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capeandcowllogs2010-05-14 01:54 pm
soldieringblue) wrote in capeandcowllogs2010-05-14 01:54 pm
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and my combo is broken
WHO: Jomy and Blue
WHERE: Some hideous rickety apartment somewhere as found by pigeon hobos
WHEN: GOD LIKE...weeks ago i'll never get cr done on time
WARNINGS: sparkles and blue mice
SUMMARY: mu talk bout sumptin
FORMAT: No
There was too much. Too much to explain, ask, understand, learn...Too much at once. From the moment that Jomy had arrived, things began rushing forward so fast that Blue found himself without footing or bearing, all the while trying to keep hold and find something to anchor him. The notion of Soldier was what ended up driving him, as it always did. The Soldier takes care of the Mu, and they were here now. He had to see to their safety.
Yet Jonah Matsuka sits with the man who wants our kind eradicated, he reminded himself grimly. So partial to hope, Blue was feeling that sinking notion of doubt and despair. He had to push it aside, all of it. He was not the only Mu in the room.
The lamp only managed to light half of the dingy room they'd found vacant. It wasn't the first time he'd tresspassed in this City, but it was the first time he'd done so alone; he faintly wished Claude was there to make light of things. As it was, though, he wasn't, and it was just the pair of them. Or three--the small, quivering animal on Jomy's shoulder was just as lost. He had to be of aid, somehow, yet somehow the silence still stretched out until it was all but suffocating him, demanding a break.
"Jomy," he started, already unable to think of what to say next. He hesitated, drifting across the room to sit down. "There's a lot to discuss."
WHERE: Some hideous rickety apartment somewhere as found by pigeon hobos
WHEN: GOD LIKE...weeks ago i'll never get cr done on time
WARNINGS: sparkles and blue mice
SUMMARY: mu talk bout sumptin
FORMAT: No
There was too much. Too much to explain, ask, understand, learn...Too much at once. From the moment that Jomy had arrived, things began rushing forward so fast that Blue found himself without footing or bearing, all the while trying to keep hold and find something to anchor him. The notion of Soldier was what ended up driving him, as it always did. The Soldier takes care of the Mu, and they were here now. He had to see to their safety.
Yet Jonah Matsuka sits with the man who wants our kind eradicated, he reminded himself grimly. So partial to hope, Blue was feeling that sinking notion of doubt and despair. He had to push it aside, all of it. He was not the only Mu in the room.
The lamp only managed to light half of the dingy room they'd found vacant. It wasn't the first time he'd tresspassed in this City, but it was the first time he'd done so alone; he faintly wished Claude was there to make light of things. As it was, though, he wasn't, and it was just the pair of them. Or three--the small, quivering animal on Jomy's shoulder was just as lost. He had to be of aid, somehow, yet somehow the silence still stretched out until it was all but suffocating him, demanding a break.
"Jomy," he started, already unable to think of what to say next. He hesitated, drifting across the room to sit down. "There's a lot to discuss."
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"... What do you remember?"
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"When I arrived here...It was a hundred years since we escaped Ganymede. One moment I was on the Shangri-La with Harley and Zel, and the next..." The Porter room came to mind, a memory they could both share. But that wasn't where the question of memories ended.
"As I wandered, lost...There were people who saw me and knew me, but...I did not know them. They welcomed me, recalled my face fondly..." He shook his head. "But I have never been to such a place before. Only after weeks of searching, listening did I begin to understand..."
Blue paused, drawing breath. "That I will be here again in my future. That was the Soldier Blue known here. The one that...knows you. The one that left his memories in the hearts of the people here he cared about. They let me see those important things, and that is how I knew who you were without...truly knowing you."
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"... I see."
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"The others," he said at length. Despite his misgivings, he had to know. "You and the others in my future...are they safe?"
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"Yes." His gaze finally lifted to meet Blue's. "A lot has happened." There were occasional pauses as he spoke. "It's been twelve years since we had to leave Ataraxia, in my time. The others--the elders--they helped me be a better Soldier." Rain laid down and curled its tail around itself, finally giving in to exhaustion. "I tried to reach out to humans... those who were in space. I hoped it would help create a path to understanding one another." But it didn't. Instead, they were found and attacked. "We had to keep hiding."
A long moment of silence. "We found a planet, abandoned by humans. Physis... she saw a future for us there. She named it Nazca."
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Relief was cut short and replaced by a sudden alertness as the name Physis was dropped. Blue's eyes refocused in a sharp, intent stare while the notion of that name left a strange echo in him. "She," he echoed. He'd seen glimpses of an important she. It sounded the same. "Who is she?"
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This was the first time he realized Blue had never met her. One more harsh realization of what this universe had done... Rather, what it had undone.
"... Our fortune teller." He paused. "She's very dear to us." To you, he thought. "She's been with the Mu for a long time... Much longer than I have."