CHARACTERS: Drift and VARIOUS LOCATION: around the station DATE: Mid February CONTENT: That post-mission funk WARNINGS: EDIT: ah shit the robots are fucking again
[As if the lack of space is the only reason why he's reluctant to step inside Drift again and not because the enclosed space, the pressing darkness and the purr of his engine had been equal parts exhilarating and terrifying.
Blinking slowly, the Darkling takes a drink, head tilting.]
I want to say that such speeds are impossible, but- just look at where we are, nothing seems impossible.
The simulation room offers more room than you might expect. [ Drift wouldn't be breaking the sound barrier in that enclosed space anytime soon, but it wasn't a terrible idea. At least to teach the others how to drive. Another number on his gearshift like the Darkling managed might do something permanent. ]
You're the first person to ask me that. [ Drift was bemused the question even crossed the Darkling's mind. ] No, it's like moving any of your muscles or moving to an old dance step you've memorized.
I'm sure people have called what you're capable of 'impossible' more than once.
[Which simply earns Drift another raised eyebrow and a grin, hidden behind the clear glass as he drains it, letting the warmth of the kvas flow down his esophagus, pooling like expensive fire in the pit of his empty stomach.] I think you've heard me scream enough for one lifetime.
[Hand steady as he pours another drink.]
Not as such, no. I've been called many things, but never impossible for my Small Science.
A dance. Pity I didn't pay more attention, but I was rather busy at the time. Where are you now, in the simulation room perhaps?
[ Drift presses the flat of his palms on his his knees and leans back. ]
Impossible doesn't mean you weren't persecuted for being non-compliant. [ His choice of words was deliberate — the Darkling wasn't 'unnatural' but he was scapegoated. He and the Darkling possibly had a commonality in going against the grain of whoever was in charge. ]
I might be. [ Drift stands and stands over the Darkling a moment longer than was considered polite. ] Will you join me?
How to ride. You. I just want to be absolutely clear on this.
[The kvas poured goes down smooth, liquid fire in his stomach and the Darkling smacks his lips, eyebrow raised.]
Isn't that the story of everyone in this place - someone did us wrong, and now we're willing to sell ourselves to omnipotent orbs that seem to spread like a sickness through the various worlds.
[Another glass, hands less steady as he pours, staring off in to the middle distance. The room seems to fall away and the whole reason why he's hiding in the dark, even if it was in the common area, comes back. Welford and his fate, to live alone forever. Doomed to watch the world burn to ashes around him, and still stay. A witness to the destructive powers of the orbs.
That, or another fool, unthinking when making a wish.
He could have done it better. He would/i> make it better, would twist the power that was offered without losing himself in the process.]
Don't tie me up again.
[As he sets the bottle down, corked and still half-filled, glittering in the low lights.] Lead the way.
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[As if the lack of space is the only reason why he's reluctant to step inside Drift again and not because the enclosed space, the pressing darkness and the purr of his engine had been equal parts exhilarating and terrifying.
Blinking slowly, the Darkling takes a drink, head tilting.]
I want to say that such speeds are impossible, but- just look at where we are, nothing seems impossible.
Does it hurt, changing like that.
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You're the first person to ask me that. [ Drift was bemused the question even crossed the Darkling's mind. ] No, it's like moving any of your muscles or moving to an old dance step you've memorized.
I'm sure people have called what you're capable of 'impossible' more than once.
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[Which simply earns Drift another raised eyebrow and a grin, hidden behind the clear glass as he drains it, letting the warmth of the kvas flow down his esophagus, pooling like expensive fire in the pit of his empty stomach.] I think you've heard me scream enough for one lifetime.
[Hand steady as he pours another drink.]
Not as such, no. I've been called many things, but never impossible for my Small Science.
A dance. Pity I didn't pay more attention, but I was rather busy at the time. Where are you now, in the simulation room perhaps?
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[ Drift presses the flat of his palms on his his knees and leans back. ]
Impossible doesn't mean you weren't persecuted for being non-compliant. [ His choice of words was deliberate — the Darkling wasn't 'unnatural' but he was scapegoated. He and the Darkling possibly had a commonality in going against the grain of whoever was in charge. ]
I might be. [ Drift stands and stands over the Darkling a moment longer than was considered polite. ] Will you join me?
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[The kvas poured goes down smooth, liquid fire in his stomach and the Darkling smacks his lips, eyebrow raised.]
Isn't that the story of everyone in this place - someone did us wrong, and now we're willing to sell ourselves to omnipotent orbs that seem to spread like a sickness through the various worlds.
[Another glass, hands less steady as he pours, staring off in to the middle distance. The room seems to fall away and the whole reason why he's hiding in the dark, even if it was in the common area, comes back. Welford and his fate, to live alone forever. Doomed to watch the world burn to ashes around him, and still stay. A witness to the destructive powers of the orbs.
That, or another fool, unthinking when making a wish.
He could have done it better. He would/i> make it better, would twist the power that was offered without losing himself in the process.]
Don't tie me up again.
[As he sets the bottle down, corked and still half-filled, glittering in the low lights.] Lead the way.