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Dezel | SS Golden | broadcast AND action!!!!! IM A REBEL!!!

[sylphystia]

[action;]

[There's a poof of confetti and a celebratory pudding, but there's no new crew member. Unless... you can see him, that is. He staggers but catches himself, and then smoothly tucks the brim of his hat over his eyes.

This is the furthest he's been from Rose or Sorey in a Very Long Time. He can feel the malevolence growing unchecked, a constant nagging nausea, which he acknowledges and then ignores. It's... time to find out who can see him.

If people miss him on the bridge, they can catch him stalking people down the hallway to see if they notice, or hanging out against the wall with his arms crossed. Barring that, he's curious enough to explore the rest of the ship, even crewmate's rooms. The jacket you left on the floor? Possibly being thrown over to your bed. That little ostrich bobblehead you got off some planet months back? Definitely floating off your shelf.]

[video;]

[The camera shows a big ... empty... hallway. And the angle is wrong. In fact, the whole fucking thing is upside down.

But someone is talking! Remember Snoop Dogg narrating Plizzanet Earth? It's like that, but deadpan. And not funny. Okay so it's not like that at all.]

Is this piece of junk working?

[An impatient, frustrated sigh.]

Pointless. All this "information" they put into our heads isn't worth beans.

[ooc: Please remember to fill out Dezel's permissions for face to face interaction! He will always be audible over the network but invisible on camera. Thank you!]

SPOILERS AHOY - voice

[monolike]

[He'd been kind of excited; finally, he was on the same ship as Mikleo. He didn't have to worry about the malevolence poisoning him because his domain should be large enough to encompass the ship and keep Mikleo relatively safe from it. He wouldn't have take the shuttle over there fourteen times a week. And, if he was seeing things right, they had just lost their engineer anyway so Sorey was the only one available to fix things up. Which...was kind of intimidating, okay, but still they needed someone and Sorey would do his best.

So he reclines onto Mikleo's bed and starts poking around in his communicator, listening to the new voices, looking for anything interesting.

He sits up with a start. ...that voice, it can't-]

Mikleo, [Sorey says urgently, pulling his feet in and clutching the communicator in his hands as he tries not to tremble.] ...Dezel?

[nerdeology]

[Sorey's call was unnecessary; on the other side of the mattress, Mikleo just about drops his book at the sound of that voice.]

That's not...

[It's not possible, he thinks, but they both know Dezel's voice. He'd shared a space within Sorey with the wind spirit, Sorey's connected with him countless times using the armatus, how could they not know it? But they'd also seen why such a thing was impossible.

He leans in, staring intently at the communicator, although he doesn't expect Dezel to show up any better than he himself would. But the voice...]

[sylphystia]

[Dezel also wasn't expecting to hear their voices. He's, uh, kind of expecting to be in seraph heaven or whatever the fuck kind of afterlife awaits him. Maybe a reincarnation back into a human? He didn't think too hard about it while it was happening, he was just so happy to finally do something good in his life.

But here we go, that's definitely two people he knows very well. His fingers tighten around the communicator enough that he presses a few buttons by accident.]

You-- you two had better not be dead. [He tries to keep his voice even and only halfway succeeds. It's already turning into a growl by the time he finishes...] After all of that, I'd better not hear that you, of all people, just gave up!

[monolike]

[It's that there, that snarling righteous anger masking his obvious worry that really hits right where it hurts most. He'd thought he would never hear that again. The days had passed and Zaveid had done what he could to fill that jagged hole inside Sorey's soul where Dezel had rested, maybe out of a sense of pity but he couldn't have replaced the person.

Despite the depth of his heart Sorey isn't easily moved to tears, but he finds himself bowing forward and pressing the communicator to his forehead as his eyes sting. There's too much- How can this- Where could he-]

We didn't, [Sorey manages. He's vaguely aware of Mikleo at his side and he leans imperceptibly closer to him, offering strength just as much as he asks for it.

Dezel remembers. This isn't a reincarnation scenario, if those even happen between seraph lifetimes. It's him. Sorey's shoulders tremble.]

Dezel I swear we didn't, Rose told us and we moved forward. You have my word. [That had been the hardest, the most cruel. Moving forward when Rose had shed tears fkr Dezel's sake, when the other seraphim fell silent at the lack of a familiar voice with theirs, a presence missing at their sides. For weeks, all Sorey had wanted to do was lay down and sleep and search for his missing seraph in the space between dreams.]

[nerdeology]

[Mikleo reaches out almost unconsciously and winds an arm around Sorey's shoulders, supporting him, as if the gesture could shield him from this pain. It's a bittersweet feeling- hearing the voice of one they'd seen disappear, supposedly forever. Hearing the words that assumed they had shared his fate- meaning that fate hadn't been miraculously avoided.

They'd all handled the aftermath of Dezel's end differently, but Sorey and Rose had felt it most. As relieved as he is to hear the wind seraph alive and well again - somehow, inexplicably - he can't help feeling cautious and protective. What if this is some sort of trick...? What if this is an empty illusion from their captors, like Symonne toying with them, and all they'll get out of it is a repeat of this pain? He doesn't want Sorey to hurt like that again. He's worrying about enough already.

...but...]

What Sorey says is true... we followed your wishes. There's no way we could give up after what you did.

[Trick or not- he's not about to throw away the chance to speak. Not when- maybe-]

[sylphystia]

[His expression eases slightly as he hears Sorey's rough tone. It gives away the promise even before Sorey voices it. Mikleo's voice chiming in helps, too.

Dezel's grip relaxes just enough that he's no longer threatening to break the damn communicator in half. He remembers how to breathe again and the wind continues telling him that he is not dead, that he is in fact very much alive, and that everyone else on this ship is too. So he was freaking out over nothing.]

... Thank you. [A pause, and the camera angle changes so that it shows... the same room, just slightly lower. He's sitting down in the middle of the hall like a jackass. But whatever, no one's around at this very moment so he-- he needs a moment. It's not like he says 'thank you' a lot either.]

-- Rose...

[He can't feel her anywhere.]

[monolike]

She's not here. [While the bond between he and Rose isn't as obvious as the bond he had with Alisha just for lack of strain, Sorey can still tell. She has that same distant-but-well feeling that he has for Lailah, Edna and Zaveid.

But that's not enough to answer it, and through the movement Sorey can tell Dezel is holding the comm. The camera isn't picking him up and Sorey wants- needs to see him. Confirm this isn't a trick, that he's alive and okay.

Sorey glances at Mikleo and sets a hand on his shoulder as he pushes himself to the edge of the bed and grabs his boots.]

Do you know the name of the ship you're on? We'll come to you, bring you up to speed. [See him. Match what he hears and feels in his heart with what he sees.]

[sylphystia]

[He can't help a soft 'ugh'. Not like he was expecting anything different. He's happy she's... safe... but it would be better if he could see it himself. Ask her and make sure that no one's given her grief.]

The Golden.

[They look nothing like boats. It's kind of offensive.]

You don't need to come over. I can handle myself.

action

[pneumo]

[ Sascha doesn't exactly have his own room per say considering the over-crowded state of affairs on the ships, but that definitely doesn't stop him from going into other people's rooms regardless of being invited, rifling through things with only minimal interest when he sees the room mostly unoccupied, for the most part.

The one thing he always does before entering though is disable the lighting; that makes it much easier for him to see considering his eyes are permanently dilated, reflecting a goldish light as he sighs and hunkers down on someone else's bed for a moment. ]

This is gonna be tough...

[ He's mostly muttering to himself. Thinking aloud, if you will. Sascha hasn't been stuck in close quarters with humans since he first woke up. It's...well. Weird. ]

[sylphystia]

[The Golden is actually in a good place with two free crew slots remaining, but that doesn't mean Sascha claimed the right room. Dezel has spent some time in this here because he's needed time to sort out his thoughts in a quiet place, and it looked rather abandoned... but now there's some sniffing weirdo in here.

The fact he turned out the lights doesn't bother Dezel at all. Sascha will feel like he's being watched, and there might be the near-imperceptible feeling of a draft moving across his face. It carries with it the faint scent of something, but there's no one in here with him.

Or is there?]

[pneumo]

[ It's a new and very odd sensation if he had to put it into words. The pass of wind over his skin especially since he's fairly certain there isn't anything like air conditioning on right now. Sascha lifts a hand to touch his face as he scans the room one more time, but finding nothing he slouches a little before just dropping onto his back. And then lets his arms sprawl out a little too. ]

It's probably the space air. [ That totally explains the weird drafts and the feel of being watched. Space air. ]

[sylphystia]

Space air. Sure, kid.

[Or... whatever the hell Sascha is. He can't... actually tell? He looks human, but there's no malevolence he can detect-- or if there is, it's buried very deeply. And yet being around him still makes Dezel want to throw up.

Maybe it's just how this place is.]

No resonance, just like everyone else. I wonder what the point is. [He examines the object he came here with, the communicator in his pocket. Not that he can see it, but it's nice to run his fingers over it. He wonders if he can do something with it. At the very least, he can inform this 'human' that someone else is there.

He concentrates for a moment, taking his mana out of it so it's visible to people without resonance, and then makes a show of dropping it on the floor.

THUNK.

There is definitely the smell of leather, stronger now, as Dezel is nearer.]

1/2

[pneumo]

[ And understandably? It startles him, causing the vampire to jump as the clattering noise reaches his ears. Sascha sits up quite abruptly and winds up looking around until he spies the device and does a double-take. ]

Oh... It's just the phone. [ Technically not since it does a lot more than just phone things, but that's what he's calling it as he leans over to reach out and gather the thing up.

Did his communicator somehow fall out of his pocket, he wonders? He's sure he would have felt it if it did... ]

[pneumo]

[ Except when he goes to stick it back in his jacket pocket, his own communicator is of course already there. ]

Huh...?

[sylphystia]

[He can't help a soft, wry chuckle.] Looks like we got a real genius aboard.

[It's kind of cheating, but he doesn't really care. He just... reaches out... and grabs the communicator right out of his hand. To him, it might seem like a gust just tore through the room and stole it.]

[pneumo]

[ A gust of wind in a place with no wind, of course. That makes total sense :'> ]

--????? Hey! [ Actually, what he assumes is that the communicator secretly have some sort of weird hover function, and he's standing to try and go after it as it yanks itself out of his hand. ] Phone!

[sylphystia]

[Nope, that's Dezel's 'phone' or whatever the heck the kids are calling it these days. And it sure is just. Floating through the air. Like it ain't no thang. He is not only invisible but he's quick as the wind, so poor Sascha will have some trouble catching him.

Something keeps dangling it just out of his reach. How frustrating.]

video;

[firstrebel]

[ Hera is keeping busy on the bridge today, but she's keeping an eye on the communicators as well - with all these new people on the Marsiva lately, she knows to expect some new crew members.

At the sound of the voice and the obvious location on her ship, she speaks up. ]

And which knowledge were you given?

video;

[sylphystia]

[That definitely looks like a hellion. He hesitates. Hera can't see him but he sure is staring into the camera trying to decide what to do.

After a moment, he bites.]

Basic knowledge. I'm in space, this is a communicator, over there is a compartment that leads to another room on the ship, there is a captain and various officers.

-- Can you see me?

video;

[firstrebel]

No.

[ That's a weird question to ask - she assumes he's simply off to the side somewhere. ]

I'm wondering what augment you were given. It helps to know. I'm Hera, and I'm the pilot here.

video;

[sylphystia]

[This is so weird. She can hear him, but not see him? Well. It's better than nothing.]

Tactical. My name's Dezel.

[He probably ought to be up front about this...]

If you didn't notice me when I came aboard, you probably can't see me at all.

video;

[firstrebel]

...Oh, well, that's. Awkward. I mean, we're pretty crowded right now, so don't be surprised if you get bumped into a lot.

[ She takes it all in stride, though. ]

Is it just that you're... very small, or are you actually invisible?

video;

[sylphystia]

[She doesn't appear to be a hellion, so Dezel is slightly more at ease. Slightly.]

I'll watch myself.

[Her question earns a snort.]

Only people with resonance can see me. If they're not sensitive, I'm invisible.

video;

[firstrebel]

I've never heard of that, so yeah, chances are, I'm not "sensitive".

[ She handles this with equanimity. She's not Force-sensitive, either, and it's never bothered her. ]

Anything else I should know about you?