driftfleet | It's all over but the crying

Who: Psycho Mantis and you.

Broadcast: Yes

Action: SS Bishop

When: Today

(Video – Fleetwide)

My god, it’s full of stars.

[He wandered around the ship in a bit of a daze. First came the larger ship, then the small celebration welcoming him to the second, and he is just as confused as he was when he first woke up. It’s been a long couple of days for him and he finds his way to the bridge of the ship. Stars. So many stars, He slumps in one of the many chairs nearest the window looking out onto space. There’s a cup of tea in his hand and his head turns between the feed he managed to open and the view.]

It’s a dream, isn’t it? It has to be. I remember what happened.

[He’s still dressed in his leathers, not quite trusting himself to wear the ship standards just yet. It’s so clinical. So real… He curls up more in the chair, lifting his mask a little out of the way to have a sip.]

This ship is called Bishop. Like the clergymen and the chess piece. If…anyone is out there, where is here?

(Action – Bishop)

[Still on the bridge of the ship, Mantis decides to make use of the music system to play something classical in the hopes of soothing some of his confusion. The tea doesn’t hurt either, and he sighs heavily as he tries to count the stars he can see. His malaise is such that someone could reasonably sneak up on him if they were so inclined. He is making good company with the chair he singled out.]

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At least I've got plenty of time. I know I'll be around in about thirty years.

[And apparently famous.]

That's part of why I renounced my vow. They train the novitiate at eleven.

Very specific. Are you a fortune teller as well?

[Oh, but that does sound familiar to him.]

Children are easy to manipulate, but also very quick to bite back when they do not like how things change around them. Nice to hear you showed your teeth.

Oh- no. I had a friend here who actually came from Azeroth but thirty years after my current time.

I did. At least a bit. They wanted my abilities at their disposal but no one can force anyone to do what they have a moral objection to.

That must have been an interesting conversation. You get a preview of how things change, but little room to change things. At least, that's how it works in stories.

I would argue that it's easier than most like to think, but at least you had a way out.

Kind of. I believe he called me a liar and that I couldn't possibly be Archmage Khadgar because I'm 'just a boy.'

Yeah... [He's thinking about a demon possessing the former Guardian but even that hadn't been absolute control. Medivh had slipped through.]

That is a damning kind of phrase. You can only be taken so seriously when one is looking down on you due to age.

[He sighs, shaking his head to try and clear his own thoughts. Too many days as a child dragged all over the damn world.]

Then again....you can escape that kind of life, too.

I don't mind so much. [Khadgar shrugs.] I mean, by his time, I'm in my forties, thought lost to the Nether- I'm not even sure why I'd venture anywhere that would risk that. The most I've done is renounced my vows and killed the Guardian.

Any life can be escaped from, I think. Or, at least most can be.

[He doesn't make much of words like Nether or Guardian, but he can guess that this man has seen some strange things.]

I would argue that anything involving killing already implies that one is on their way to more dangerous things.

Some leave you mired. Whether through your own actions, or others is the only thing that changes.

It's all over but the crying

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