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driftfleet2015-09-14 02:45 pm
theboogieman) wrote in driftfleet2015-09-14 02:45 pm
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Who: Zhas and whoever wants in on this grumpy trainwreck.
Broadcast: None probably.
Action: All day every day.
When: Forward dated to the dust moon because SOMEONE (me) can't be patient.
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[gunning for the prestigious "first asshole to get irresponsibly drunk as soon as they land" award, there's this guy. he doesn't normally do this kind of thing, but it's been a spectacularly harrowing six months or so. he landed, took one look at this tiny town, and thought, "Nope. Not going to participate."
he has since been working hard to remove himself from the responsibility of being a functioning human being. is this a good idea? of course not. but he has reasons and he has a gnawing evil in his chest, and he'd love for one of them to just shut up for a while.
so, acquaintances will be surprised to find him out in the late evening, dressed up like a normal person and not covered in face paint. his eyes still have kind of a dim orange glow to them, but genetics can't be helped. anyone, friend or stranger, is welcome to find him either:
a. in the process of getting drunk (at the bar, hunched grumpily over his glass of bourbon)
b. getting into a fight (because the other guy... something... doesn't really matter anyway)
c. wandering the town streets (uncoordinated, content, and oblivious to a bad nosebleed)
on the bright side, the ratings he'll get from this will probably pay for his bar tab.]
Broadcast: None probably.
Action: All day every day.
When: Forward dated to the dust moon because SOMEONE (me) can't be patient.
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[gunning for the prestigious "first asshole to get irresponsibly drunk as soon as they land" award, there's this guy. he doesn't normally do this kind of thing, but it's been a spectacularly harrowing six months or so. he landed, took one look at this tiny town, and thought, "Nope. Not going to participate."
he has since been working hard to remove himself from the responsibility of being a functioning human being. is this a good idea? of course not. but he has reasons and he has a gnawing evil in his chest, and he'd love for one of them to just shut up for a while.
so, acquaintances will be surprised to find him out in the late evening, dressed up like a normal person and not covered in face paint. his eyes still have kind of a dim orange glow to them, but genetics can't be helped. anyone, friend or stranger, is welcome to find him either:
a. in the process of getting drunk (at the bar, hunched grumpily over his glass of bourbon)
b. getting into a fight (because the other guy... something... doesn't really matter anyway)
c. wandering the town streets (uncoordinated, content, and oblivious to a bad nosebleed)
on the bright side, the ratings he'll get from this will probably pay for his bar tab.]
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the "talking" part settles in at about the same time.] Oh, shit.
[...at least he seems sort of surprised. finally.]
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Zhas does seem a bit surprised too now, at least. But then, what's that supposed to mean? The additional words don't really help, and there's probably a moment in which they both stare at each other in mutual surprised confusion before Megaman finally draws back a pace. Still at a loss, to be sure, but--well--]
So. You're not deaf...? [Oh wow that sounds. Really bad out loud uH--] I mean, not that I--I'm sorry! I just, assumed, since you were signing before...?
[But then, why hadn't Zhas said anything about it then? He's not sure. Megaman tilts his head a bit, confusion increasing just enough that he even forgets about Zhas' bleeding woes for a solid second or so.]
Ah, but you could have told me sooner...it would have been alright! I'm not very good at signing things to start...
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[he does have a creepy monotone, and sounds about as warm as a gravel driveway... he looks a little pained by the admitting.]
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[Huh. Well--well that's fair, isn't it? Megaman supposes it is. Zhas certainly sounds like he hasn't used his voice in awhile, so this is probably true. Even if putting so much effort into not talking when you have the capability is a notion that's rather beyond Megaman.
But Zhas also looks mildly pained just admitting that--more evident now than ever, with the facepaint gone--and so Megaman supposes it's something best not pressed anyway. For now. Besides which, there are a couple of other issues going on here that probably need to be addressed pretty quickly too...and so, after taking a moment to digest this, Megaman sighs and draws forward again.]
That's okay, I guess. I think I'll keep talking for now, though, since it's a bit faster...you don't have to talk too much if you don't want to. But--but you are still bleeding! You should get that looked at! Uh-- [He rubs at one of his arms a bit. Time to think fast...] There's a lab on my ship, with some things in it? To, um, clean up stuff like that? It's not too far from here. [And, frowning at Zhas' general person a bit more critically now:] Do you think you'll be alright with walking a bit further...?
DW I WAS NOT DONE
[he maybe only heard two-thirds of those words, but he got the gist of it--someone's worrying over him. it's just a little blood and he's numb to how much his face should be hurting, so he still doesn't think there's any problems here.
he doesn't seem to mind the communicating, either. it's... really, this whole experience feels more like a dream than actual, consequence-filled reality. he sniffles a little, rubs away under his nose with the edge of his hand. it does not actually help at all.]
It'll stop soon. I'll just... [well, okay, he starts wiping off his face with his sleeve, which is at least slightly more effective if not kind of gross.]
You're the... robot guy, from the ship. [astute, Zhas.] What're you doing out here...
SO RUDE DW
[It's far from the first time he's ever heard that, goodness only knows. He still remembers Lan taking up rollerblading for the first time, too lazy to put on the pads, scraping up his knees and trying to pretend as if he wasn't on the verge of tears about it. "It's fine, it doesn't hurt, don't tell mom!" But somebody has to...
This isn't Lan and mom is nowhere to be found, of course--but old habits die hard. Megaman frowns even more, especially when--] Ah, wait, don't-- [HALF-RAISING A HAND BUT no, Zhas is already wiping his nose on his sleeve anyway. Moderately gross to say the least...and he draws back again with a sigh.] --Man, you can't just wipe that kind of thing off on your clothes! You'll have a lot to wash...
[Aren't you concerned about your laundry future at all Zhas!! Well, though it's not like Megaman actually has anything else to offer for wiping either. He blinks a bit, as Zhas makes his astute observation--and that can't help but finally draw a bit of a smile out of him.]
...But yeah, that's me! Megaman. The robot guy... [Hm, still getting used to that. Being known as a robot.] I've been looking to see if anybody has spare parts around here...our ship still needs some patching. But it's getting late anyway...and you really should do something for your nose. [HE'S NOT GIVING THIS UP, ZHAS] Would you like to walk back together?
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...together. walk. those are good words. his confusion clears up almost as quickly as it'd clouded in, and he suddenly nods. changes his mind.]
Okay. But I don't want to stay, okay.
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Oh, yes, that's fine! I wouldn't make you stay if you didn't want to. Fixing up your nose shouldn't take long, I think...here, it's over this way! [He shifts, then, starting down the street again. But...ah...and he checks himself before he's moved too far, glancing back over at Zhas.] Um, can you walk alright? We can take it slow, I guess...
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[sure, his first step forward is more of a wobble, but he evens out after that. he can still do this! he's fine. he likes the movement of the earth pulling past his feet and thinks it's very funny (in a way that doesn't reach his face) that he gets to go on a little walk with the robot boy.]
So... What do you do...
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The question has him tilting his head over in Zhas' direction as they set off down the street, though, visibly confused.]
What do I do? I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you mean...what I do here? Or something else...?
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he doesn't seem to mind the little guy sticking so close, though, he brings both his hands up to sign a little as he speaks.]
You were made ['created'] by someone, right. ['purpose'] What for. ['?']
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Eventually finding out will probably be awkward. But! Still. He's here for you bro. He's got you.
And oh, but that does clarify things...]
Ah, yes, that's true! I was programmed by Dr. Hikari. [Not that the name really means anything here, of course, but still...he watches thoughtfully as Zhas signs alongside his words. 'Purpose', hm...] And, well! Normally I'm a program called a NetNavi--we were created to help people navigate the Net, since it's really complicated these days! So, I have those functions too...but I was a project, as well. Dr. Hikari wanted to try something different with code, and things...
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And it brought you here...
[doesn't make much sense to him... he scratches his head a little, before suddenly circling back to something else.] Wait... What different things. Personality...?
[because he may be drunk, but computer navigation programs don't have personalities where he's from. (maybe they do, but he wouldn't know if they did, and he has no imagination.)]
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Oh, he was probably asking for that second question, though. 'Personality', well...not....that particular bit hadn't been an intentional result, if they want to get kind of technical--
But that would be getting too complicated and too personal, and there's a better answer anyway.]
Personality, ah, not quite! A lot of NetNavis have a personality, actually, since we've gotten so far with AI. But I was made to synchronize better with my Operator, if that makes sense? So we could understand each other better, and work together more efficiently... [Megaman gestures a bit, vaguely--it's a familiar explanation, though. He's had to use this one many times. And it's true, for the most part! ...Maybe not the entire story, but...close enough......]
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[he at least listens to the explanation, even if it's hard to follow. as previously established--he's not big into tech. mechanics, yes. programs? no sir. he punched through a computer screen, once. that's about it.
anyway. he puts his eyes back on the road in front of them, trying extra hard to walk in a straight line. maybe it'll help him keep track of what they're talking about.] Don't have a lotta stuff like that where 'm from.
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Honestly, though, considering the state Zhas seems to be in right now and previous experience in the fleet combined, Megaman wasn't really expecting too much in the way of total comprehension anyway. He hums, sympathetic, at Zhas' admission.]
Ah, yeah...it's okay. A lot of people here don't, I've found out. Some people here even come from worlds without an Internet at all! So it's kind of tricky to explain some things anyway... [Sometimes it's still a bit hard to wrap his head around, finding so many people hailing from the past like that. More like something out of a history book than somebody's actual, real, current home...oftentimes he's still not quite sure where to start, with those sorts of people.
They're approaching a corner near the edge of the town now, though, an expanse of dry field opening up to the side, and Megaman pauses in his steps when they reach it, scanning the horizon for...ah, there.] Oh, there it is! My ship, it's over this way...we're pretty close now! [He starts in that direction, meaning to slip off the street and towards the Golden--but he does pause to make sure Zhas is still following first.]
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ah, but here we go. he's following. really. he's totally paying attention.]
Which ship is yours again...
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Which ship? [Zhas' question sinks in as they draw pretty near the side of the ship in question, and Megaman perks up.] Oh--we're the Golden! Right over there, see... [He vaguely gestures up to the gold crown emblazoned somewhere on the hull, just barely visible in the fading sunlight.] Not that we actually have anything fancy like crowns, haha...but that's what it's called! Though, there's still a lot of things that need fixing up right now, ever since that last attack...
[Drifting up to the cargo hold entrance, Megaman taps at the control panel on the side
or however this works waves hands vaguely, stepping into the brighter lights as the door folds itself open--but he's glancing over to Zhas as he speaks, now.] How about your ship, is it doing alright?