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[metachrosis]

Who: Espio
Broadcast: Fleetwide - Text
Action: On the Golden
When: September 23rd, because shuffle!

[By now, everyone must be used to people wondering how and why they're here, and then perhaps throwing confused temper tantrums over being here. Surely the new passengers ought to be filled with questions for all the lovely people within the Fleet to answer? Or perhaps accuse everyone of kidnap?

After being on the Marsiva, and now being on this little ship, Espio has managed to work his way through what confusion he had, and now he's just... angry. If he could encrypt this somehow, there would be a very angry wall of incomprehensible ranting on the network as he vents, but since his ID number will be associated with him eventually, his anger is condensed into two simple sentences that express none of his feelings and don't help him feel better at all:]

That's the third time. Hope you know I hate every single one of you.

[No signature is given. He doesn't care to identify himself right now.]


[And on the Golden...

The confetti was unappreciated. The pudding... well, okay, that got eaten, because while it was kind of plastic-tasting to him it was still a free sweet. Espio isn't particularly inclined to explore his new surroundings, though. He's kind of still mad at said surroundings. His exploration of the vessel is therefore slow, consisting mostly of lurking in corridors or on the bridge, pulling faces at things, and shooting any fellow crew members an irritable glare rather than doing the sensible thing and introducing himself.]

What do you want?

Comments

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[paraclete]

A refrain is difficult if it causes pain, and continues to cause pain. Are you all right?

[Pseudo philosophical first meetings are kind of Kaworu's jam.]

[metachrosis]

[Espio squints a little at this message, unsure what he means by refrain.]

Yes, I'm absolutely fine. Vague blanket declarations of hatred for complete strangers are a completely healthy and normal way to deal with things.

[paraclete]

[Unfortunately, Kaworu could be called "dense", so—]

Do you think it's healthy? I expect it would be harmful to the heart. Although I can understand its appeal.

[metachrosis]

[Good job, Kaworu! Cue one facepalm.]

Do me a favour and look up 'sarcasm'.

[paraclete]

Oh, I do know of it!

:)

I did think you were being straightforward. I admit that's usually what I expect.

So, you are unwell. Probably, what you need is a better chorus to repeat from your mouth and mind.

[metachrosis]

Is that right?

[This guy seems a little... weird.]

[paraclete]

That is right. When we linger in our ailments, they fester, don't you think? So we must bind our wounds and pass them by.

[In other words, this is Kaworu's Unsolicited Advice Corner.]

[metachrosis]

[He's trying to weigh up whether the unsolicited advice giver is as punch-worthy as Zexion...]

Yes. What an incredibly easy solution. I'll do that right away.

[paraclete]

[At least this time he's been forewarned of the sarcasm, so he can guess that this is it again...]

Oh, no, it isn't easy. Cultivating a life is never easy, even when that life is one's own. But, you know, I think you're deserving of the effort.

[metachrosis]

[Good job! He's learning!]

You don't think there's a point you just get tired?

[paraclete]

[Up until this point, Kaworu's texts have been coming very quickly. He's either really handy with a touch keyboard, or some other junk. Anyway, here, he pauses before sending another answer. Tired, yeah. That's something he feels constantly, but it's not the sort of thing he discloses. So, let's try,]

Hope is the light which keeps one awake during the most exhausted hours of the night.

[Nailed it!]

[metachrosis]

[Did he? Did he now? Because Espio miiiight have just cringed. ...points for trying, though.]

Needs a new bulb.

[paraclete]

[He nailed it... in his heart... Look, he is trying, and most of his practice has only ever been focused on one person.

But he does believe everything he's saying.]

Then perhaps you need a friend to help you find that new bulb.

[metachrosis]

Who knows?

Good luck to anyone who tries.

[paraclete]

Trying is all anyone can do,

But if you criminalize their efforts, it will hurt both of your hearts.

I'll say it again, though: I do understand the appeal.

[metachrosis]

Do you even listen to yourself?

[paraclete]

Did I make a mistake?

[metachrosis]

You sound a bit pretentious.

[paraclete]

[Probably not entirely inaccurate, at least in the premise of his person, but he's never had it said directly to him before, so he puzzles for a moment.]

I am being earnest. I wouldn't want to mislead you, of course.

[metachrosis]

There's earnest, and then there's trying too hard. Guess it's the same thing for some people.

[paraclete]

[He does... try... very hard... and this makes him wonder,]

If one is trying at all, isn't that what matters?

[metachrosis]

Trying doesn't always hit the target. Guess you'd still get points though.

[paraclete]

Well, that's why one tries until one does hit the target. That's why one does not ever stop trying.

[metachrosis]

Works out for some.

But since we're on target metaphors, let's just say someone ran off with my target.

[paraclete]

I imagine you are left feeling "hopeless".