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re_alignment_logs2012-12-16 07:07 pm
vandalization) wrote in re_alignment_logs2012-12-16 07:07 pm
Entry tags:
- !open,
- brave police: j-decker | kagerou,
- tf: g1 | thundercracker,
- tf: idw | drift,
- tf: idw | perceptor,
- tf: idw | wing,
- ✘ ace attorney | kay faraday,
- ✘ dead space | vandal,
- ✘ fate/stay night | arturia pendragon,
- ✘ tf: idw | ultra magnus,
- ✘ tf: prime | wheeljack,
- ✘ tf: shattered glass | soundwave (crau)
Hallways always [OPEN]
who: Vandal and any visitors. [OPEN]
what: Vandal is bed-bound, recovering from her month-long detainment and torture.
when: All this week.
where: The Medbay
warnings: very yes
notes: Tag in your own threads, it can be set during any point in the week.
The beep of the monitors is loud with her head this eerily silent. Whatever he did to her, between the needles and questioning, he separated it. Took something. Now that static in her head is far quieter. It's almost as maddening as when it was present.
Now she's almost lonely without it. Well- she was lonely before, but now even more so.
She doesn't sleep, no. It's not safe to sleep anymore. She wants to scream every time she's left alone, but it's not practical to have someone with her all the time. Prism is dead, the Gatherer is dead, but the way she goes back to that place every time she shuts her eyes.
So she lays in a space between waking and sleep, startling back to consciousness every tie she starts to drift. Shaking. Thinking about it. What it did to her.
She reaches up to smooth a finger over the gauze covering what used to be her right eye.
Ruined. He ruined her worse than the church did. The mental, the physical.
Everything. Ruined.
She wishes they'd have killed her when they found her.
But she's also a coward, and afraid of death, so here she sits and lets the stitches heal.
what: Vandal is bed-bound, recovering from her month-long detainment and torture.
when: All this week.
where: The Medbay
warnings: very yes
notes: Tag in your own threads, it can be set during any point in the week.
The beep of the monitors is loud with her head this eerily silent. Whatever he did to her, between the needles and questioning, he separated it. Took something. Now that static in her head is far quieter. It's almost as maddening as when it was present.
Now she's almost lonely without it. Well- she was lonely before, but now even more so.
She doesn't sleep, no. It's not safe to sleep anymore. She wants to scream every time she's left alone, but it's not practical to have someone with her all the time. Prism is dead, the Gatherer is dead, but the way she goes back to that place every time she shuts her eyes.
So she lays in a space between waking and sleep, startling back to consciousness every tie she starts to drift. Shaking. Thinking about it. What it did to her.
She reaches up to smooth a finger over the gauze covering what used to be her right eye.
Ruined. He ruined her worse than the church did. The mental, the physical.
Everything. Ruined.
She wishes they'd have killed her when they found her.
But she's also a coward, and afraid of death, so here she sits and lets the stitches heal.
i'd like saber to be one of the first to show up, so within the first few days. is that okay?
Saber stood outside of the door for a good few moments. She knew not this Vandal, and was only aware that so many cared for her. She hadn't heard anything particular about the woman, but with so many wishing to fight for her..
This was not the best time to want to get to know someone, however, and she understood that. If anything, she'd come by to give her best wishes and then be on her way. Personally, when Saber was unwell, she wished to be left alone. If Vandal was asleep or didn't appear to want company, the knight would quickly take her leave.
Holding a jar in her armored hands, the knight looked down at the contained dragonfly. This was one of Jetfire's creations. Maybe it wasn't the best gift, but Saber was unsure of what to bring. It was impossible to find flowers, after all. The glowing bug darted around, and since there was only one, the light was present, but not over-powering.
Pushing the door open carefully, Saber is aware that as she walks, her armor makes noise. Even with her walking as quietly as possible, the metal still gently chimes in the room.
The jar is set upon a wall shelf in the corner closest to the door. It's a fair distance from the berths, so it shouldn't bother the one resting here. Saber turns from the jar, somewhat blocking its light, and stands there for a moment before speaking. She speaks gently, not wishing to wake Vandal if she's slumbering.
"Excuse me?"
Yup!
She's never seen this woman before. She's pretty. She looks like a knight. What is it with Vandal and knights? Between Wing, Drift and Soundwave...
She lifts two fingers in greeting, because that's about what she's feeling up to.
"Who're you?" Well, she never boasted being polite, unfortunately. But given the circumstances, and being far less trusting of just about everything, she doesn't quite give a damn.
no subject
She realizes the woman has no reason to know who she is, and she is not here to receive thanks for assisting in saving her. Saber walks over to the berth, and stands about two feet away.
"I brought you one of Jetfire's creations. If its light bothers you, let me know and I will remove it. I hope you recover quickly."
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"Vandal." She probably already knows but whatever.
"You're one of the ones who helped save me." She'd been given a list of names. Honestly with a name like Saber she'd expected a robot, not another human.
The bug catches her eye and she peers at it with fascination that would be... just a bit odd.
"Is that a firefly? I've never seen a real one before."
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As Saber pauses to think for a moment, she brings her hands and folds them together at her abdomen. Her motions and her posture are always very refined. Sometimes, it's unfitting considering the armor she wears.
"They look near identical to fireflies."
Both fireflies and these bugs just flew around and gave off light. It'd be easy to mistake them.
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"Always some weird-ass shit going on around here." It's actually kind of comforting in an odd way. Life goes on.
"It's cool, though." She didn't see many animals on the stations and ships. Besides cats and dogs and things that spacers took with them. Standard 'pet' things.
"You uh. Didn't have to bring me anything. But. Thank you. For the bug and the whole. Helping save me."
us vectorian humans, we need to stick together
Saber turns back to face Vandal, and with that, moves her hand to her chest as she bows her upper form politely.
"I will take my leave and let you rest, unless there is anything else..?"
Saber knows and feels this woman should rest, but to just leave would be ridiculously rude. Still, it's somewhat odd to ask permission to leave when you are willingly visiting someone.
Then and again, maybe Saber is just hiding the fact she's terrible at small talk.
HI 5
"People talk about me, eh? Must've done something right," A beat passes, "Or wrong."
She's not exactly the poster-child for friendly, welcoming icons of Haven.
Vandal, unfortunately, being the socially awkward engineer that she is, bites her lip. Briefly distracted from misery by curiosity and that's a nice break actually.
"Where are you from?" You're not getting away that easily, Saber...
now that i look at the chart, it's more like us vectorian human womens. i think we're the only two?
Of course, she's unsure if her Earth is anyone else's Earth. That still somewhat eludes her, and people on this planet don't seem concerned with such things.
"And where are you from?"
Now that Vandal has given a topic, Saber is glad to converse with her. After she asks the question in return, she looks around.
No, no chairs here would work well for Saber. Instead, she finds a box - small enough for her to at least sit on and be somewhat level with Vandal - and pushes it over towards the edge of Vandal's bed.
Hopping onto the edge of the box, Saber situates herself and then lets her feet hang above the ground.
I think so!
Her head lolls toward Saber, trying to look surprised but failing more or less, at expressing herself properly without being in pain.
"No shit- England. Wow. I've always wanted to go to Earth and it seems like everyone's been but me."
The return question gets a much quieter response.
"Nowhere technically. Just a spacer. Born in space, lived in space, hate space. This is uh. Actually the first real planet I've set foot on."
no subject
Considering this being in space was no big thing to Vandal, Saber's momentary surprised look was likely somewhat amusing.
"The Earth I left behind," she started, mentally noting the third time, "was just starting space exploration."
So if Vandal was saying she had been in space her entire life.. just how advanced was her time? Ridiculously advanced. That fit with the Cybertronians.
"It seems I am drastically out of date compared to everyone else here," the knight added with a shake of her head.
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This coming from someone who accidentally started a necromorph outbreak on a station and killed thousands.
"Sometimes you don't need tech. You just need... ah. Whatever."
She'd love to have her life be simple. Not know the things she does.
"So you a knight or something? What's with the getup?"
oops, realized i delved into a bunch of meta chara-developing. i do that in new rps.
The King of Knights had not mentioned much about her life except for the few times it was asked about; and even then, the one she had told that she had been present in two separate times had been in disbelief. She couldn't blame them. Otherwise, her ten years of ruling had only been mentioned to a nosy Cybertronian and to the head of the Police Force for her application.
Saber had obviously not been brought to Cybertron for what she had accomplished in her life, or at least she thought, so her achievements during her life meant little here. Perhaps, her achievements as a Heroic Spirit meant more. It was hard to say. Besides, what good did telling someone you were a king do for you when you were on a planet where no one else even seemed to share the same world as you?
"I did find something else to wear, but I feel most at ease when I am in this attire."
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Her last conversation with them before her detainment hadn't been dazzling, either. She shifts uncomfortably, trying to dismiss that thought. Not jealousy, but hell. Maybe if she were a pretty knight like this.
"Your reign? So- wow. So like a queen? Fuck, that's pretty cool." She sounds lame, making an understament like that.
"I know what you mean. Miss my RIG-er. My suit, I mean. Feel naked without it."
can i now ship it @ vandal x saber
The knight tilted her head as she didn't quite understand the saying, but understood the basics of it. Saber did, however, feel that since Vandal brought the two names up in such a way, that they were likely dear to her.
"Drift helped me immensely upon my arrival, but I have not spoken to him in length since. Wing and I met in person when confronting the Gatherer. The days have been hectic since I have arrived; there were the Glyphless and then your rescue. It makes me wonder if this is always how it is."
Saber may not have known that Vandal was feeling slightly bitter, but maybe this would ease the woman's mind.
"Oh, I have been assisting Kay with her Christmas plans. One of her main inspirations is you."
The knight smiles as she says this; Kay is a nice girl, and considering what Vandal and everyone else had gone through, the Christmas party was a great idea. Saber was looking forward to it, even if she was not a party person.
yes yes yes
"And yeah, pretty much. Status quo here. Someone either dying or being torn apart. I'm sorry you have to be caught up in the middle of it. You seem nice." She really does.
She winces a little bit.
"S'at so? Sounds like Kay. Girl has more sweetness in her than her body can contain." Quietly, Vandal worries about her a lot. If something like this could happen to herself, who was usually armed to the teeth, paranoid and surrounded by robots... obviously bristling with weaponry as well. Kay only has the robots bit, which she supposes in the end, is all any humans here can have, facing down another robot.
DID I REALLY DO THAT @ posting with wrong journal at 6:30 am
"Perhaps you have some idea as to why the ones who were brought here were selected..?" Saber asks. She hadn't asked this question since arrival, as it seemed many either didn't know, or even didn't care. But why would someone like Kay be brought when she was mostly defenseless? And this planet was obviously not meant for humans, so why would any humans be brought?
And the only reason she's asking Vandal, is because it seems she's been around for quite some time and is mostly established. There was likely a better time to be asking, and Saber knew, but this had been bothering her since she arrived.
it's k <3
She waves a hand, indicating the sinisterness of it. Possibly.
"Honestly things have been a clusterfuck since the very start. It gets quiet sometimes but only long enough to get people's guard down it seems like. If it's not the fucking badlands or lambda or whatever, it's some psycho that was brought in."
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"And with these Firstforged accessible, no answers have been given? How strange."
Saber hadn't been around long, but she still had heard of this Overlord several times, and then there had been the Glyphless. Dangerous situations kept rising due to those being brought here, so it very well could be random.
And very well could be not.
It didn't sit well with the knight, displayed by the slight annoyance showing in her eyes as she glanced from the one resting.
"Forgive me. I was hoping I'd be able to acquire information from you that I couldn't from the others. This was hardly an appropriate time to ask."
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Not to call them a bunch of liars but...
Well. She's calling them a bunch of liars.
Vandal sighs, laying back, rubbing a shaking, bandaged hand through her hair.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it. Honestly you can ask me whatever you want long as you don't leave me alone."
Well that came out before she could think better of it. So what? She's fucking scared. Who could blame her?
poor vandal ;o;
The woman looked rather poor, and really should be sleeping, but undoubtedly sleeping would not come easy. So, Saber offered her companionship and presence even if the woman was asleep.
The knight nodded once, as is confirming her own words. Shifting in the chair, the knight sat up once again in the chair, but allowed her shoulders to drop. It was best to become comfortable as soon as possible.
she's a sadsack. Thus is the case of a horro game character.
Usually she'd have refused, but exhaustion and paranoia are much stronger than what scraps of her pride she has left.
"Thank you. Maybe just. For a little while."
She settles, allowing herself to start drifting off.