driftfleet | [text] your blue walls get in the way of these facts

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[text] your blue walls get in the way of these facts

Who: Asuka Shikinami Langley
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Handholding planet, if you want it.
When: 7/27

[It's not like her to post much, and it's not like her to post with text at all, unless it's as a response to someone else. But if there's one thing Asuka's confident in, it's that people tend to own up to a hell of a lot more on the network than they ever do in person, especially when they're typing it up. Something about the distance. Even Katsuragi always sounded far more imposing over email than in person, except for the last couple years.]

[Plus, she's curious. All those pilgrimages that it seemed as if the whole Fleet had made had to have earned some useful tidbits. Asuka's poor at cloaking her motivations in the best of times, so she barely bothers.]

If we stay here much longer, I'm learning to swim.

What did you get from the tree? Even if it's something crappy like the promo stuff we get sometimes, I still want to know.

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its not so bad are you on the ship right now or somewhere else

I've been staying on the planet.

You'd go with me?

me too away from the ocean yes

[Coil, too, huh. Zhas had been weird about the water as well. Asuka purses her lips and nods unseen.]

Yeah, okay.

[She almost wants to thank him just for offering, but that seems like too much. Too uncomfortable. She'll figure out a way to return the favor.]

If I get something stupid, don't laugh at me.

[you know... not even he is above a little bit of self-deprecating humor, on special occasions. he only hesitates a little bit before answering--]

i got a harp

Seriously?

You play?

[When had he learned something as highbrow as that, and why was he so intent on looking like a hobo, if upper-crust trappings were in his background? Weird.]

Let me hear you.

[first dressing up for a fancy dance, and now this. would the wonders never cease?]

maybe after i see what you get

Yeah. All right.

When are you going to be around?

theres a library north of the biggest dock ive been there all day

Okay. I'll see you in about twenty minutes.

[he sees no reason to bother responding, so he doesn't. he just heads outside to wait, since the locals here seem to have no problem with rubbing shoulders with him and invading his personal space even in the solace of a library.

so, whenever she shows up, she'll probably find him sitting off to the side about halfway up the grand set of wooden steps leading up to the library.]

[She's there in about fifteen, as it turns out, but spots him more than easily enough. He doesn't blend in. She climbs up the stairs even though there's probably not a need, palm up and extended in a wave.]

Hey.

[No library books. Would they offer temporary library cards to the Fleet? It sounds pretty silly.] You didn't find anything?

[her question confuses him for a second, brows drawing together as she reaches him, before he gestures curiously over his shoulder toward the library. he doesn't wait for her to confirm or deny, however. he just nods and pulls a small notebook out of his sweatshirt pocket.

who needs a stack of heavy books when you can just take notes?]

Oh.

[Notes. Of course. Asuka's not sure what he's been researching, only that he's done it on the ship, too. Coil reminds her of a shadow skulking around, really, with even his signs tending towards being taciturn. It would be irritating if she didn't skulk around, too.]

Ready?

[Holding hands could be unpleasant. Giving Shinji insight into how her mind works, and getting insight into his, had been heavy. Intense. Like syncing with Eva, the weird oneness, the meshing together. And if she and Coil do this... well, Shinji knew already what a mess Asuka is. Coil's just got an idea.]

[But if she doesn't do it, she'll wonder later what the tree would've given her. For that, it better be worth it.]

I went up to it once. I don't think it's far.

[it's a little hilarious how Asuka is the best of both worlds when it comes to communicating with Coil. she's standoffish enough that he doesn't feel the need to fill the gaps with chit-chat and other idle human habits, and she also has no qualms about talking right over his silence and carrying the bulk of conversation herself. he doesn't have to do much more than nod and push himself up to follow along. it's nice--especially with how crowding this world has been.

he does ask one question though. raising an eyebrow when she says that she's already been to the tree, he signs, 'Alone?']

Yeah, alone. Why do you think I hadn't gotten anything?

[Sure, there'd been plenty of people there who would have taken her hand. She'd even extended it a few times, with the hungry expression of a toddler demanding candy, always backing out before anyone could touch her fingers. It's too much. It's just too much.]

[As they head down the library stairs, Asuka manages a less-rhetorical question, curious, though she can hazard a hesitant guess.

Who did you go with? For your harp.

[rhetorical or not, he shrugs at the first question--which is the short version of his various guesses. he could just as easily see her purposefully going to the tree without an escort, as he could see her rejecting someone's offer, or even having her own offer snubbed by someone else.

he wouldn't be all that surprised if she hadn't intended to go alone the first time. if he didn't know her, if he was some other innocent bystander in the Fleet, he absolutely would have refused to take her hand. as it is, he still unconsciously tucks his hands safely into his pockets as they descend.

and to answer her second question, he only forms the sign for "Z." he figures it's pretty obvious beyond that. he doesn't shadow many other people whose names start with that letter, after all.]

I thought so.

[She wonders if Zhas told him she'd thought at first he was his boyfriend from back home. Probably. Not that it matters. Zhas isn't half as much of an asshole as she'd first assumed, and Coil might be the only one on her ship she's ever... ever really talked to. Nobody else on the Red Fish has been privy to what's under her eyepatch.]

[It already feels like a familiar walk, anyway, though she'd only followed a group of tourists just once to the tree. Asuka doesn't have pockets on her dress, so her arms are swinging slightly as she walks-- looser body language than she usually has in public, but over the time spent on this planet, she's found it's a pretty good way to avoid any handholding with strangers.]

You read music?

[after all of the time cooped up and healing in the dungeon of his own medical bay, Coil has been enjoying the open space even more than usual. the frustration and fatigue of it all still has the space around his eyes looking dull and dark like bruises, but he doesn't carry himself with the same strain he had been for the past few weeks. getting out and spending extended time away from the ship--regardless of the handsy, irksome locals here--has been doing him some good.

the fact that he's also walking a familiar path helps as well. the tree and the trail toward it isn't scary to him anymore. he'd followed in Zhas' shadow up to and braved that mystery once all ready. he can pretend to know what he's doing here, mimicking Asuka's relaxed posture as they go. his shoulders aren't quite as hunched and vulturine as they usually are.

and he has to think for a moment, before nodding. reading music is one of those skills he'd gathered years ago and pointedly never puts to use.

'learned when I was small,' he signs.]

[Asuka nods. Even Coil looks less tense here, less like some weird shadow hovering over everything. It's kind of refreshing, and kind of startling, to see what some sun and atmosphere could do. She's sensed it in herself, but denied it at every turn. They probably still look like a couple of eyepatched creeps even to the generous, touchy-feely passerby.]

I can read music, but I can't play. [Hastily, she realizes that might sound like some kind of weird attempt at getting him to offer to teach her, and she adds--] I'd rather hear it anyway.

[But that's not the crux of what she's trying to ask. Finally, she comes out with it.]

Was that what you were expecting to get, or not?

[following up with the little disclaimer about the music was probably a good call, judging by the half-wary glance he slides her before she explains. he has no problem with volunteering lessons on various things when the mood strikes him, but music is not one of them. so, he is quietly grateful that she heads off that possibility before it gets awkward.

and dodging that bullet makes the next one a little easier to take.

her questions make a little more sense, now. he gets it. he'd wondered the same things before, so he understands wanting to know. and it's her and not some other lame person, so... he'll actually deign to answer.

his shoulders hunch back up into a more familiar shrug, and he shakes his head.]

Oh.

[Her expression stays mostly flat, but she's disappointed. Not that she'd been hoping to make the tree give her what she wanted (she doesn't know what she wants), but it would have been nice to know that it gave things that were anticipated. Help her get prepared. She doesn't care much for surprises, even from sentient plants.]

Zhas said something about a song.

[he has her on his seeing side, so it's easier to glance her way to check her expression. one mention of his partner has him shooting her such a glance--not because she brings up the song, but because she has apparently actually talked to Zhas. it maybe shouldn't be such a surprise, being that they're all on the same ship, but considering their respective personalities, (and the inexplicably defensive prickle of nerves that crawl up the back of his neck,) it is. and the fact that he has to sign everything is the only thing that keeps him from blurting out a question about that.

it's a close call. but, he ultimately sticks to the actual topic at hand, and nods.

'At the tree. You hear an old song.' and he taps the side of his head to clarify that it's not something you exactly hear out loud.]

It's not bad, is it? [Whatever. She can traipse through hearing an old song in her head as easily as anything, but he'd said to be careful. Coil seems taken aback, kind of, and she's not sure whether to press it or not as they keep walking, her face dropping back into its usual frown. For awhile, she's quiet, the only sound her shoes scuffing against the ground, but then she can't stand it anymore, blurting--]

What?

[he sighs, but it's not the kind meant to make a point. just a bigger intake and release of breath as he has no choice but to think more about that song more than he particularly wants to. and it's a bigger thought, with more signs strung together, than he prefers to use.

'The people who sang mine died years ago.']

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