RP > nostalgia strikes again

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ It is a relatively quiet day in the apartment of one Saga Laskaris- unless you were to wander into the kitchen. Then you would find all manner of things happening, dishes heaped up everywhere, and some very tantalizing smells coming from the sizzling skillets on the stove top. In the middle of it is Alabaster, in a simple t-shirt and jeans (and no shoes. Just socks), bustling back and forth, metallic arms zipping everywhere. ]

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[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Over- the technology of this age never ceases to amaze me.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... Says the guy with about a million metal arms.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Still, they don't grant me the ability to fly.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

...

[ she just... tried to picture that. And is CRACKING UP. ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ just. gives her an odd look ] What?

((ooc; boo notifs aren't working))

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

J-just-- picturing you flapping all your arms and flying around like some giant bird-- ahahaha!

((ooc: sob no they aren't))

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ fails to see the humor :| ]

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

S-sorry... it's just a cute thought.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I myself was leaning more towards bizarre than "cute".

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

No, see... I am bizarre. Big difference.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I meant the thought was bizarre, not you or me.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... Okay, I'll give you that.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Though, I don't really think of you as bizarre. A bit odd, perhaps, but so am I.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Maybe the whole reason why you came here was because they needed someone just a "bit odd" enough to go with your own oddness. Since-- no offense, but I doubt a lot of people would be able to calmly deal with the whole... [ little gestures meaning arms ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

None taken. People from my own city, my own time, cannot even calmly deal with my... oddness.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

But you said it wasn't just like you who was like that, right? [ Curious Mode activated. ] That... disease you mentioned?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

The clacks, yes. It's one thing to have the disease- the odd plating or gear or rivets- but this? [ holds up an arm ] This is deliberate. This is the work of a God.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

And the bleeding oil... [frowning slightly ] You're quite devoted.

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

[ shrug ] There was nothing for me outside of Whitechapel. Where else was I to go but to the Gods?

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

Nothing at all? [ one of those moments where she realizes she... still doesn't know all that much about him ]

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

Nothing at all.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... [ not exactly sure what to say to that, so she'll inch a little closer for moral support. ]

You still don't want to go back, though?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I...

I don't know.

[looneyrune.livejournal.com]

... Is it too much to ask why you don't know?

[gearsof.livejournal.com]

I failed, Saga. Grandfather Clock trusted me with a mission, and I failed. The only thing waiting for me back there is death- if not at the hands of the rebels, then at the hands of my God. He does not take failure lightly.

... Even so, I keep thinking that maybe, maybe I could redeem myself. Fix it all somehow. [ shrugs again ] It is that "maybe" that has me second-guessing my decision.