01. Oh not this again.

[bullhorned]

Who: Gendry
Broadcast: Nope
Action: SS Golden, Planetside
When: Today and June/July

The Golden

He hadn't been on the Marsiva all that long, but he had been on the vast ship long enough to come to the conclusion he didn't care for it at all. The food was strange and it all reminded him a little too much of the Station, which he'd never really liked all that much in the first place. More than that, he'd noticed how different things were around here. It reminded him of blood granite, though he didn't really mind that part all that much. All that business with Shards had always been an enormous headache equal only to the amount of times he banged his forehead in the tunnels of Troichean Beinn. Still, he hadn't been prepared for being in space. He hadn't figured out how to deal with that, so he'd made the decision not to.

When he arrived on the Golden to fanfare and annoying bits of confetti, the first thing he did was scowl. The second thing he did was find a direction to glare at and then scowl a little bit more. It was not that Gendry was extremely upset, it was just that brooding was something of an art form for him and he was at his best when boiling in sullen silence. All thanks to a bit of a chip in his head, he now knew exactly what he ought to be doing. So after mumbling his greetings to anyone who just so happened to be about to welcome him, he found himself in the engineering room. There were a few tense moments where he tried to grasp exactly what it is he was looking at, why he seemed to know so much about it, and if that was the sort of thing it was worth getting worried about. In the end, he decided that as long as he had valid reasons for hitting, then he might as well get on with it. There was a valve that he could instinctively see needed a great deal of banging, so he did.

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

By the time the first native had got around to giving him a reassuring hug, Gendry had concluded that he now knew of three worlds he held a deep contempt for, which coincidentally happened to be all of the ones he'd experienced so far. But it was better than the ship, so he simply took extra care to watch that no one got close enough for any unexpected proximity. After spending a few hours wandering about the market area of one of the primary settlements, Gendry had found exactly where he ought to be. He'd found a smithy and after talking up his own experience (he'd apprenticed with dwarves after all!), he'd found himself gainfully employed and under the incredibly misguided idea that he had simply found a new planet to live on, this was how the rest of his life was going to be, and that he'd better just decide to be happy with it because that's simply how it was.

Rather than engineering as he was supposed to be, Gendry spent quite a lot of time making whatever was required of him, though it generally tended to be of the more mundane tool-like variety. When he wasn't working, he was finding places to buy his meals, trekking back to his private treehouse in an attempt to avoid risky hugs, and not actually paying all that much attention to the forests because he'd only just been in a world chock full of magical forests and this one didn't really seem all that exceptional to him.

(ooc: Gendry will just be here and there, trying to start his life entirely over because this is just the sort of thing that tends to happen to him. Find him at a smith, or out shopping, or trying to shoo little native children from trying to hug his leg because why)

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[bullhorned]

Gendry considered that and gave a good solid look at the people all around them. There had been one thing that had been lingering in his mind. "That's good about the Void. But, you know, they used to always make a lot of fuss about how it was all ending. Not just that world, but all of 'em. But here we are, off in spaceships. You reckon that all of that stuff was all a bunch of bunk?"

He'd always held the opinion it was probably bunk anyway, but all the talk of doom and finality didn't seem to add up to a whole lot when the two of them could land themselves here instead.

[brainiest]

"Well. Maybe? I don't think it was all a lie, because we saw worlds ending - there were visions, and the monarchs were getting angrier and angrier, especially after Ridire died. We went back in time and - hopefully we can find another way. It would be amazing to find a road that meant we could just keep going, that nothing had to die, but I don't know how easy that would be. We'd already lost fire magic, at least until Kaio was born, and then the wind magic was getting damaged too... It felt like it was never going to end."

Hermione breathes out, closing her eyes - because she still has nightmares about the world ending, and her own powerlessness.

"As long as we're alive and fighting we'll try and find another route. That's just how it has to be."

[bullhorned]

Gendry scratched his head, trying to work out what it even meant to lose particular types of magic. These were the sorts of problems he'd never had to deal with himself. For this he felt relieved, though he was careful not to let it on too much. Hermione was invested in a way he wasn't. Frankly he would've been pleased as could be if the remaining monarchs had died off as well.

"Seven hells, but a lot sure happened out there, didn't it?"

[brainiest]

"Just a little, yes. There was some full warfare, too, and attacks from magical creatures and other things - but you probably don't want to hear about all of that. It's a little bit dramatic and it's all in the past... Or in the future, depending how you look at things. Either way, the Drabwurld is going to be getting better, not worse."

And that's what she wants to focus on. The hope for the future, not the pain of the past.

"Maybe you'll get to see it again one day, somehow, if you wanted to."

[bullhorned]

"Mayhaps," he answered. Gendry would not admit it, but it had become home. More so than any other place he'd ever been to.

"If we do, I'll look for you."

They would have something in common there, at least. They could talk about how strange space had been.

[brainiest]

"Oh."

There's a softness that settles over her and, for a moment, Hermione blinks before she shakes her head, her smile widening over her face. It's a simple thing, just a nudge that they might see each other again in another world, but it means something to her. It's a connection being forged, and it warms her, making her feel a touch more comfortable.

"I'd like that - and I'd look for you, too."

[bullhorned]

There was a bond being forged here and he was well aware of it. This was precisely the reason why he chose not to draw attention to it at all. He managed a halfhearted semblance of a smile.

"Shouldn't be hard," he mused airily. "Troichean Beinn, if they'll let you in."

[brainiest]

"I can try and find a way to get them to talk to me." Hermione shrugs a shoulder, fighting her grin again. "I had a friend that worked with them a handful of times too - his name was Leo. Maybe he could give me a tour."

Not that she's on good terms with the dwarves, or is she intending to be, given their giant, mechanical monsters of doom, but it's the least she could do for a new friend.

[bullhorned]

He recalled Leo, at least. That had been another smith, though one not so deeply entrenched in dwarven affairs as he had been. It was a likely enough lead.

"Sounds like you've got it worked out. In the meantime, you'll find me here. After the fleet moves on..." He shrugged. "We'll see what we see."