driftfleet | mk.01 (video, action)

Who: Kaworu Nagisa, and maybe you!
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: The Marsiva
When: The evening of 1/26.

[This could be strange, but it looks like the pale youth currently on camera is a leisurely waker. He shifts several times, then pulls himself into a sitting position, slowly... His eyes are closed, and he's running a hand through his hair. Finally, something strikes him. With the lightest crease between his brows, the boy starts breathing (was he not breathing before?) and opens his eyes. The irises are red and clear.]

Again, huh? [he murmurs, but his hands drag down until he's touching first his own waist, his hips, then back up to his shoulders, his arms... The action might be more provocative than he means for it to be, thanks to the space age skintight bodysuit he's wearing. He touches his neck. He frowns.]

I see. Not 'again', but still... [But Kaworu's a fan of being vague, so he'll leave it at that. Instead, he shifts in his seat so that his legs dangle over the side of the cot, and leans forward to reach for the communicator. Now, with a closer look at his face, it's clear that he's confused to the point that it causes him pain — he looks like he's got a pretty bad headache. Regardless, whether he's broadcasting to captors or captives, he wants to put on a gentler face. He exhales, and his expression smooths out considerably, though his eyes still hint at stress.]

Lilin, yes, but non-Lilin among you. This is beyond any experience I would have anticipated. It's as though there are more keys on the piano, but they play in notes I've never heard before. It could take some practice to make a song out of that. But practice is just time and effort, right? [And now he can smile. It's something soft and easy, an expression of reassurance for anyone who can see it.] It would be nice if we could practice together.

[The smile thins into something more grave. He's certain he died, and Shinji was physically fine and accounted for when that happened. Kaworu had no reason to doubt that Shinji would find guidance. Now, though, of course he's wondering about this new place and its captives: if they can harvest a dead child, would they take a living child in close proximity? With Shinji here, it could mean danger beyond what Kaworu is prepared for. But to be without Shinji here is also to be without purpose. Either way, he's got to find out.]

Excuse me, [he says,] but I've lost a friend. I imagine several of you have done the same, in being brought to this place. But, have any of you recovered them? That's what I'd like to know most of all about this situation. [The smile has come back, and it's probably for the best, since it looks so natural on his face. Once Kaworu starts smiling, it's almost hard to believe he'd ever stopped in the first place.] Thanks, [he says sincerely.]

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[Through the corridors of the Marsiva comes a young man — a boy, with a face easily taken for youthful — and he smells very strongly of blood. His plugsuit, though still clinging to him, has been cleaned, but the scent of blood still rises thick from his hair, his skin. Anyway, he looks curious, so he must be someone new. But it's not the mysterious halls that make him wonder so much as the creatures who inhabit them.

He's walking around with both hands level with his chest, and his fingers stick out at odd angles, some raised, some lowered — it brings to mind the image of someone doing mental math, and really struggling with a problem. When he sees you, it becomes clear that you're a part of the equation. If you're a human, he ticks off one of the fingers of his right hand, like he's counting. If you're not human, he does the same with his left. He seems enthralled.]

Threaded | Flat

[His wanderings will bring him across Chloe eventually, she's found a window with a ledge in front of it and is perched on it, one leg folded on it and the other dangling towards the floor, her heading resting on the glass as she looks out at the space station and the ships.]

[There's a half-finished cigarette between her lips, and she doesn't seem to notice anyone approaching.]

[All that stuff about piano keys goes right over the top of Souji's head, but ... that question. That's something he can definitely answer.]

Yes. I've found two people here from where I was originally taken, actually.

May I ask what Lilin means?

I've never heard the term 'Lilin' before, but there's a first time for everything. So that's what you call humans.

[ After a moment, he grins in some kind of vague humour, and raises a hand to tap gently just below his eye. ] Nice colour you've got there. You can correct me if I happen to be wrong, but you're not human, are you?

[She smells him before she sees him. LCL's impossible to miss, as distinct as cigarette smoke when she's practically bathed in it for half her life. At first she almost thinks it's Shinji again, but she knows better as soon as he comes into view.]

[No. No way.]

[Nagisa. But Nagisa's dead. And yet here he is counting off his fingers like an elementary-schooler during a times-table test. Not even a wound on him. Not even his own blood marring his plugsuit. Seeing Shinji, or the deadened ghost of him, hadn't been a shock. Nagisa is. The Angel, like every other Angel, wasn't indestructible. He shouldn't be here.]

[Asuka stands in utter silence for a second more, eye flickering over his form, not daring, for once, to reach out and touch. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides. He looks so banal and harmless that her aggression looks more out of place than normal, especially because she's not sure what to do. What do you say to the dead?]

You're here.

[Her stomach feels like an iced-over tundra, strange and alien. Haunted. She pushes gloved fingers all the harder against her palm.]

What are you here for?

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