driftfleet | ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ/ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Who: Dezel and whoever
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Yes, if you're on the Golden or the polluted moon!
When: April 2nd, various

[video; the golden]
[The feed shows what appears to be the Golden's main hallway, though there's no one in it. And yet there is audio. Someone is clearly talking.]

This is for everyone on the Golden and whoever might think about coming here. The second room on the left is off-limits. If I catch someone sleeping in here, I'm kicking you out. I don't care if you can see me or not. I can't see any of you, but I don't use your things or sleep in your beds.

[He scoffs and cuts the feed.]

[action; we like the moon]
[Dezel was given a mask, but he's not using it. It's hanging off his belt-- and it's decorated like a dog-- but don't you dare point that out. He's standing at the edge of the woods, arms out, little metal pendulums swinging from his fingers as he calls on his native element.

There's a wicked breeze afoot, tugging branches off trees and picking up dead leaves; anyone who can't sense seraphim will simply see a dust-devil whirling in place. But the important thing is that he's trying. And around here, the air actually seems breathable.

Before it's swept away into the unrelenting smog, that is.]

Ugh. This isn't working. [Damn it, trees. Do your job!]

[ooc: Dezel's sensing permissions are here. Over the network he can be heard but not seen, and in person, you have to have some kind of sensitivity to hear or see him. Shipmates who've been on the Golden for at least a month should be able to hear him either way, however.]

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If they break down, we're going to have more problems than just air flow.

[A pause.]

What force?

Oh, I know. That's one of the big ones, though.

The Force is the energy that flows through everything and binds it all together. Everything alive makes it, but even things that aren't alive can be influenced by it. Is that like your resonance?

[It sounds like some weird mixture of magic and malevolence.]

Hmm. Being able to sense something like that would be like having resonance.

But true resonance is rare. There's only two humans who could see me back on my world. [The hellion in the church didn't count.

He shifts, and there's the sound of cloth and leather.] I've watched countless more live their lives obliviously, never knowing, never believing the stories their saviors passed down for eons.

Humanity as a whole will never understand the truth of the world around them. That's just how it is.

Edited 2016-04-05 04:52 (UTC)

It's pretty rare for people to have the Force, yeah. And there are a lot of people who don't even believe in it, think it's a religion or a myth. But they're wrong - I've seen it myself, and we got people here who are really skilled with it. So maybe they can see you?

[ r u d e ]

Come on, that's like saying "all Mon Calamari hate pirates". Just because most of a race acts one way doesn't mean everybody does. You even said yourself there were some humans who could see you. You gotta give people a chance.

Maybe. There's an element of belief in being able to see seraphim.

[What is a Mon Calamari? We just don't know.]

Give people a chance. [scoffs] Like I haven't traveled the world for as long as you've been alive. Not everyone can see me, and I've accepted that.

Two humans isn't a lot, but it's more than enough for me. They're a couple of troublemakers. It's exhausting.

Why wouldn't they want to believe in you if you're right here talking to them? Be kind of silly not to.

[Finn snorts, amused. So that's how it is.] Only two people, and they're both troublemakers? Sounds rough.

Well, he probably can't see you either, but a troublemaker friend of mine's on your ship. I'll make sure he keeps out of your room.

They can't hear me, either... except over this thing.

[At least Finn is sympathetic.] They're the kind of numbskulls who try to save the world, and they just might. That's the kind of trouble they make.

What's his name?

All right, that could be pretty weird. Do you carry it around with you like a loudspeaker?

[That's the best kind of trouble, and he grins a little.]

Poe. Poe Dameron. He's a pilot. Uh, and I might come visit over there sometimes to hang out with him.

Only when I need to say something. [Which isn't often.]

Hmm. I guess we'll find out if you can see me then.

But as long as you can get heard when you need to be, that's good.

Well. I probably don't have resonance, but I'll try.

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