[Action] Complaint #3, Referendum A1

[brothersboots]

Who: Edna and others
Broadcast: No
Action: The Blameless and the Iskaulit
When: 9/3-9/7

The Blameless, 9/3

[After so many months on the ship with her brother and the humans that seemed to come and go as they pleased, Edna's gotten used to people who can see her. She knows that she still doesn't show up well on the communicators because they just don't have any resonance, but that doesn't matter to her one bit. It's much more interesting to be the disembodied voice over the little machines in her opinion.

Since Calibrations, the fact that she's so far from Rayfalke after spending nearly her entire life on the mountainside has left her feeling listless. The last system didn't help with its distinct lack of anything truly natural on the planet's surface. Jobs on the farms with Sorey helped, but she's just not that easily satisfied. She never has been, if you ask Eizen or Zaveid.

Her slow-building irritation isn't helped by the disruption being put off by the newer system they approach. If anything, it's worsened. And where she would normally walk around silently, moving between her room with her small collection of things from her friends and the Atroma, the personnel office that makes up her "duties",and the ship's kitchen. As the days drag on, her footsteps grow heavier, shaking the ship's floor for yards around her.]

Move. You're in the way. [Manners are overrated. Sorry, shipmates.]

The Iskaulit, 9/4

[She can't stand the ships and the confinement and the lack of fresh air. And so she's taken a shuttle to the Iskaulit to find an area to stretch her legs. She'd offered to help that Hawke woman with her strange sage-like herb, but she hasn't started yet with the irritation in the air as of late.

She stops when she reaches an area that's open and bare. It's big enough for her to let out all of her frustration on. Honestly, it's perfect. She removes her communicator from the pouch she's taken to carrying and sends out two identical texts to Mikleo and Eizen. "I'm on the Iskaulit. Come to the big open area on the other side of the ship from Malum." Then she prepares to wait.]

The Iskaulit, 9/7

[Anyone visiting the large ship over the last three days will not have missed all of the noise coming from this previously abandoned area and should they arrive, they'll find the small Earth Seraph staring at the scene of chaos with a sort of half-pleased smile on her face.

Until she's interrupted by someone she doesn't immediately know.]

Do you need help with something?

Comments

[brothersboots]

You excel at reading more into the things I say than what I mean. I know that not everyone is flawed exactly the same way. You're from a world where magic isn't real. I'm from a world where human actions can literally poison me. And it can build up here in the humans on the Fleet the same way it does back home.

[Because it sure did turn her vessel into a hellion and her pseudo-brother into a dragon.]

So, while you might not think you're capable of it, you are.

[And Edna finally turns to face the woman again, calm and feeling old and tired.]

Actions always tell, no matter who or what you are. That's the first sensible thing you've said since you arrived.

[torsion]

Then don't leave room to jump to conclusions. Regardless of whether or not that's the case where you're from, it's a false equivalency. You can't blame people for things they don't know.

[ This isn't home and guess what? Jill sure would punch someone who did that here -- or, at least have a stern talking-to. ]

If I am, then talk about it. You can't just come into a conversation expecting the worst when the very definition of it is unknown to the other person.

[ She's not exactly hostile, but there's often a harsh edge to Jill. Harsh and subtle, the cold and quiet easily read into as being something much sharper and with ill-intent. Chris was the friendly one. So was Parker. Their partnerships, for her, rounded her out as a person.

Especially with the former. ]

I haven't said anything unreasonable. If you're reading into things, you have to say what you mean and what you want.

[brothersboots]

[Edna turns to look at her, curious at the amount of passion in the woman's voice. A weird sort of passion, to be sure, but there nonetheless.]

Why wouldn't I expect the worst out of everyone after over two thousand years of seeing it?

[It's definitely just asked as a question, no attitude attached. Answer her, please.]

[torsion]

[ She's weird and passionate, although the light of the latter burns dimly these days. Jill just wants to pick things up where she left off, but being dragged here has ruined those plans. ]

Because what you're seeing aren't the same sorts of people from the same planet or universe with the same variables to them. If you expect the worst from people, you're likely to cultivate it in them.

[ There's this odd neutrality to it, but with that same rough around the edges tone peppered throughout -- Jill's "default" tone, it seems. ]

[brothersboots]

[Edna snorts, definitely disinterested again.]

Not the same, no. Just similar enough where it counts.

[And with that, Edna starts to head off to the trees. Done talking now.]

[torsion]

You can't say someone is the same as someone else without knowing them. You can think whatever you want, but that'll only make you miserable in the end.

[ Jill doesn't give chase, but she isn't quite ready to walk away. Not just yet. She's more than a little frustrated by this sort of backward thinking. ]

[brothersboots]

[If she's expecting an answer, she's not getting one. Edna is, if nothing else, the most stubborn person on the Fleet. And she has years of ignoring others around her, no matter how annoying.

Watch her have a snack, Jill.]

[torsion]

[ Jill watches her have a snack. ]

[torsion]

[ But she doesn't stay quiet because you know what? That's rude. She raises a hand to the side of her mouth and inches up on the tips of her toes, voice loud. ]

Hey, maybe offer a little to your guest, too!

[ There's no ignoring her. ]

[brothersboots]

[As one last gesture, Edna throws a cookie at Jill before going back to her tea time snack.

Who said Earth Seraph aren't generous? And immensely petty?]

[torsion]

[ Jill just starts laughing at this point, wiping at her face until she hits a cheekbone. She adjusts her cap then her ponytail and tries to compose herself, though her shoulders are still trembling with soft chuckles. ]

Alright, you've won this round, kiddo.

[ She's still going to take that cookie and eat it, you better believe she isn't afraid of a little dirt. ]