Mattias "the thoroughbred of sin" Larnaca (
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driftfleet2015-02-17 08:10 pm
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can you spot the drama queen
Who: Mattias Larnaca
Broadcast: video; fleet-wide
Action: marsiva so NO ONE
When: 2/17
I don't understand. [The screen is black, the voice is ragged, raw. Wet with sobs that gasp and hiccup out of him. The comm scrapes against the floor of the ship and a glimpse of space can be seen ] I-it's dark. She-[He chokes, splutters, coughs.]-She's gone. Is this... [A deep, bedraggled breath. The screen brightens, adjusting to the color of fluorescent lights and a young man's weary face, wet with tears. Despite his appearance, he's smiling. The kind of smile seen at births, marriages, a baby's first step. He's overcome with emotion, excited and battling it, fighting disbelief in order to confirm that this, any of this is real.]
This is a communication system. I don't-[He swipes a hand across his face, wiping his eyes clear.]-I don't know how I know that but... [muttering:]... it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Whoever's out there-[He chokes again, this time laughing.]-Goddess. I really am. Above the clouds. In her domain. I never-[He swallows, trying to contain his excitement again.]-I never thought this would happen. I could never even imagine it. Not like this. Not-Goddess.
[Falling back to one hand he sighs, pulling a hand through his tired hair, loose waves spilling between his fingertips. After a few minutes, he seems to remember that he's broadcasting. Eyes glimmering with elation, he leans forward, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face.]
Please. Anyone. Tell me. [He turns the comm quickly and presses it against the glass. The screen fills with the void of space, stars glittering in their myriad.] Has night finally come?
Broadcast: video; fleet-wide
Action: marsiva so NO ONE
When: 2/17
I don't understand. [The screen is black, the voice is ragged, raw. Wet with sobs that gasp and hiccup out of him. The comm scrapes against the floor of the ship and a glimpse of space can be seen ] I-it's dark. She-[He chokes, splutters, coughs.]-She's gone. Is this... [A deep, bedraggled breath. The screen brightens, adjusting to the color of fluorescent lights and a young man's weary face, wet with tears. Despite his appearance, he's smiling. The kind of smile seen at births, marriages, a baby's first step. He's overcome with emotion, excited and battling it, fighting disbelief in order to confirm that this, any of this is real.]
This is a communication system. I don't-[He swipes a hand across his face, wiping his eyes clear.]-I don't know how I know that but... [muttering:]... it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. Whoever's out there-[He chokes again, this time laughing.]-Goddess. I really am. Above the clouds. In her domain. I never-[He swallows, trying to contain his excitement again.]-I never thought this would happen. I could never even imagine it. Not like this. Not-Goddess.
[Falling back to one hand he sighs, pulling a hand through his tired hair, loose waves spilling between his fingertips. After a few minutes, he seems to remember that he's broadcasting. Eyes glimmering with elation, he leans forward, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face.]
Please. Anyone. Tell me. [He turns the comm quickly and presses it against the glass. The screen fills with the void of space, stars glittering in their myriad.] Has night finally come?
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[Twelve hours? No. That's shorter than even an average day. Mattias turns to him, fully this time.] No one's seen the night before, do you understand? It's a thing of myth and this... this is what I-[No.]-what she brought back! It can't have been twelve hours ago. It can't repeat. It hasn't happened before.
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[He scoffs, sneering.] Sure, yeah. Maybe when the earth was made! What's next? Forests? Oceans? Snow?
[He laughs in disbelief.] You must think me an idiot.
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Yep, you're right. I am definitely thinking you're an idiot. Or... incredibly high.
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Wrong! Space is in the sky and we're in space. Your feet aren't on ground, they're on a ship. Also, that's not even what I meant.
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"A ship". [He tests the word, glancing around, looking for an indication as to what he means. Nothing. He clears his throat.] And-uh. What exactly is that?
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[ Aaron can not even with this guy. Way to make him seem like a proper, well-educated gentleman, Mattias. ]
Things people ride to get over water? This is a spaceship but it's the same thing.
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[Although this "ship" is much larger than a boat. Hm.] But how can it be a boat without water? You said we were in the air.
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I honestly have no idea what you're talking about.
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[He gives a belabored sigh.] Every day the sun dips low enough in the sky that the citizens of our puny world can rest. Part of Orphoros' great "generosity". He makes the world burn less for a few spare hours and we're to praise him for it.
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Ugh! [He pushes away and pushes him away, too.] This is hopeless. Here I thought golems were fantasy but you, good sir, are surely made of rock.
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If I'm made of rock... [ Wait, that's not the voice that's been talking to him this whole time. What? ]
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Shapeshifter... [He breathes the word out, stepping back despite himself.] Get back. [The words feel so useless. Everything he does will. He needs a weapon, a shield, something to push back both him and the memory of a dagger sinking into skin. The fingers at his stomach ball into a fist.] Get back!
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We're at a wall, doofus. What's up with you?
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