Seems like it. [ Not nearly as enthused. ] People wake up and go back to sleep all the time.
[ Scanning the room one last time, gaze falling from corner to corner, he indicates he's moving on with a nod. His footsteps fall heavy on the frozen carbon flooring. ]
I don't know whether or not we get to decide if we're done.
[Henry huffs through his nose, keeping close on his heels. He doesn't want to think about the possibility of those he knows here going back to sleep, so he chooses not to. It sounds rougher than he'd like: as much as he's good at socializing with just about anyone, over time, he's begun to realize how much significance a person can have. He doesn't like the thought of being in Mikazuki's position.]
How long have you been awake, then? Maybe they decide based on time... Which still sounds dumb, if you ask me.
Yeah. [ He agrees, without pretense. If it's rough, he's not giving much indication of it, though that's more on purpose than he can rightly hide. ] It's pretty annoying.
[ But he's not going to be the first to rebel despite his wild streak and the howling mass of claws and aggression he pilots. ]
I think it's been... a year, maybe. Everyone woke up at the same time, but they all went back to the Moon differently.
[ If there's a pattern, well. Not his strongest suit. He's a brawler not a scholar. ]
[Henry's not about to buckle down and look for a pattern in the returns if it's not readily evident, either, and it sure doesn't sound like it's anything worth noting. But it's concerning that those Mikazuki knows have returned to their pods without rhyme or reason.
He'll focus on another point of interest. He lights up, interested.]
Wow. A year? I got the feeling that all of this strife and such had some history, but I had no idea that they've been waking refugees for a year already! [It only instills in him the realization that he could have very well been asleep for a year... or even longer!] What do they keep you busy with, then? Have you gotten to fight in any cool battles? I was under the impression that there was strife, but so far all I've had to do is brave the cold. Pssh.
[ Treading down the abandoned hall, shards of ice mixed with shards of metal, the path isn't level thanks to the hull's position stuck in the earth. He'll have to take care to not just slide down further into the ship's interior. ]
Mostly, you just try to live the best you can. There were a couple battles... I don't know about "cool", though. Olympia and Wyver are always fighting, but the dragon changed that.
Dragon, dragon... You mean that one you could see from the ship that seemed to give everyone the heebie-jeebies?
[Y..severai? Close enough. He can't quite remember, but watching over a sight like that instilled him with that unshakeable feeling, sure, but also something familiar. He'd still call that neat.]
How'd that go? Did somebody incur the wrath of a fell dragon and pay the price in blood for it? [That's how it would go according to his faith, anyway! A simple formula, to him.]
It was the king's son. Wyver's. Apparently the dragon was killed a long time ago, but he brought it back to life.
[ Mikazuki comes from a future full of backwater Martian towns and technology, his magic knowledge, including necromancy, isn't all that impressive. It's with a shrug-like gesture that he comes to a stop before the ship's incline steepens. ]
He got eaten, in the end.
[ His lack of remorse is pretty telling, as for what he thinks about it. ]
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[ Scanning the room one last time, gaze falling from corner to corner, he indicates he's moving on with a nod. His footsteps fall heavy on the frozen carbon flooring. ]
I don't know whether or not we get to decide if we're done.
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[Henry huffs through his nose, keeping close on his heels. He doesn't want to think about the possibility of those he knows here going back to sleep, so he chooses not to. It sounds rougher than he'd like: as much as he's good at socializing with just about anyone, over time, he's begun to realize how much significance a person can have. He doesn't like the thought of being in Mikazuki's position.]
How long have you been awake, then? Maybe they decide based on time... Which still sounds dumb, if you ask me.
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[ But he's not going to be the first to rebel despite his wild streak and the howling mass of claws and aggression he pilots. ]
I think it's been... a year, maybe. Everyone woke up at the same time, but they all went back to the Moon differently.
[ If there's a pattern, well. Not his strongest suit. He's a brawler not a scholar. ]
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He'll focus on another point of interest. He lights up, interested.]
Wow. A year? I got the feeling that all of this strife and such had some history, but I had no idea that they've been waking refugees for a year already! [It only instills in him the realization that he could have very well been asleep for a year... or even longer!] What do they keep you busy with, then? Have you gotten to fight in any cool battles? I was under the impression that there was strife, but so far all I've had to do is brave the cold. Pssh.
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Mostly, you just try to live the best you can. There were a couple battles... I don't know about "cool", though. Olympia and Wyver are always fighting, but the dragon changed that.
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[Y..severai? Close enough. He can't quite remember, but watching over a sight like that instilled him with that unshakeable feeling, sure, but also something familiar. He'd still call that neat.]
How'd that go? Did somebody incur the wrath of a fell dragon and pay the price in blood for it? [That's how it would go according to his faith, anyway! A simple formula, to him.]
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[ Mikazuki comes from a future full of backwater Martian towns and technology, his magic knowledge, including necromancy, isn't all that impressive. It's with a shrug-like gesture that he comes to a stop before the ship's incline steepens. ]
He got eaten, in the end.
[ His lack of remorse is pretty telling, as for what he thinks about it. ]