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legionworld2016-02-12 02:59 am
legionnpcs) wrote in legionworld2016-02-12 02:59 am
Party Down
Who| Everyone!
What| A party
Where| In the Sim Rooms
When| After "Whistling in the Dark"
Warnings/Notes| N/A
Avoiding the destruction of Legion World was more than enough reason to throw a party, especially since its destruction could've meant the Lunar Debris Field might have fallen out of its orbit onto Earth. After Legion World's repairs were underway and the ship was mostly safe again, the old-timer Legionnaires decided to throw a little party in celebration of the newbies getting through their first trial by fire.
Even though duty might call them away, they all figured on being able to spend at least a little time hanging out with the rookies.
One of the Sim Rooms proved itself to be the best place to have a party, since the inside could be made as big as they needed it to be. In one section they had a massive setup for laser tag, and in another area there were games and food and couches in a massive square.
Times like these weren't going to be easy to come by, if the kind of crisis the Lux had caused was any indication, so it was time to enjoy their free time while they had it.
What| A party
Where| In the Sim Rooms
When| After "Whistling in the Dark"
Warnings/Notes| N/A
Avoiding the destruction of Legion World was more than enough reason to throw a party, especially since its destruction could've meant the Lunar Debris Field might have fallen out of its orbit onto Earth. After Legion World's repairs were underway and the ship was mostly safe again, the old-timer Legionnaires decided to throw a little party in celebration of the newbies getting through their first trial by fire.
Even though duty might call them away, they all figured on being able to spend at least a little time hanging out with the rookies.
One of the Sim Rooms proved itself to be the best place to have a party, since the inside could be made as big as they needed it to be. In one section they had a massive setup for laser tag, and in another area there were games and food and couches in a massive square.
Times like these weren't going to be easy to come by, if the kind of crisis the Lux had caused was any indication, so it was time to enjoy their free time while they had it.
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Information was useful, especially in a world where he knew nothing. Back home, he'd had his whole life to learn everything he could about his world and the major players in it, and he'd built a reliable network to fall back on when coming up against new unknowns. Here, he was starting fresh and it was more than a little irritating.
But all that aside, he just liked to know things.
"In your case, I just don't understand why someone who dislikes people so much is on a team that's apparently all about saving and helping others."
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"I'll go back to your previous question. You asked what else I resent my world's politicians for." There were quite a few things he could've resented them for. Like his exile, for instance. But that was a recent development and didn't matter that much when he never wanted to go back anyway. "Brainiac 5 is a title that was given to me by my people when I was born; my given name is actually Querl Dox. The first Brainiac was an infamous interplanetary criminal responsible for atrocities on my own world, Colu, and on many others. Every consecutive Brainiac in my family line was either morally bankrupt or openly villainous and most of them caused catastrophic harm to others."
He tapped his temple.
"My family line is also known for their intellect, which surpasses the highest range possible for normal Coluans -- a mutation caused by augmentations the original Brainiac performed on himself."
It wasn't a title he chose, was the point he was making. It was a legacy he was born into. A very dark one.
"My mother left the day I was born and my legal guardians were two politicians that sought to use my intellect to further their political careers -- largely because Colugov saw the Brainic intellect as an important commodity, something to be used in service of the planetary interest. I was considered something like royalty -- and state property."
That was reason enough to resent them.
"There is the answer to your first question." A pause. "The answer to the other, that you haven't quite phrased as a question: 'what the sprock happened to make you choose this life when you so clearly dislike being around most sentient beings?'"
That really was the other question in play.
"Colugov sent me to join the Legion against my will. Among peers my own age. Who were all exceptional sentient beings that over time showed me kindness and warmth I didn't think sentient beings were capable of. They also showed me the value of such sentiments as compassion and mercy -- important and highly logical externalities that allow for the continued existence of civilized society." He smiled slightly. "So, in answer to your second not-quite question: Because I made friends. Good ones. All of whom had excellent priorities."
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"...How touching."
He'd meant it to come across dryly, intentionally inconsiderate to distance himself from the whole subject. But it doesn't quite work. Too much of that sounded too familiar, even with all the wild differences born of this crazy space world. His lips pursed into something like a frown and he looked away back to the rest of the party.
"I'm not sure if that counted for my turn or not."
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"You may have another if you like. Or it can be mine. Your choice."
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Still frowning, Saralegui glanced down at his drink and sniffed.
"Is this alcoholic?"
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One of the many perks of the 31st century -- people could get drunk as shit and not get addicted or be hungover in the morning.
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That explained it. Pulling a face, Saralegui set the drink down and pushed it away for good measure.
"That makes it your turn."
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So he wasn't going to ask about the past.
"Perhaps one about your future then, instead of the past: when you leave this place and go home, what will you bring with you?" A pause. "You can interpret that as some kind of existential or philosophical question, but there's also knowledge. Technology -- we would allow you to have some."
It was something they all needed to think about. Even now. There was so much they could take with them and the Legion didn't particularly plan on barring them from much of it.
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It wasn't really much of an answer beyond I still need to think about it. He turned a curious gaze on Brainy, arching an eyebrow.
"What do you think a world like mine would find most useful?"
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He took a sip from his drink.
"You would have to be careful about how quickly you introduced such advancements -- there are always societal problems that arise -- but you could vastly improve the quality of life of the residents of your world."
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A pause, and he frowned, playing now with the ends of his hair for lack of a cup in his hands.
"I don't suppose any of this world's technology runs on magic energy, though."
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"No. Thank sprock." A pause. "For the most part."
He rolled his eyes. The only reason he was telling Saralegui this was because he didn't believe in withholding such information.
But he hated magic. Hated it.
"Sorcerers' World may perhaps have...data -- I refuse to call it science -- regarding magical energy sources. Unlike the rest of the UP, it's a world that sees fit to regularly defy the laws of physics. It's where most magic-users that exist in the UP come from -- or where they receive training."
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"All the people here have impossible powers, and you're getting stuck on magic?" Saralegui said, leaning in a little. Brainy certainly didn't try to hide his distaste with the whole thing. "I think you could stand to be a bit more open-minded."
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"Meta abilities, though they seem magical or fantastic, have very organic roots in biology, physiology, physics, and biochemistry. If you understand these fields with enough proficiency you can see how these abilities -- while seemingly unnatural -- are in keeping with the normal physical laws of the universe."
He sank down in his seat, all broody-like.
"Magic, on the other hand, has no rules. It doesn't obey the physical laws of the universe that all other matter and energy in existence obeys. It may have internally coherent rules but how it intersects and alters reality betrays all possible natural laws."
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His expression remained cool, but there was just the hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth like he almost relished being able to say it. It was an odd thing for anyone to take such an issue with, though -- magic was as natural a thing as any of his sciences. Honestly, it sounded like Brainy was just trying to justify his not liking the one thing he didn't understand.
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It was said with a slight smirk this time.
That was one of the staff members came up to Brainy.
"Um, Mr. Five, sir, we've having a slight problem with the phase variance shifters in the threshold room. A few of us have taken a look at it, but..."
Brainy stood up, placing his empty glass on a nearby tray.
"Uh, sir, have you been drinking?" asked the staff member, eying the glass.
"Yes. Fortunately, the Coluan metabolism means I won't be engineering under the influence. Besides, I could repair this drunk or possibly in my sleep. Or both, if it were possible." He turned to Saralegui and inclined his head politely. "Duty beckons."
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"Have fun," he said, already standing to find himself some other entertainment. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it more than you were enjoying all this."