how he knows, but he does. He's still focused on the unforgiving red that seeps out from between her clenched fingers. ]
Even if that's true, I can't let you go like this! It's my fault, so...
So what? What can a useless boy like you do?
[The rage she's kept pent up for months is coming out in full force. The last time she was out was the former queen's birthday party. She can still feel the sting from the woman's slap against her face during the siege in Brussels. But yes, Mariemaia had smiled as she sat in her wheelchair, acting as an object of pity. Of course, there was no way things were going to go well. The Epyon de Talos had attacked and the rest was a blur. The last thing she remembered was being forced to choke down sleeping medication by her so-called "mother." When she woke up, she was back in the manor with the doors to her bedroom locked and the windows barred. It took a full month before she was allowed to see daylight again.
Her bleeding hands don't seem to bother her. Probably the adrenaline kicking in. She just wants to go, to get him out of the way. Without a second thought, she tries to run past him, aiming a kick at his shin.]
[The rage she's kept pent up for months is coming out in full force. The last time she was out was the former queen's birthday party. She can still feel the sting from the woman's slap against her face during the siege in Brussels. But yes, Mariemaia had smiled as she sat in her wheelchair, acting as an object of pity. Of course, there was no way things were going to go well. The Epyon de Talos had attacked and the rest was a blur. The last thing she remembered was being forced to choke down sleeping medication by her so-called "mother." When she woke up, she was back in the manor with the doors to her bedroom locked and the windows barred. It took a full month before she was allowed to see daylight again.
Her bleeding hands don't seem to bother her. Probably the adrenaline kicking in. She just wants to go, to get him out of the way. Without a second thought, she tries to run past him, aiming a kick at his shin.]
Hm.
[Seems kind of weird to take up console space with an airbag, but if that's how he rolls, so be it.
The 00 Raiser doesn't seem too worse for wear, at least not as bad as the Nu is. Though he has to wonder if that's the difference in their machines, or the difference between them. But that's something he can contemplate later. There's something else he wants to say.]
You're the first one I've met. Like me.
[Similar enough. Alike in all the ways that matter, different enough that understanding each other will make them better.]
There aren't any others.
[Not yet, anyway.]
[Seems kind of weird to take up console space with an airbag, but if that's how he rolls, so be it.
The 00 Raiser doesn't seem too worse for wear, at least not as bad as the Nu is. Though he has to wonder if that's the difference in their machines, or the difference between them. But that's something he can contemplate later. There's something else he wants to say.]
You're the first one I've met. Like me.
[Similar enough. Alike in all the ways that matter, different enough that understanding each other will make them better.]
There aren't any others.
[Not yet, anyway.]
[ Pilots have always been in short supply. Having one dash his brains against his console is a risk they couldn't even theoretically take.
Amuro eases the 00 from the Nu with a precision that is nearly gentle. ...So many words, Setsuna. ]
So you're the first Innovator. [ Amuro doesn't really enjoy talking about Newtypes, because they couldn't be broken down into the kind of mechanics that come easily to him. But a sense of empathy for the other pilot compels him. ] Before I knew anything about Newtypes, there was a theory someone once proposed about them. A reason for their existence.
[ The 00 banks to a slow stop, drifting quietly. ]
But it doesn't sound like that's the case, for you. Is it?
Amuro eases the 00 from the Nu with a precision that is nearly gentle. ...So many words, Setsuna. ]
So you're the first Innovator. [ Amuro doesn't really enjoy talking about Newtypes, because they couldn't be broken down into the kind of mechanics that come easily to him. But a sense of empathy for the other pilot compels him. ] Before I knew anything about Newtypes, there was a theory someone once proposed about them. A reason for their existence.
[ The 00 banks to a slow stop, drifting quietly. ]
But it doesn't sound like that's the case, for you. Is it?
[Setsuna was quiet for a moment, the Nu remaining still as it drifted aimlessly. Somewhere in his minds eye, he can still see the 0 Gundam, clear as day, bright and beautiful, turning around the face him. Even if he now knows who was in that machine that day, and what their motives were, its still no less important to him.
Even with both machines largely powered down, he vaguely wonders if Amuro can still sense what's going on.]
He had a plan, Aeolia Schenberg. Celestial Being, the orbital elevators, GN Drives, the solar power generation system. The Gundams. Innovators.
[The head of the Nu turns to face the 00, then the body of the suit turns to face it fully.]
What was the reason?
Even with both machines largely powered down, he vaguely wonders if Amuro can still sense what's going on.]
He had a plan, Aeolia Schenberg. Celestial Being, the orbital elevators, GN Drives, the solar power generation system. The Gundams. Innovators.
[The head of the Nu turns to face the 00, then the body of the suit turns to face it fully.]
What was the reason?
[ To say that Amuro doesn't really understand what Setsuna's talking about with no explanation on his part would be true, but he manages to glean significance from his answer regardless. A meaning that weighs heavily on his heart.
Amuro looks at the 00's cockpit as Setsuna speaks. Juxtaposing one with the other. ]
And you believed in that plan. Enough to change.
[ To lead, to trailblaze. Which was more than he could say for himself at some points. He takes a breath and recalls the words he wouldn't be so quick to admit he'd memorized. ]
"As humanity moves into space, all latent abilities will blossom in order to adapt to that great void."
[ The 00 looks straight up. ]
"And then mankind will be able to understand each other without misconceptions."
That's the original Newtype Theory.
[ Ironic that it was his rival's father who'd proposed such a theory. ]
Amuro looks at the 00's cockpit as Setsuna speaks. Juxtaposing one with the other. ]
And you believed in that plan. Enough to change.
[ To lead, to trailblaze. Which was more than he could say for himself at some points. He takes a breath and recalls the words he wouldn't be so quick to admit he'd memorized. ]
"As humanity moves into space, all latent abilities will blossom in order to adapt to that great void."
[ The 00 looks straight up. ]
"And then mankind will be able to understand each other without misconceptions."
That's the original Newtype Theory.
[ Ironic that it was his rival's father who'd proposed such a theory. ]
Hey--! [ Well, that smarted--on both counts. But Banagher barely has time to linger on the sharp little insult before her toe connects straight with his leg, causing him to yelp in pain and nearly trip in his attempt to turn and stop her. Even if his last goal was to cause a commotion and possibly be discovered (and subsequently dragged back to the ship for a round of questioning on his nonexistent motives) he can't help but try to grab her by the crook of her arm.
If they were lucky, the public would regard the potential row as an argument between kid siblings. ]
Wait! What are you trying to run from?!
If they were lucky, the public would regard the potential row as an argument between kid siblings. ]
Wait! What are you trying to run from?!
[Setsuna mulls over all of that, though its the first part he thinks the most on. He believed in what Celestial Being was doing, wholeheartedly, but was that why he changed, or was there some other reason?
I Couldn't, so you have to do it for me.]
Lockon...
[...]
The theory's not wrong. [But it's... off, a little. At least how he understands it.]
I didn't change because of the plan. [Especially since said plan went completely off the rails towards the end therefucking Ribbons.] I want a future, and humanity won't have one unless it changes, so I started by changing myself. [In to. An Innovator, though he's not sure what that really means for him. Since...]
There is no plan for what comes next. [Well, there's a thing that's supposed to happen, but no actual plan for that.]
I Couldn't, so you have to do it for me.]
Lockon...
[...]
The theory's not wrong. [But it's... off, a little. At least how he understands it.]
I didn't change because of the plan. [Especially since said plan went completely off the rails towards the end there
There is no plan for what comes next. [Well, there's a thing that's supposed to happen, but no actual plan for that.]
You, obviously!
[Struggling to pull her arm from his grasp is futile but you can't blame a girl for trying. No way is she going to be put away in that manor again. Short-sighted as it may seem, she doesn't care where she ends up as long as she's in control of her own fate. If she ends up a starving pauper, at least it was her decision. Maybe a few years of throwing herself into the hard life would make people more inclined to forgive her. She would rise from the ashes like one of the heroines in the stories. A modern Cinderella who shunned her evil stepmother and ran because her fairy godmother was never going to come.]
[Struggling to pull her arm from his grasp is futile but you can't blame a girl for trying. No way is she going to be put away in that manor again. Short-sighted as it may seem, she doesn't care where she ends up as long as she's in control of her own fate. If she ends up a starving pauper, at least it was her decision. Maybe a few years of throwing herself into the hard life would make people more inclined to forgive her. She would rise from the ashes like one of the heroines in the stories. A modern Cinderella who shunned her evil stepmother and ran because her fairy godmother was never going to come.]
Edited (ugh i keep missing typos OTL) 2013-02-11 05:27 (UTC)
[ Another presence. Now he sees. ]
The problem is that theories give nothing for plans to eventually grasp. They're open to interpretation. They can be manipulated by people to fit their idea of the future. Corporations, warmongers, politicians, idealists. [ Surprisingly, it's the last word on that list that earns his ire. ] The concepts their creators had in mind can be twisted so terribly that they no longer resemble their original purposes.
[ That's why "Newtype" eventually became synonymous with "ace pilot". Why sending children to war became "interesting". ]
If you're willing to walk that path towards the future you want, you'll need something stronger than a plan.
[ He asks, even when he knows he doesn't need to: ]
Can you do it?
[ Will you? ]
The problem is that theories give nothing for plans to eventually grasp. They're open to interpretation. They can be manipulated by people to fit their idea of the future. Corporations, warmongers, politicians, idealists. [ Surprisingly, it's the last word on that list that earns his ire. ] The concepts their creators had in mind can be twisted so terribly that they no longer resemble their original purposes.
[ That's why "Newtype" eventually became synonymous with "ace pilot". Why sending children to war became "interesting". ]
If you're willing to walk that path towards the future you want, you'll need something stronger than a plan.
[ He asks, even when he knows he doesn't need to: ]
Can you do it?
[ Will you? ]
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trendsetter
2013-02-11 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
—you can hardly expect me to let you out looking like that. [ It's a travesty is what it is, but—no no, no need to thank her. She's arrived just on time, and in the middle of a fashion emergency too, dear Celestia.
So you may be a little fashionably late for the party. At least you'll be going there in style. Just a few more touches, though? You've popped a seam here, and oh nonononono, that shade of red looks better tied around your neck—yes—oh, too plain? Never mind, magicking it out of the way for the purple gem-encrusted three-tiered silk bow with the lace trimmings.
Why is it three-tiered? Wouldn't you like to know…
She's still tapping her hoof on her chin—er, snout as she regards the final product, gesturing for him to turn around just so she can get the full effect of it. ]
Hmm, well, do you think a mauve vest would look better on that bear suit, or would the lilac one suffice? [ IT'S SO HARD TO CHOOSE… ]
So you may be a little fashionably late for the party. At least you'll be going there in style. Just a few more touches, though? You've popped a seam here, and oh nonononono, that shade of red looks better tied around your neck—yes—oh, too plain? Never mind, magicking it out of the way for the purple gem-encrusted three-tiered silk bow with the lace trimmings.
Why is it three-tiered? Wouldn't you like to know…
She's still tapping her hoof on her chin—er, snout as she regards the final product, gesturing for him to turn around just so she can get the full effect of it. ]
Hmm, well, do you think a mauve vest would look better on that bear suit, or would the lilac one suffice? [ IT'S SO HARD TO CHOOSE… ]
Yes.
[There's no doubt in his mind, and no hesitation in his answer. He can. He will. Because he does have something stronger than a plan.
He has a Gundam.
His faith in his future is certain, its the present that leaves him unsettled.
Being an Innovator still makes him feel grossly uncomfortable in his own skin. He feels what others can't, senses things he can't begin to put into words. He often feels isolated in a way he never had before, and its something he's fundamentally ill-equipped to deal with. In that way, Amuro is the answer to his loneliness.]
For the dialogues that are to come.
[There's no doubt in his mind, and no hesitation in his answer. He can. He will. Because he does have something stronger than a plan.
He has a Gundam.
His faith in his future is certain, its the present that leaves him unsettled.
Being an Innovator still makes him feel grossly uncomfortable in his own skin. He feels what others can't, senses things he can't begin to put into words. He often feels isolated in a way he never had before, and its something he's fundamentally ill-equipped to deal with. In that way, Amuro is the answer to his loneliness.]
For the dialogues that are to come.
[Someone who understands, which is all anyone is really searching for. But Setsuna will find his way. If he can't... if all humanity takes with them to the stars are the wars that were born on earth, then they won't have a future.
The thought makes him turn the Nu to look at the earth, a planet that looks remarkably different without any orbital rings. Downright foreign, really, only a reminder of their shared circumstance.
...]
Red Haro... [The rest of his thoughts are said out loud, but instructions are given to the little robot using his quantum brainwaves, sent over the residual GN particles in the area. Within seconds, several holographic screens start to pop up, one after another. The orbital elevators and solar power generation system in one grouping, basic schematics for the 00 and its direct predecessors in another (though nothing about the other meister's units or the 00 Qan-[T]), basic theory behind the GN drives and GN Tau drives in another cluster, and smattered between them are mission reports, maps, a bio on Aeolia Schenberg, and other miscellaneous pieces of data.]
I'll start repairs on the Nu. You can bring in the 00 when you're done reading.
The thought makes him turn the Nu to look at the earth, a planet that looks remarkably different without any orbital rings. Downright foreign, really, only a reminder of their shared circumstance.
...]
Red Haro... [The rest of his thoughts are said out loud, but instructions are given to the little robot using his quantum brainwaves, sent over the residual GN particles in the area. Within seconds, several holographic screens start to pop up, one after another. The orbital elevators and solar power generation system in one grouping, basic schematics for the 00 and its direct predecessors in another (though nothing about the other meister's units or the 00 Qan-[T]), basic theory behind the GN drives and GN Tau drives in another cluster, and smattered between them are mission reports, maps, a bio on Aeolia Schenberg, and other miscellaneous pieces of data.]
I'll start repairs on the Nu. You can bring in the 00 when you're done reading.
Looking like--h-hey, wait! [ I. HE. OH LOOK A BOW.
You know what, he's just going to turn as she instructs because she's the one with the power to magic things around as she fancies. Which isn't to say Banagher isn't totally, completely, comically at a loss as to why a real live white unicorn is so concerned with his taste in clothing, just that he's willing to do as she says.
...Because a real live white unicorn. ]
Um, I'm not really sure, Miss [ ??? ]--but isn't this overdoing it?
[ Just going to hazard a guess about purple on purple as tugs on the lace trim of the bow that is currently blinding him with its shine. Bows came with tiers? ]
You know what, he's just going to turn as she instructs because she's the one with the power to magic things around as she fancies. Which isn't to say Banagher isn't totally, completely, comically at a loss as to why a real live white unicorn is so concerned with his taste in clothing, just that he's willing to do as she says.
...Because a real live white unicorn. ]
Um, I'm not really sure, Miss [ ??? ]--but isn't this overdoing it?
[ Just going to hazard a guess about purple on purple as tugs on the lace trim of the bow that is currently blinding him with its shine. Bows came with tiers? ]
[ Amuro finds himself silenced by wonder as the full weight of what's happening dawns on him. Even at a glance, the cascade of images that flows along the 00's monitor are so significant--an unfamiliar Earth, system files and platforms from which the suit he resides in was derived from, battle data, condensed histories, the intelligent stare of a man who he instinctively knows is at the heart of it all. The one who dared to have a plan.
It's like the final puzzle piece. Understanding the world that had made Setsuna who he was--and the means he had with which to change it.
There's little in the world that can make his burden any less. Amuro knows better than anyone, tangled and twisted as his own future is. But if in some small way he can prove to him that he doesn't have to continue to go it alone, well. ]
...Setsuna. [ He could still ask if he's sure, but he knows that he wouldn't be looking at any of this if he wasn't. So he settles for the next best answer. ] Thank you.
It's like the final puzzle piece. Understanding the world that had made Setsuna who he was--and the means he had with which to change it.
There's little in the world that can make his burden any less. Amuro knows better than anyone, tangled and twisted as his own future is. But if in some small way he can prove to him that he doesn't have to continue to go it alone, well. ]
...Setsuna. [ He could still ask if he's sure, but he knows that he wouldn't be looking at any of this if he wasn't. So he settles for the next best answer. ] Thank you.
That's not what I meant! [ He's taking no comfort in her struggle against his grip, and his arm slacks. Banagher isn't really finding an intelligent way to say that he sensed her running, escaping, long before she'd crashed headlong into him, either. Definitely nothing logical that might make her more inclined to trust him. ]
I'm... not really supposed to be here either. So at least let me help you with this. [ He turns her arm up to indicate her bloody palms. ] And then you can go, if that's what you want to do.
I'm... not really supposed to be here either. So at least let me help you with this. [ He turns her arm up to indicate her bloody palms. ] And then you can go, if that's what you want to do.
[Stilling in his grip somewhat, she continues glaring at him. There's something about his words that convey sincerity. She's not exactly sure why she believes him but she's certain he isn't lying. The sight of her bloodied palm makes her wince, and she grits her teeth as the pain starts to register.]
You're some sort of criminal, aren't you?
[No, that's not a statement that makes much sense at all but what else can one expect from a mind that was born less than a decade ago?]
You're some sort of criminal, aren't you?
[No, that's not a statement that makes much sense at all but what else can one expect from a mind that was born less than a decade ago?]
hey yourself! or blame robyn BUT IT'S BEEN A WHILE BROSIS
trendsetter
2013-02-11 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wrong thing to say, Banagher my boy, and that causes her to drop all the bales of cloth and sewing implements onto the floor at the very idea! ]
Overdoing it? There's no such thing as overdoing it where fashion is at stake! [ Don't mind her getting up in his personal space and squinting at him from beneath his costume, but all of that is as much for show. She's in good spirits despite his woeful fashion sense, after all. She's going to make it better— ] And you're going to make a handful of fillies very happy as well! I know it's a bit last-minute, but the show must go on and you— [ Serious again. ] Must help me decide—mauve, or lilac? Or maybe something in puce… [ Because clearly it's easy to differentiate between this shade of purple and all those other shades of purple. ]
Overdoing it? There's no such thing as overdoing it where fashion is at stake! [ Don't mind her getting up in his personal space and squinting at him from beneath his costume, but all of that is as much for show. She's in good spirits despite his woeful fashion sense, after all. She's going to make it better— ] And you're going to make a handful of fillies very happy as well! I know it's a bit last-minute, but the show must go on and you— [ Serious again. ] Must help me decide—mauve, or lilac? Or maybe something in puce… [ Because clearly it's easy to differentiate between this shade of purple and all those other shades of purple. ]
[Setsuna doesn't say anything in return, but simply looks at the 00 for a moment. There's a lot that he's entrusting Amuro with, but there are no second thoughts, no threats, or even an acknowledgment of how important this is.
He's placing his faith in you, bro. Deal with it.
So the only sound is just the PWONG™ as the Nu's eyes light up, then the roar of the thrusters as Setsuna heads off. Amuro can read until his heart is content (and there is plenty of water and rations if he decides to stay awhile), and when he gets back, he'll find Setsuna hard at work on the Nu (and probably pissing off the other techs with that way of his).]
He's placing his faith in you, bro. Deal with it.
So the only sound is just the PWONG™ as the Nu's eyes light up, then the roar of the thrusters as Setsuna heads off. Amuro can read until his heart is content (and there is plenty of water and rations if he decides to stay awhile), and when he gets back, he'll find Setsuna hard at work on the Nu (and probably pissing off the other techs with that way of his).]
A criminal? [ Banagher looks at a loss for all of the two seconds it takes to process that question. ] No! Nothing like that, not at all.
[ Stilling, he cranes his neck around to look back the way he'd came. Searching. Though the sky has darkened, the outline of a dark infrastructure still looms in the distance. Lights wink in and out of existence along its frame--orange, red, green. A dock, neither visited nor esteemed enough to be considered a spaceport. Banagher indicates it loosely. ]
There's a ship docked there, one that I wasn't really supposed to leave.
[ Stilling, he cranes his neck around to look back the way he'd came. Searching. Though the sky has darkened, the outline of a dark infrastructure still looms in the distance. Lights wink in and out of existence along its frame--orange, red, green. A dock, neither visited nor esteemed enough to be considered a spaceport. Banagher indicates it loosely. ]
There's a ship docked there, one that I wasn't really supposed to leave.
[ He may or may not have moved to catch some of the falling items. Good samaritan, and all. But that was before she'd gotten up in his grill, which he dutifully shies from. ]
I don't think there are many--ah! [ NEEDLES OH GOD and are those more rhinestones?! ] --Fillies, where I'm going, and besides, I've already got-- [ No, no, will not refer to Audrey as a filly... you know he's just going to meet her halfway here at the risk of being manhandled by a pony. ]
Lilac? Or, well. I liked the red too.
I don't think there are many--ah! [ NEEDLES OH GOD and are those more rhinestones?! ] --Fillies, where I'm going, and besides, I've already got-- [ No, no, will not refer to Audrey as a filly... you know he's just going to meet her halfway here at the risk of being manhandled by a pony. ]
Lilac? Or, well. I liked the red too.
A reason? [ Well, yes. But not a traditional one. ] They didn't confine me, because I wasn't really what you'd consider a prisoner. [ Even if he were to tell her the truth, who's to say she'd believe him? Her shrewdness was alarming for someone so young, but he the fewer people the could involve in this mess, the better. ]
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