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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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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."