driftfleet | [Video] Complaint #1

Who: Edna and You
Broadcast: Oh yes
Action: on the Marsiva
When: today

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[Being warm and comfortable is nice for half a second, but Edna has never needed to sleep in her life. Sure, resting is great and all, especially after a long and hard fight, but still not necessary. And waking up has never been difficult for her. Until now.

She rolls over and stretches, a booted foot sticking out of the blankets as her gloved hand covers a yawn that would put a man five times her size to shame. One blue eye cracks open before the other and she slowly rotates her head over.

And sees a black sky sprinkled with stars. Too many stars. That's when she sits up and looks around, frowning as she sees the sterile metal....things everywhere.]

Where's my mountain?

[Her hands pat around her, looking for her umbrella, and come up empty. Her voice and face definitely let anyone who can see her over the comm know that she is Not Happy. Sadly all that comes through is her voice, and the movements she makes on the bed. So, beware of ghosts.]

Alright, Meebo, you can give my umbrella back. You have five seconds.

[Action]

[For those with high spiritual resonance, they will see a tiny girl who is stomping around the Marsiva, looking as if she can murder anything or one who gets in her way. Her footsteps are much heavier than someone of her size should be able to generate, but that's not stopping her.]

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[Edna wasn't exactly what Sorey would call sociable, but perhaps that's not quite correct; it's more that she'll fall into these quiet funks where she doesn't have anything to say and doesn't quite what to listen to what anyone else has to say. Those were the times when she would dwell inside him when everybody else was out, browsing wares and chatting, but it never quite felt like they were being ignored so much as...watched.

So he launches into the first story, directing her to a certain cluster of stares he can see out one of the viewing windows on the Huntress, regaling her with myths and legends about a civilization that chose its rulers based under the position of the bluest star in relation to the other two red. How they thought they were the three eyes of a god, watching them scrabble about in the mud.

And another, a line of barely winking lights that another culture likened to a representation of the beginning and end of time.] According to the book, we're somewhere around the third star from the left, [Sorey tells her, genuinely delighted. Telling the future by the stars sounds pretty neat, honestly.]

[Social isn't her thing. Her mountain is lonely and quiet for obvious reasons. Abandonment leads to a bit of a snide attitude. Even still, once she was part of the party, she found them all endearing if not annoying. And she knows that you can learn more about people by observation.

2300 years is more than enough to teach her that.

And while she would normally only half listen to his rambling on a good day, Edna's had to deal with killing Eizen and then having him back alive and not a dragon. She's all... worn out with angry. Listening to Sorey talk is soothing and normal and good.

And these are all new stories of things she didn't live through. As he talks, she walks and looks at the stars he points out.]

So, we're only in the middle of the story, huh? What about the beginning?

Oh, that's the best part! [It's good that that Edna's getting something out of this, because Sorey really is into this legend in particular.] The folklore for this goes that everything that exists was once a single celestial body, like a living person. They looked out across the empty universe and saw room for life and so they broke apart and spread their body across the darkness to create everything there is.

The stars are the shards of its heart, the planets are its muscles and its breath and its blood, and all the sentient species are its soul and brain. It's really, really neat, and it's kind of inspiring, right? Like, we're all in this together.

[She nods. It's a nice legend. Better than whatever it is that the humans on their planet thought about its origin. And his excitement is palpable.

It's normal. It's good.]

What are all the ships that everyone is on? And this Velvet and that Eleanor are Eizen's friends. Do you know them?

[Normalcy's overrated and Sorey is the one person she can always trust.]

Well, most of us are on the Huntress; Zaveid, Dezel, Mikleo and I. I'm...not sure about the others. [He hasn't wanted to pry but honestly, really, he should find out.] And I don't know who Eleanor is, but I've spoken with Velvet a few times. She's a hellion but she isn't violent or anything like that. I think she can be trusted.

The Huntress. [That's where most of her family is. She'll remember it.]

I can find out as well.

And Meebo butted into my conversation with her. Probably because he thinks I was being mean or something. She and Velvet were with Eizen's pirates. They said they were good friends with him.

She called me a Malak.

[Velvet is a pirate as well? And maybe he should go introduce himself to this Eleanor if she's Velvet's friend also... It might be a good idea, if she's likewise not fond of Shepherds.]

Ah. That's what seraphim were called a long time ago, right? I heard about that...among other things. [About how humans enslaved them for their own purposes, and how the Shepherd Artorius helped them all do it. Back before he'd returned home, it had torn him up a little, but now...it's a bit easier to accept it.]

[Don't bother. Edna didn't make a good impression. Because dirty words were flung around.]

I've been called many things in my life, Sorey. I'm not some baby like Mikleo or Dezel, you know. But, yes, seraphim were called malakim at one point. And Shepherds were normally called exorcists.

[That word again makes her unbelievably angry, but not at Sorey. He is still one of the few humans that she doesn't despise.]

The first real Shepherd was their leader.

...yeah. Zaveid told me. [Edna will probably be glad she doesn't have to break it to him, at least.] The exorcists used to tether malakhim against their will, right?

Yes, they collared the malakim like they were dogs on a leash. And more than once, they were used until they died and were tossed aside like trash.

[How she wishes there was something she could punch.]

So, if you expect me to play nice, I'm afraid that bird has flown.

[Unlike Zaveid and Mikleo, Edna doesn't pull her punches out if worry for him. He appreciates it, because as hard as it is for him to hear, the truth of it must be ten times harder on her for living through it.]

No, it's okay. Is there anything you'd like from me?

[Even though she said he was the valedictorian of Dumb Dumb University, she knows he's not stupid. Naive as hell, sure, but smart and fully capable of understanding the ramifications of the way things are.]

I don't think there's anything you can do from over there right now. Unless you can somehow magic me away from this place, it'll just have to wait until I get off this flying metal prison.

[And onto another flying metal prison, but hopefully at least one with some family on it.]

...I can bore you to sleep with some more mythology talk, if you want. [Okay so Tose is usually the one passing out on people while they talk to her, but he can at least keep her mind off things.]

[He's supposed to be the optimistic one. Stop taking her cynicism spot.]

I'm not so desperate that I need a dissertation from you or Meebo about some boring nerd thing. I leave that for if Rose shows up.

I didn't even get to tell you the coolest one though! See, there's this one legend from a species called the Fi'ith, [blah blah blah, on and on, just put the comm down and walk away Edna, save yourself]

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