001. video

[cephalon]

Who: Ordis and YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: On the Marsiva
When: Now

[It isn't peaceful when the man in the broadcast finally stirs awake. One moment he's merely laying there, awkwardly nude and as still as death, the next he's a flailing mass of limbs that succeeds at knocking himself to the floor. There's a grunt as he meets the floor, and what ensues is a rather odd struggle as he tries unsuccessfully to untangle himself. The best he can manage is a disorganized heap, arms caught beneath his torso and cheek pressed uncomfortably into the floor as he very adamantly voices his displeasure.]

Ordis demands to know what is going on immediately!

[There's certainly anger in his tone, but beneath it there's notes of increasingly uncontrolled alarm, which only seem to increase exponentially with each word. Strangely though, it doesn't seem as though he's quite used to the act of even speaking though, as he struggles to unpin his arms, his hands fly to his face and fingers probing about his features with almost frenetic energy. It can't be pleasant, because there's an exlimation of surprise and pain that has him jerking back and staring wide eyed and horrified down at his arms.]

What is this?!?

Comments

[cephalon]

Nonsense. Ordis believes the Operator is quite perfect.

[That's certainly a fact, but there's a heat to his face as a swell of embarrassment bubbles up within his stomach. He certainly didn't ask to be thrust into a form with legs! Balance is difficult.]

The glasses were not Ordis' idea. None of this was Ordis' idea. However, not being able to properly see surroundings is far more of an issue than the glasses themselves.

[tennohno]

Perfection is only an ideal.

[Is the cephalon blushing? He raises a brow further at that before moving in order to be in front of him and offer steadying hands to start working with him. This wasn't the greatest situation but he'll make the best of it.

They've been through far worse before.]

Seeing properly is always recommended but they look good on you. So relax. We've got some work to do.

[cephalon]

Well, then the Operator is ideal.

[Of course he is, he's the Operator and that's that. But that doesn't matter at the moment, because it's much more important that he figure out how to get his feet under him properly so he can stop inconveniencing the tenno so much.]

Ordis thanks the Operator for the compliment and...he will work hard on learning how to pilot this new form so as to make sure to be as efficient as before.

[tennohno]

If you say so. [Better to give the cephalon his victory than to go around in circles.]

You're welcome. Take it nice and slow though because there's no warrant to rush yet, understand? [He makes sure he has a decent hold on the other before slowly trying to coax him along to work on his walking.] Baby steps. You'll be back to full capability soon enough.

[cephalon]

Ordis is-

[This is so strange, it's like having to learn to fly all over again after being scavenged. It's not easy in the slightest though, and he does have to lean heavily on the tenno for support lest he fall once more.]

...thank you Operator.

[tennohno]

You're welcome.

[He doesn't mind being used as a support since it meant that the cephalon could learn his footing better. Taking a small pause, he lowers a hand to touch Ordis' stomach.]

Tighten up in here. It'll help with your balance and do good in the long run, ok?

[cephalon]

[It's one thing to say to tighten up, another to actually expect him to do so. While the touch is strange, prompts an instinctual momentary tightening, he does try to take the advice to heart, he ends up a little stiffer and proper tthn perhaps is needed.)

[tennohno]

Ordis relax. Only your core needs be controlled like that.

[The tenno moves his hand up to gently coax the cephalon's shoulders to relax while not ruin the rest of his effort. He approvingly nods and resumes the slow walking around the room, making certain to have a steadying hold on him.]

Doing good so far.

[cephalon]

This is not as simple as one would think.

[But there are no barbs to his words, and relax he does, even if there's a slight tremor to his step. Much more difficult than flying.]

[tennohno]

Everyone, at least human and so on, have to learn it at some point. You don't have to be perfect today.

[The tremor garners some worry from him but he doesn't voice anything about them. Merely his attention is keeping the other upright and catch him if he ever stumbles.]

[cephalon]

The quicker Ordis learns, though, the quicker he will be able to continue assisting the Operator. ...even if it is somewhat more difficult in this small form.

[tennohno]

That might be true but still we have time. No need to over exert yourself hoping for quick results.

[There's a short lived flash of a smirk.] I guess I get to be bigger than you for once.

[cephalon]

Hm. The Operator is wise. Though Ordis would like to think that the quicker he is able to be functional again, the better.

[And now that's just uncalled for.]

Do you enjoy being the larger one, Operator? Is this something you've thought about?

[tennohno]

I'm merely offering suggestions. Not making the decision for you. It'd be good if it doesn't wind up turning into a favor that you didn't want however.

[Definitely raising a brow at that.]

It's a joke. Nothing more.

[cephalon]

Ordis could never mistrust the Operator's help! Ordis is merely concerned that he himself may take time to adjust.

[Wait, why the brow raise? What's going on?]

The Operator has an interesting sense of humor.

[tennohno]

It's completely fine if you need time though. Big change after all.

[So much confusion.]

I'm not allowed to joke? I was merely referring to the difference in my height and body structure compare to yours. Since you're well not a ship right now.

[cephalon]

Very large.

[Extremely, if he could say so.]

It is a very different form. I do not believe that the Operator would fit inside this form as easily as the liset.

[tennohno]

Yea I don't think I'll fit wait what? [He quickly fumbles with his words because what? Heat floods his cheeks and he shifts because the context was no longer person to ship but person to person and that well...] I ugh Ordis that's not the same thing.

[cephalon]

Well of course it isn't. It wouldn't be different if it was.

[Logically speaking.]

[tennohno]

You realize if someone else heard that, they would assume rather risqué things happen between us.

[cephalon]

Well leave them to their imaginations then, it isn't true.

[tennohno]

Fair enough. You're not wrong.

[And with that he's focused back onto watching Ordis' footwork and willing away the color from his cheeks. He was concerned about what that would do to either of their images and besides partners like them did nothing of the sort. It was ludicrous.]

[cephalon]

Exactly, Ordis is never wrong.

[Well, beyond Jordas....but he never wants to think of that again if he can ever help that. Instead he focuses on balancing, leaning a bit more heavily on the tenno.]

[tennohno]

Sure.

[Don't focus on the bad right now. Jordas and the infestation that tried to destroy him. Ordis being almost covinced by Simaris to leave him. Yea. That was certainly an always thing, being right. Still he knows where his attention should be especially after his recent blunder.]

[cephalon]

Thank you for your vote of confidence, Operator.

[Is he teasing just a bit? Just a bit. But it helps to draw the attention away from darker things, and helps to ground him again while he tries, and fails, to keep his balance. A misstep has him leaning heavily on the tenno, trying to correct himself.]