mortalcoil: (pick a hand any hand)
Coil Lenn ([personal profile] mortalcoil) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2016-02-21 04:00 pm

Red Fish assemble!

Who: Crew and visitors of the SS Red Fish
Broadcast: Nah
Action: Aboard the good ship Red Fish
When: End of February--Beginning of March?

[why is it called the Red Fish when the place looks more like a spiky dungeon than anything having to do with aquatic wildlife? no one knows.

it might be an unconventional atmosphere for socializing, but the lovable crew of the Red Fish isn't going to let a little thing like that stop them from bonding, are they?]

interstices: (you can think of revenge)

[personal profile] interstices 2016-03-02 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, she's seen him around. Asuka's hardly a chipper person, but just the sight of him conjures up a bleak raincloud in her mind's eye. She'd thought, on seeing him for the first time, that they were a perverse matching set, their good eyes opposite each other.]

[Now she's narrowing that good eye right at him, his seeming reproach making her irritated. She tries to thread the needle one more time before saying--]

What do you want? I'm fixing it.
interstices: (ceilings upon the eyes)

[personal profile] interstices 2016-03-02 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Care to help, asshole?

[When she'd first met Sam, he'd had a stack of books on sign language. Now she's almost certain who they were for. She doesn't really think this guy is deaf, though she doesn't have anything to substantiate that, but his off-putting, eternal silence and the way he resorts to motions and expressions is telling on his own.]

[She extends the needle and thread, though she doesn't get up from her perch on the floor. He's probably no better at getting the thread through the eye than she is, but to her way of thinking, if he won't solve the problem, he'd better not complain.]
interstices: (not yours)

[personal profile] interstices 2016-03-02 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[When she'd first lost the use of her eye, Asuka had gone through plenty of occupational therapy. Tossing balls up at the ceiling and catching them. Throwing darts at a target from her hospital bed. Maintaining what she had left was paramount to staying a pilot. But she hadn't done close work like this, and she can't help but envy him for his deftness any more than she can't help but realize that he's showing her how. Good for him. Being taught is a lot better than getting a handout.]

[She takes the needle and thread back only to pull the needle right back out. It's not a slam on his kindness. Her mouth's in an intent line as she imitates the way he'd held both items. Luckily, a life mostly spent in the confines of a plugsuit means that the gloves she's wearing really aren't what's been hindering her progress at all. Holding the thread almost at the very end with her left hand, she starts to shove the needle's eye up against it.]

[It takes a couple of tries; she's a little hasty and rough, but eventually, she manages to do it for herself, tying the end of the thread in a double-hard knot before feeding the needle and thread through one of several holes in the bag's material. She doesn't look at him for approval, not even a stolen glance, despite how hungry she almost always is for it.]


You don't seem like the type to sew.
interstices: (you're a star)

[personal profile] interstices 2016-03-03 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He can definitely hear her, so Asuka figures there must be something wrong with his vocal cords. Nobody stays totally silent when they're whole, after all, barring trauma.]

[The sewing process is slow and tedious. Even with two eyes, she was never particularly apt at the task, and besides, she had other things to excel at back then. She feels like she's constantly in danger of yanking the needle too hard and breaking it. Delicate things she has to tread gently with.]


Why would you do your own stitches? [She frowns at him, wrinkling her nose in a way that actually fits her forever-fourteen face.] Don't you have any doctors where you're from?
interstices: (don't search don't love)

[personal profile] interstices 2016-03-07 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
What, think you could do better? [She can tell by his reactions that he's just dying to fix what she's already done. It stings her pride a bit, but she grits her teeth. A job done right is better than a job done poorly, even if she's the one that's not measuring up.]

Here. Take it.

[She extends both needle and thread-- still attached to the punching bag, of course. If he didn't use it himself, he wouldn't care so much, so she'll let him take over. After awhile, she says--]

I'm Asuka.
interstices: (i'm tired i'm tired)

[personal profile] interstices 2016-03-07 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[It occurs to her, belatedly, that unlike with everyone else so far, she hasn't rattled off her surnames when introducing herself, as if his silence is rubbing off on her. Or maybe, disturbingly, she's starting to finally realize that who she used to be doesn't matter.]

Coil? [Asuka's never learned sign language, but she can get the letters, at least, after a second's scrutiny. He's settling into the sewing enough that she lets the quietness kind of hang in the air, just watching him work with a slight amount of envy. His stitches are a vast improvement over hers already, not scraggly at all. They'll hold.]

When did you lose that eye? [Asuka doesn't quite sound conversational when she asks, more demanding than anything. It's as if her own eye being gone, too, has given her carte blanche to inquire.] It was years ago, wasn't it?
interstices: (searching for the truth)

[personal profile] interstices 2016-03-07 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[A tradeoff. She thought so. Her visible eye narrows, body language stiffening, but then she nods.]

It's been fourteen years. [Asuka wonders if he'll find her more inept with the admission, and then she decides she doesn't care. A pause. She doesn't really want to tell him the next part, but with her rages onboard and off, it's probably worth saying, or else he might start wondering how a missing eye can glow through a patch. She touches the eyepatch with the tip of her finger, feeling the pressure of the hex glyphs that seal it off. Still working.] There's an eye still. But it doesn't work.
interstices: (and you're no one's)

[personal profile] interstices 2016-03-07 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine. But you're going to tell me what happened to yours.

[Fair's fair, after all. Asuka figures she should probably get some paper (can he write, though?) or else grab those sign language books to figure out his incoming answer, if any. Show me yours, I'll show you mine, and all that. But she doesn't wait on a response before lifting up her eyepatch, quickly, because she's scared she won't be able to go through with it otherwise.]

[It's a mess beneath the patch. No scars, no signs of trauma. But her sclera's completely black, iris an inhumanly glowing, electric blue ring around a dilated pupil. Asuka blinks several times in succession, the dual images already making her a bit dizzy, but it's still glaringly obvious that that eye isn't focused in the slightest. Her good eye's looking at his face steadily, hand nervously tightening around a handful of the plugsuit material on her thigh, ready to pounce-- or flee.]


Seen enough?
interstices: (i can't exist anymore)

[personal profile] interstices 2016-03-08 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Asuka's breathing, usually a half-remembered occurrence, is heavier than it should be with nerves. He's not disturbed-- of course he's not disturbed; he's a weird guy, that was obvious from the start-- he's intrigued. Which, in its way, is worse. She's been studied off and on ever since her contamination, a living petri dish for the likes of Dr. Akagi, an invaluable resource for understanding the biology of Angels. But he doesn't seem to be in any position of power solid enough to order her to go through any testing. And despite all that, Asuka would still take curiosity over revulsion any day of the week.]

[She allows Coil a few more seconds to keep looking before, face coloring, she snaps the eyepatch back into place. The eye glows through the material for a second before the suppressing glyphs tamp down on the reaction. Then, as if she can't quite stop trying to hide, she even pushes her bangs down a bit over the patch.]


It's not that interesting, idiot. Are you going to tell me about yours, or what?
interstices: (don't call don't call)

[personal profile] interstices 2016-03-08 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
An animal clawed your eye out?

[Asuka has seen pictures of more animals than she's ever encountered, but she can still get a mental image going. It would make the scars on his face make sense, too. Maybe a wild dog or something. Huh. She had been hoping for a less ordinary explanation, much as she still doesn't want to reveal her own. But the gruesome commonality is still appreciated. Eyeless birds of a feather. Unconsciously, she moves her eyepatch a bit, trying to fix its position entirely back to normal, as she peers at him curiously.]

A dog? Or a wolf? [What she wouldn't give to have a piece of paper and a pencil handy. But she could figure out his name before, so--] Spell it out.
interstices: (someone gave away the address)

[personal profile] interstices 2016-03-11 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Once she deduces the second sign (no large amount of luck with the first), Asuka actually laughs, the sound rough, almost like a bark. It doesn't fit her.]

Yeah. Me, too.

[It's enough of an explanation for now. She doesn't want to ruin the moment either. It's a little daunting to have shared as much as she already has with him. Her eye's a blight even to herself, only usually seen by Dr. Akagi and her ilk. Frightening to share, but... for once, she doesn't really regret letting him that far in.]

Did it get your throat, too?
interstices: (or am i criminal)

[personal profile] interstices 2016-03-12 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Your mouth? [No, no, that's not right, so she hazards another guess.] Your tongue? The same thing that got your eye, right?

["Evil" is pretty all-encompassing. Asuka's still initially picturing something wild, maybe even rabid, but as far as her limited understanding of animals goes, they don't seem too likely to go after the tongue of someone still alive.]

Something alien? [She feels a little uncomfortable, asking all the time like this, when he can't respond that easily.] Look, just tell me if I'm asking too much. I know how it is, so. I won't get mad.

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