Naviadna Mingle

[thespaceopera]

Who: Everyone
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: Anywhere on the fleet or in the system
When: The month of June



Welcome to Naviadna! Enjoy the beautiful sights, amazing technology, and all the other wonderful things this system has to offer! Where will you go? What sort of shenanigans will you get up to? How are you dealing with the planet's insistent singing at you?

Have fun!

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[sinistral]

"You know you don't need my permission or my blessings for your decision." Though the Vision probably knows him well enough by now to have anticipated the protest — and it shows in his words. He nods quietly before making his own admission: "I know very little of anything that happens after the point I'm apparently from. I suppose I'm as blank a slate as possible."

It's also an allusion to his mental state but the Vision has always been considerate about not pushing too hard regarding subjects he doesn't wish to discuss.

This isn't about his own mental state though, and most of his attention is on his companion. That smile speaks to something important, to what he supposes is the chance for the Vision and Wanda to have a life together, a continuation of the life they've had in the Fleet. He thinks they both deserve it.

The question makes him look away though. "I don't know," he says, because it's the easiest thing to say. Really he's pretty sure he doesn't belong anywhere, and that it likely makes no difference what he does. He's damaged and replaceable both; perhaps it's for the best if he just disappears. There are people whose lives would probably be made easier for it.

[unbearablynaive]

"I have seen beautiful art come from a blank canvas," he says softly. And that, possibly more than anything else he's admitted, is why he wants Bucky to choose his own path: he knows humanity is capable of grace and dignity, and watching it grow is a delight. That it can come from someone who's had horrors inflicted upon him is a testament to the strength and resilience that extraordinary people possess, and it's something he values greatly.

So when the other man looks away, the Vision steps closer.

"The choice is yours. But if you do choose to stay, you will always be welcome in my home."

Wherever that home may end up being - he'd like it to be on this planet, but they'll have to make it past the Atroma first, and who knows how that will go? But to set up a guest room where a weary refugee can crash when he needs to is simple enough.

[sinistral]

He makes no verbal reply to that first part, but there is gratitude in his expression. Not may people see his life the way the Vision does, and he's encountered more than a little distaste about the way he's chosen to strip away any identifiers out of a desire to become nothing and no one, and to choose his path from there. He doesn't fit into the box that others have tried to define for him, and has privately wondered more than once if it's a sign of how broken he truly is.

Then again, the Vision has been candid with him; if he felt anything wrong with a former assassin's decision to become nothing at all, he would probably say so. Or so he hopes.

He's not expecting the offer though, and it likely shows in his face. He still struggles greatly with the idea that anyone would welcome him, when most of his experience has shown just the opposite. "That's a generous offer. I'll keep that in mind." He pauses, then decides to share a little more information with the Vision. "Loki has asked if I would travel with him instead of returning home. I am considering it, since I don't think there is a place for me there. But if I choose to travel, I think I would also want to choose to visit as well."

[unbearablynaive]

Loki, huh? He'd never quite got along with Thor's brother, but perhaps it was just a personality clash. Thor certainly loved the man, and that was good enough.

"That would certainly provide an interesting experience; you'd never lack for variety."

And then he smiles, hearing the last part.

"I would like that very much."