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@dynaames​‌:

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“Well, Tieria– I have someone I’d like you to meet.”

never in his later life did Neil think miracles existed. he’s grown up hearing all about them, how amazing and rare and blessed they were. miracles could take a man down on his luck and lift him to cloud nine. against all odds, man could hope and pray and wish for a miracle to grace their troubled lives.

after the bombing, Neil stopped believing.

when presented with a gift that could make his wildest dreams come true, his thoughts didn’t wander as much as he imagined they would. sure, everyone had many dreams and many wishes, but…before he knew it, there was another person in his abode, a little girl that he thought he’d never see again, apart from in memory. 

she stood next to him now, still as small as when he’d lost her, but bright-eyed and energetic, only the slightest bit hesitant at meeting a new person. it was…strange, and he knew she wouldn’t last, but he was going to cherish this time for as long as he could.

“This is Amy. My little sister.”

          Miracles, if you’d ask Mr. Erde, are statistically impossible occurrences that somehow happen anyway.  They confound him, especially when no amount of mathematical prowess will explain them away.           However ... that doesn’t mean he thinks they’re bad.           Lockon returned.  And disappeared, but then he returned again.           And looking at him causes Tieria’s terminal’s temperature to rise just the slightest, though he can’t figure out why.  But it’s a good kind of warm, and seeing Lockon’s soft expression as he introduces his sister makes Tieria really like miracles.

                              “I ... never thought I’d meet her.”

          He hadn’t looked through Lockon’s file until Lyle Dylandy showed up on the Ptolemaios, and Tieria, heartstricken, had needed to know more, to know if even another of Lockon would appear.           All he found was a bomb and questionable reason to join Celestial Being.           He crouches down to the little girl and smiles, just a tiny bit.

                              “Hello.”

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@betrayou​‌:

You need to wake up ———– barely audible to a sleeping boy and yet he found himself mumbling a respond or rather a quiet whine of displeasure. ‘ Do I have too ’  was whispered underneath his breath, cold air fogging as he exhales, but as the shaking continue, gentle as it may be, it was enough to pull him out of his slumber, ginger lashes fluttering open only to be greeted by an unfamiliar pair of  Reddish brown or was it red  eyes ?  Shoichi couldn’t tell underneath synthetic lights.    ❝  Hello —– the door , it  won’t open. ❞ Ah, he’s still thinks he’s in the right place.

          When he does wake, those eyes will actually be any shade between red and brown depending on their terminal’s mood and the shifting light.  However, he really shouldn’t be sleeping on the floor -- it’s rather cold out tonight and the hallway is no exception.

                               “Well, yes, of course.  This isn’t your apartment.                                  Are you even on the right floor?”

          ( press x to doubt. )  Though he is slightly concerned about what this young man was doing just before passing out in front of his door, he’s not about to let him freeze to death in the middle of a nap.

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cloudedblades‌:

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By mid-afternoon of the second day, Garm had officially outgrown any normal wolf - not that he’d been much of a wolf in the first place. In fact, in all honesty, he acted more like an actual dog than anything else; he was always curious and happy to meet new people, though he didn’t seem to care for cars. Perhaps the most odd part of all was that he neither barked nor howled, though he made plenty of other noises.

At the moment, Garm had discovered his new favorite thing: the beach. The oversized wolf played around in the waves like any human-bred dog might, exhibiting all the joy one would expect from a two-day-old pup. Personally, Cloud was just happy to be able to eat lunch while sitting down for a change, even if it was a pretty cold day out.

Sadly, of course, it couldn’t last forever. Not everyone caught Garm’s attention, but sooner or later, somebody would. This time, apparently, his attention was caught by some purple-haired figure along the boardwalk at the beach’s edge.

Cloud looked back at Garm, who returned his gaze - and then broke into a sprint. Cloud chased after him whistling - he’d been trying to teach Garm to stop on command - but as usual, Garm didn’t listen Cloud gave up and just piled on more speed, trying to catch the wolf (or at least the leash) before he got too close.

Seriously, when had the wolf gotten so damned fast?

          The day is cold, and that causes the young man to wrap his sweater around himself with a bit more force than necessary as a gust blows nearly right through him.  Scrunching up his nose, he feels the chill wind rake through his hair as he takes a step forward.  Hands come up to smooth down his hair again with a slight pout.  He’d originally had the idea to go to the beach because it is a bit more open than the other places in this new city, and the surface does make him so ... claustrophobic.           Lockon has gone off to try to find some hot coffees for them ( “even if you don’t need the caffeine, tieria, it’ll warm you up.” ), and so the violet Meister is left on his own for a short while.  While having Lockon back as a gift ( and such a gift it is ) is nothing short of beautiful, both of them have always enjoyed their space.           Though the cold is making him wish he could subtly press just a bit closer to a certain someone.           At the sharp whistle, he turns and with a jolt of shock catches a shape barreling toward him at top speed. ( is...is that a wolf? )           It is indeed a wolf!  And at that revelation the Innovade, having no weapons and not being entirely certain on how to fight off a wolf -- with someone running behind it --, hops up onto the guardrail and pulls his feet out of the line of fire with an undignified exclamation.

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@dxstinysword​‌:

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Shinn was in a bad spot, after finding some cover with his severely damaged Impulse Gundam, he was hoping to let whatever attacking force that rushed him to pass on and over. But with his radar scrambled, Shinn was slow to see an unknown Mobile Suit approach him, to his surprise, it was another Gundam but one unknown to him.

Dammit…

“Pilot of the unknown Mobile Suit, don’t shoot, I am damaged and not combat effective. I’m coming out of my cockpit.”

          Being sent out on recon in a rebuilt Raphael, the Innovade had hardly expected another Gundam this far out.  Cautiously ( though with an admitted amount of curiosity ) he had approached.  VEDA had hinted at the possibility of other mobile suits, but not at a certainty.           At the hail, he patches through on the same frequency, his tone relatively apathetic but not unkind.

                              “Pilot of the unknown Gundam, I am not here to                                harm you.    I saw your unit and came to check.                                 Are you injured?”

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@birbess​‌:

               Umber eyes widen a fraction at the unforeseen revelation. Although glad that her imprudent confession has been met neither with humiliation nor degradation, it’s still astonishing to hear that someone else has contended with otherworldly beings. True, he could be fibbing, but there seems to be unfeigned sincerity in his voice. Besides, what’s far more bemusing - far more confounding - is the fact that miscomprehension instigated hostilities. ❝ You’re joking. What kind of MISUNDERSTANDING leads someone to DESTROY an entire planet? ❞

           He frowns slightly at that.  It’s not a good memory, even if it did work out in the end.  The ELS ... humanity was unprepared.  The encounter had been so ... costly.  The Innovade himself had died, even if death is not the same for him as humans ( not that he’s about to tell a complete stranger that, in any part. ).  A part of him burns with curiosity for her story, but she’s asked for his first, so he can sate that desire afterwards.

                              “Mn ... the aliens that visited us were running from                                something that was destroying their home planet,                                running     towards     us.  Panicked, they started                                attacking humanity,     and so humanity retaliated.                                 That’s about as much to it as there is.    The battle                                was   mostly   in   space,      but   there   were   ...                                 repercussions on the ground.”

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@ziodynero​‌:

“My bad! I didn’t mean it for you though!” Ryuji apologized, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “I was just airin’ out my frustrations about my old man.” 

                    An unimpressed look to the side through thin glasses has just an air of utter judgment seeping out.  “Mmhm ... and is there any chance he’d hear you in the middle of a public street?”

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@vclours‌:

“I didn’t, not yet anyway.” The brevity which he answers attests to all kind of bitter emotions he’s feeling at being left out of the gift distributing fiasco. Though in retrospect, it’s probably for the best.

“You may want to start getting used to it, you’ll be toyed with incessantly whilst you’re here.”

                              “Maybe you’ve just been so naughty these                                gods didn’t even bother.”

          ( Oh, Mr. Erde, one day that tongue of yours will get you in trouble. )  But he’s smirking, a playful edge toward his companion -- he is in a very good mood: Lockon himself has been returned to him!  It’s...warm. ( how strange. )

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@dxstinysword​‌:

“It makes me antsy. Space it’s self is fine, but just this quiet, it makes me tense.”

                    “Humans are like that.  Too much silence and you all get nervous.”

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          Claret eyes have been downcast for two days now.  The gift he’d been given -- perhaps it was by the chaotic “god” after all, instead of the benevolent one.           His Lockon is gone.           Just...vanished.  Suddenly, swiftly, abruptly, just as he was gone the first t--           ( stop.  you’re in the middle of the damn street.  pull yourself together. )           He is so wrapped up in his internal processing that he doesn’t dodge when he’s in the same path as someone else; instead, they collide, like an accident predestined.  Stumbling a bit, he pushes his glasses up onto his nose  before murmuring,

                              “Sorry, wasn’t paying atten--”

          And then he sees precisely who he’s crashed in to.

                              “L - Lockon?”

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coded; i must go now to work, but i have new icons, so please look at this precious soft boy.

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@willflxwer​‌:

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The goddess was doing something she liked to do best: get out and explore. This time with a definite purpose, given the new situation she suddenly found herself in. And at the very least this seemed like a fairly nice place; her area of this ‘Spirale’ city was fairly clean looking, a ‘modern’ futuristic-leaning human city aesthetic with many attractions and institutions one might expect from that description. Of course, anything she was able to discern felt so…surface-level. The thrum of soul and will, many sentiences organizing and pursuing their affairs, all clustered together to intersect was every bit as important to the Lady as the physical activity on display, and being isolated from the energy those mortal hearts spun felt…Meraki supposed the closest mortal description would be homesick, given the deity’s accustomed mode of existence. What hopes, dreams, thoughts, fears was she not privy to? What darkness and light in this place’s currents-

And that bit of existential navel-gazing got cut short as The Eternal Flower feels something slightly impact her upper body. Thankfully minor, even in this state. She looks down to see a small plastic frisbee, and a brief searching glance reveal a few children standing a bit aways awkwardly. She liked children; little balls of light and potential, so much future ahead of them to make their own. Plus there was the old divine standby of mortals in general being kinda her kids…although she’d also sorta consider them parental figures too…or maybe siblings? Her divine metaphysics were somewhat complicated. On a more important note, she waves over smiling and picks the toy up.

“Don’t worry guys, I’ll live.” She chuckles. “Get ready, I’ll pass it back!” They get a bit more distance, apparently eager to meet the challenge. That’s the spirit guys, Meraki smiles to herself as she winds up the toss. It takes until the split second after it leaves her hand to realise she probably put a tad too much arm in it, having casually applied a championship level disc toss without thinking. She was quite used to gauging applied force, having needed to hold back literally godlike power in the past, but that was something fairly distinct from managing the output of a body that could actually needed to try to achieve such mundane actions. All the Spirit could do was stare as the frisbee rockets over the children’s heads…and right into the path of a passerby if her ballpark calculus was up to par. At least it might still veer that slight bit off course…right? “Watch out!” It was all she could currently do to shout a warning, bereft of the multiple ways of stopping or intercepting the accident normally available. This was quite embarrassing.

          The city makes him claustrophobic, as do all places with gravity -- it is not natural, it is not his home.  Space...is free.  Free-floating, free from all the wild entanglements humans dream up for themselves.  He had been home, in VEDA, free from even a corporeal body, when he found himself in this place.  And, though nobody would quite realize it ( only one person had ever been able to truly read tieria erde ), he is...unstable.  He is nervous, trapped.  He willfully refuses to think about it, because that train of thought will only lead to upset.           Fortunately, there’s a cry interrupting him before he can begin to struggle.

          He’s in the process of turning before he is clocked in the head by the offending piece of plastic, causing him to flinch.  While not painful, it does spark some irritation.  The toy bounces off the ground and rolls a little ways before vibrating to a collapse, and he glares at it.  Turning to look at the fool who threw such a thing, he spies a woman with violet hair looking rather embarrassed on the other side of some children.           ( there are too many people.  this is why i hate the surface. )           He scoops the frisbee up before waiting to cross the street and return it to the children without throwing it.  After answering a curt, “I’m fine,” to their concerned gazes, he finally gives his attention to his attacker.

                              “Do you possess not enough skill to properly                                 throw a round piece of plastic?”

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@dxstinysword​‌:

“You know if I can be honest…I really can’t stand the silence. It makes me uneasy like something is about to happen.”

                    “ -- Really?  I enjoy the silence.  People bring about too much background noise.  Space is silent by itself, you know; there’s no particles to pass along sound waves.”

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