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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Robin, like the bird.
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Mattias Larnaca. [He inclines his head, smiling.] It's a pleasure.
[And now, with that name tucked and filed away:] Would you tell me of your world? Of what it's like? Are there forests? Oceans? [Maybe even-] Snow?
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[maybe it's his turn to gush. he's always felt a love for his world, even at its worst--and it shows as he tries to think of how to describe it, remembering the hundreds of ways it's changed in the thousands of years he's been alive. he's got such a dreamy look on his face...]
I wish I could show you. My hometown, Skeleton City--it's nestled up at the top of the world. There are hundreds of miles of forest all around it. The trees are so thick in places that you can barely squeeze through, and so tall that they block out the sky.
Up north, it turns to grasslands, and then the ocean... It rings the whole continent, actually, but not many people have ever made it far enough through the forest to ever see it. If you go south, the forest comes right up to the edge of the mountains that divide us from the desert lands...
[he sighs, happily.] It doesn't snow much in the lowlands anymore, but up in those mountains, there's always snow. Even in the summer months. It never gets warm enough to melt, that close to the sky.
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Tell me of it. The snow. [His words are hushed but full of longing.] Can you walk through it? What does it sound like underfoot? How does it feel?
[Renacht had its fair share of trees and the lakes of Oramos were large enough for him to imagine the ocean but snow? To him it was only a word written in dusted tomes. He had dreamed of it in variations that never felt right. He could never pass the opportunity to know.]
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It's... Like sand, but lighter and freezing. It's wet, sticks to everything. You walk through it and it soaks through your pants, seeps through your shoes until your toes go numb. [he laughs a little, leaning forward.] Sounds kind of like... Crunching gravel and cotton all at the same time.
[he wishes he could show him. he could--he's got a little trick for that--but not while they're divided by a screen.]
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[He laughs again, finally opening his eyes to shift, standing with a seethe of breath. Leaving the comm on the floor, he shakes his legs out. Pins and needles shoot through his muscles; he seethes again. Laughs again.] Your world sounds beautiful, Robin. Like the stuff of legends. I fear I'd never stop asking questions if I keep going. You might get the urge to gag me.
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[another little sigh... Mattias might catch him looking upwards, leaning forward a little--as if that would actually change the direction the screen is pointing.]
Though, you should probably check out the rest of the ship. Say hi to the others. I'm not going to leave my communicator behind, so you're welcome to send messages when my way whenever you'd like.
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[He slumps back down to the ground, head propped up on one hand.] Or get harassed by the shapeshifter again. Joy. [He gives a belabored sigh and a somewhat mischievous grin.] I'm afraid you've offered yourself up as the only worthwhile entertainment, Robin. Your sacrifice will be appreciated for centuries to come.
[A beat.] That was a joke. You won't get it.
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Regardless, here's a thought--figure out how to go back through the network archives and view all the past entries on your device. You may walk away with more questions than answers, but it should at least prepare you for what's to come.
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Very well. I accept the challenge. [He waves a hand dismissively, smirking faintly.] You're relieved from your duties, Sir Robin.
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[but he salutes him, casually.]
I'll attach my personal frequency number. Let's talk again soon.