[ it's hard for nodd not to be a little worried about the few younger folks he's met since arriving. he's glad to see kazuki near the mess hall, perhaps on his way toward or from a meal. ]
Hey, kid. How's it been?
[ nodd's a freaky little man but their current psychic link will project the sincerity in the question. this time. ]
[ well he can probably be found in the bar a bit later as one of the few places that aren't mcfucking locked now touches ground. he's not drinking though, just. here. and the vibes are absolutely horrid. ]
...You were locked in, too, right? It wasn't just us?
[ he'll have to be fast, because kazuki bails from the trial room the second he can get his feet to work. he's shaken up, frustrated. he doesn't even like scien, but whatever that was, it scared him.
he almost doesn't stop for nodd at all, but eventually he does, agitated buzzing around him. ]
[ someone has a sense of humor and has turned nodd, hot pink all over. like, neon, l*sa fr*nk type pink. he's almost happy to be dragged with kazuki into the rift.
until he sees what it is.
the memory begins in the middle of everything. the set dressing is hazy, shelving and wine barrels and hookah pipes knocked over, the coals rolling and scorching round burns onto the already slain bodies littering the floor. blood slops around the corpses, diluting the spilled liquor. a man in dark leather armor lifts his sword above a youth maybe ten years his junior. the kid already has a split lip, a missing ear, a limp arm on the same side.
a blur of motion beside the swordsman and his drops his weapon before he can strike a finishing blow. blood pours from a fresh gash across his forearm. less than a breath later, another blur--the man doubles over from an apparent strike to his stomach.
nodd, much younger and in simple garb, eyes without the permanent dark mask surrounding them, stands between the hurt boy and the mercenary.
somewhere else in the room--the basement? a lounge? smoke builds, a fire set. ]
[ they're gonna explore the planet!! he is a little tall for nodd, but they can walk side by side, close enough to touch. ]
This place is pretty fancy for a rest station, isn't it? They said there's going to be some kind of auction later, too... Think they'll have anything interesting?
[ same here re: taking off the suit. hates this shit. hates this ship! but with the air-conditioning no longer fully on the fritz, it's more livable than with the volk. ]
I need to re-read our contracts. Why is it always worms?
[ nodd is back to full power, baybee, and dashing through the halls. if there's a streak of blue light, that's nodd zipping around. amazingly fast for such a lazy, lazy creature. he will slow down and even brake when he sees kazuki let's say on the observation deck. ]
Hey.
[ possibilities are much more open now than since they last spoke. ]
WEEK 0; MONDAY
Hey, kid. How's it been?
[ nodd's a freaky little man but their current psychic link will project the sincerity in the question. this time. ]
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[ that he isn't offering. but the vibes here are fairly calm for now - actually, a little pleased? ]
Better than expected for being kidnapped a few days ago? I don't know how they did it, but they actually got me some stuff for my guitar.
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w0 thursday
INTERLUDE
no sorry necessary! i have been most sluggish today
Sim room?
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w0 friday
...You were locked in, too, right? It wasn't just us?
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[ fucked up, how relieved he is to see kazuki's okay.
dahut was a kid. what in the absolute fuck.
this has soured nodd's usual calm something fierce. ]
What about you?
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WEEK 0; SATURDAY, POST-TRIAL
Hey! Kid--Kazuki. Hold up.
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he almost doesn't stop for nodd at all, but eventually he does, agitated buzzing around him. ]
Hm?
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w1 thursday
yuri has princess carried him into the medbay! hello, nodd, how has your day been. ]
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Ki--Kazuki! Shit.
[ nodd remains clearly unhurt, any blood on him purely from helping the first fucked up team get to the medbay. ]
Who didn't get their ass handed to them this week?
[ scurries over to inspect wounds]
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w2 monday
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Sure did. Did you make up your mind on it?
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w2; Friday
Checking in. Be nice and say hi.
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[ no need to be a smartass. [
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w3; monday
until he sees what it is.
the memory begins in the middle of everything. the set dressing is hazy, shelving and wine barrels and hookah pipes knocked over, the coals rolling and scorching round burns onto the already slain bodies littering the floor. blood slops around the corpses, diluting the spilled liquor. a man in dark leather armor lifts his sword above a youth maybe ten years his junior. the kid already has a split lip, a missing ear, a limp arm on the same side.
a blur of motion beside the swordsman and his drops his weapon before he can strike a finishing blow. blood pours from a fresh gash across his forearm. less than a breath later, another blur--the man doubles over from an apparent strike to his stomach.
nodd, much younger and in simple garb, eyes without the permanent dark mask surrounding them, stands between the hurt boy and the mercenary.
somewhere else in the room--the basement? a lounge? smoke builds, a fire set. ]
You can look away.
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What... What is...?
[ what's going on here? ]
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week 3 ; saturday, post-trial
[ sees kazuki out of the corner of his eye, perhaps. he's at a fighting game, playing a skimpily clad succubus with lots of high kick attacks. ]
Now we know why I wasn't a bard. Shit at detail work.
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[ just watches him for a minute. ]
Why did you do that?
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w4 monday
This place is pretty fancy for a rest station, isn't it? They said there's going to be some kind of auction later, too... Think they'll have anything interesting?
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45 on the cr chart my ass.]Yeah, looks like the big cities during Masquerade but sci-fi.
[ nodd continues to believe sci-fi is an actual term one uses to describe real things. ]
Ah, Masquerade's one of our months. Tends to get all the nobles and high society out to celebrate.
[ quick, kazuki, distract from another How Does Time Work World-to-World conversation ]
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w5 wednesday
I hate this planet. Didn't we get enough worms in the desert?!
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I need to re-read our contracts. Why is it always worms?
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w6 ; saturday
[ nodd has showered and changed. possibly catching up with kazuki at the arcade? that room is still safe. and around. ]
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[ just assumes he's talking about the dead, it's fine ]
How're you feeling?
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w7 ; monday
Hey.
[ possibilities are much more open now than since they last spoke. ]
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w7 ; saturday
Hey!
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Hey. Glad you made it back okay.
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