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driftfleet2018-08-31 12:59 am
hollowedfaith) wrote in driftfleet2018-08-31 12:59 am
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Who: Libra and whoever
Broadcast: Open video
Action: Marsiva
When: Now
[The video feed shows a disoriented human waking up on the Marsiva. Long lashes flutter open to reveal bewildered green eyes, and the camera zooms out to a pretty face surrounded by long blond hair. Libra lifts his head, only to be met with a room too clean and white to be real. Glancing around, he doesn't see anyone, so he gets to his feet silently, one hand instinctively reaching to his bedside for an axe that isn't there.
The cameras follow him as he explores the room, shivering slightly despite the vestments he wears that cover him completely from the neck down. He seems concerned but determined, managing to hold onto a brittle calm only due to years of self-control. He shies away from any screens he comes across the moment his eyes fall upon them: he can read the supposedly-comforting words displayed there just fine, but he doesn't have the context that would make them make sense, and even with the knowledge beginning to trickle into his mind which insists that things like this are normal, their very existence is unsettling.
Eventually he stops at a window with a view out into space, staring at the stars and coming to grips for the first time with the fact that there is no land supporting them at all.] N-Naga preserve us...what...?
Broadcast: Open video
Action: Marsiva
When: Now
[The video feed shows a disoriented human waking up on the Marsiva. Long lashes flutter open to reveal bewildered green eyes, and the camera zooms out to a pretty face surrounded by long blond hair. Libra lifts his head, only to be met with a room too clean and white to be real. Glancing around, he doesn't see anyone, so he gets to his feet silently, one hand instinctively reaching to his bedside for an axe that isn't there.
The cameras follow him as he explores the room, shivering slightly despite the vestments he wears that cover him completely from the neck down. He seems concerned but determined, managing to hold onto a brittle calm only due to years of self-control. He shies away from any screens he comes across the moment his eyes fall upon them: he can read the supposedly-comforting words displayed there just fine, but he doesn't have the context that would make them make sense, and even with the knowledge beginning to trickle into his mind which insists that things like this are normal, their very existence is unsettling.
Eventually he stops at a window with a view out into space, staring at the stars and coming to grips for the first time with the fact that there is no land supporting them at all.] N-Naga preserve us...what...?
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Er, in a way. I'm a member of a group called the Avengers, and we fight threats to the world. There are several of us here.
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[Time travel makes the concept a bit complicated.]
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It's meant a great deal of combat and a life not easily lived. And yet I wouldn't have it any other way.