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driftfleet2018-10-06 10:26 am
ginger_firebird) wrote in driftfleet2018-10-06 10:26 am
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[action/broadcast] I don't know how you were inverted
Who: Mantis and All
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Bishop
When: Today
It’s not the biggest box in the world, but the overall size suggested at least a few items inside. Mantis took it up from the cargo hold after recognizing his own name written upon the delivery slip. He appears in the broadcast feed as he makes his way to the bridge. The feed bobs as he walks and the box itself floats in front of him as he turns it over trying to find out how to open it correctly.
“Not used to things like presents. I think this is one of those legendary sponsored gifts, or maybe something from a fan.” He turns his head to the feed and shrugs. “I doubt it will launch any hazardous materials in my face, so why not?”
The bridge of the Bishop comes into view and he finally hones in upon a latch and succeeds in opening the box. Confetti pours out initially and he pauses, camera feed and all as he pulls out an item wrapped up in yellowed newspaper. He lifts his mask slightly out of the way, revealing the downward curve of his mouth in the process. The scars pull in different directions as he holds the item close to look at the printed words.
“This is from my planet. The year… The seventies?” The mask slides back into place and he gently pulls at the paper by hand. It tears here and there, but gives way easily.
Mantis gasps loudly. It’s a gas mask not unlike his own, but sized for someone far smaller than him. The box and feed stop still as he stares at the smaller gas mask. He falls to his knees, taking the communicator and the box with him. There’s a bit of static as the feed corrects itself and shows that Mantis’s hands are shaking as he runs his fingers over the mask, touching the lenses in particular. Then he looks to the fallen box.
He sets the small gas mask gently upon the floor and pics up two other items from where the box had fallen: bundles of brightly colored and patterned fabric that had been folded up. Mantis sits cross-legged on the floor and slowly opens them up. He makes a choked sound at the back of his throat. The first bit of cloth reveals a necklace made of cord with a wooden charm shaped like a lion. The second is a necklace decorated with several small and sharp teeth. At last, his head turns back to the communicator and the feed re-orients itself as he sets it right. His breath comes out in short gasps that seem to send shivers down his whole body.
“I- How did they…” His voice cracks with a sob. After taking a deep breath, he manages to whisper: “Why did Atroma do this?”
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Hey bro. Need a shoulder?
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More than that, but yes. Atroma stabbed me in the back with this.
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[He's been fortunate enough to have not had any part of a disturbing or traumatic event thrown his way.]
I can stay on the line or head on over. Whatever you need.
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You're Prompto? We didn't talk much, but I remember that face.
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That's me! Thanks for remembering.
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I don't forget people easily. [He sits down more comfortably on the floor and lifts the items up to go around his head in a little circle.] Psychological and emotional triggers make that difficult.
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That, um... must be useful?
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It's like how you don't just remember the face and the name of a person. Their face and name brings along memories like their voice, their clothes... Everything is tangled up in a mix of triggers that react to each other.
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