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driftfleet2017-09-03 01:41 pm
brothersboots) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-03 01:41 pm
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[Action] Complaint #3, Referendum A1
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?
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?
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...what sort of trial?
no subject
[Duh.]
A trial to test the Shepherd. To make sure they're ready to face the Lord of Calamity.
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...and we're back to Shepherds. She remembers what she saw in Mikleo's memory. Not a good place to turn the conversation to.]
Is there only ever one Shepherd? [So a tangent.]
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[She totally believes you, Katie. Totally.]
No, but a Shepherd has to have a Prime Lord to have a pact with them. If you met Lailah, then you've met Worry's Prime Lord. [She sighs, a little sad that the other Seraph isn't around.] I suppose she's my Prime Lord as well.
In the old days, they were called Exorcists and the Shepherd was their leader.
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What caused the name change? It seems a vast improvement.
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Humans renamed everything over the last two thousand years. Seraphim used to be called Malakim. Hellions used to be daemons. Squires and the Shepherd used to be an army of self-righteous pricks calling themselves Exorcists while the Shepherd was their leader and they enslaved Malakim like they were lifeless tools to be used and tossed aside.
[No, she's not bitter. That's definitely your imagination.]
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The more I hear about Seraphim, the more I feel we have nothing in common.
[Translation? Yeah.]
That must have been some upheaval. Unless Sorey is the first of his type.
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I never said we were the same. That would be boring.
And, well, you might want to talk to the Lord of Calamity about why things changed.
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Something tells me it's not wise to try striking up a casual conversation with someone called the Lord of Calamity.
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[Which is why she hasn't gotten rid of Zaveid.]
Do you know Velvet?
no subject
[So no.]
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[Edna shrugs a little.]
Probably more than me, since she was a human once.
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Of course. Must have been thinking of a different Velvet.