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legionworld2016-02-14 09:47 pm
mirror_soldier) wrote in legionworld2016-02-14 09:47 pm
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Another head hangs lowly
Who| Thad and anyone
What| A new arrival being lonely without his AI buddy and finally giving into socializing. Kind of.
Where| Various sections of the Habitat deck. You can feel free to tag him in his own section of the deck as well.
When| After "Whistling in the Dark"
Warnings/Notes| None, beyond the general mild warning of there being some mention of how he was raised.
A replication of Craydl had sounded good when he had requested it. When asked about what kind of environment he would want, he hadn't really had any other ideas on what to say. It wasn't an exact replication by any means; when he'd described it, he'd felt the need to keep it purposefully vague, giving a general idea and outlining the superficial aspects of the construction, but leaving most decisions on layout up to the builders.
The end result was that, while it did look a lot like Craydl, it was different enough to feel wrong. Worst of all, was how empty it felt without Craydl's voice chiming in throughout the day; no witty or sarcastic comments when he was being too serious or getting too caught up in a project, no advice or chiding mother hen attitude when he wasn't sleeping enough or wasn't eating as much as he should. There had been times he'd found all of those things annoying, but now, even in the short time he'd been here, there had been more than one occurrence of him unintentionally speaking up to talk to the AI that wasn't there.
Despite all the people on Legion World and the fact that he could speak to any of them at a moments notice if he chose to, he'd never felt so utterly on his own. Not that he had done much to reach out to anyone since he'd been pulled here. Outside of doing maintenance and repairs he'd agreed to help with (which there seemed to be no shortage of), he'd hardly left his part of the Habitat deck.
The longer he spent in the building the more that unfamiliar feeling of loneliness weighed on him. The maze of grated floors and machinery began to feel both hollow and constricting; less like 'home' and more like an elaborate prison. Eventually, the feeling was uncomfortable enough to finally push him out.
Outside of his little lair was a stretch of what resembled an Alabama forest, and among all the trees, his warehouse of a building stuck out like a sore thumb but despite the stark difference, or maybe because of it, it felt more comforting than the imitation of Craydl. Still, comforting or not, there was only so much one could get from wandering the same patch of forest, and eventually curiosity and listlessness have the speedster cautiously exploring the other sections of the Habitat deck.
It was interesting to see just how different each section was. One moment you could be on a beach, the next in the middle of a city, a garden, or on a mountain side. It really was amazing the lengths the Legion went to, to make the beings in their care comfortable, as well as the various environments those people chose. It doesn't take long for him to get lost to curiosity and drop his guard, not caring quite as much if he's caught looking around. Or at least, not caring until he has been caught.
Any sign of another persons presence or any attempt to interact with the teen will have him acting startled and skittish, like a wild animal that's been cornered and is trying to judge whether it would be better to run or attack. While an attack is very unlikely, there is a good chance of hearing an insincere "I didn't mean to disturb you" spoken a little too fast.
What| A new arrival being lonely without his AI buddy and finally giving into socializing. Kind of.
Where| Various sections of the Habitat deck. You can feel free to tag him in his own section of the deck as well.
When| After "Whistling in the Dark"
Warnings/Notes| None, beyond the general mild warning of there being some mention of how he was raised.
A replication of Craydl had sounded good when he had requested it. When asked about what kind of environment he would want, he hadn't really had any other ideas on what to say. It wasn't an exact replication by any means; when he'd described it, he'd felt the need to keep it purposefully vague, giving a general idea and outlining the superficial aspects of the construction, but leaving most decisions on layout up to the builders.
The end result was that, while it did look a lot like Craydl, it was different enough to feel wrong. Worst of all, was how empty it felt without Craydl's voice chiming in throughout the day; no witty or sarcastic comments when he was being too serious or getting too caught up in a project, no advice or chiding mother hen attitude when he wasn't sleeping enough or wasn't eating as much as he should. There had been times he'd found all of those things annoying, but now, even in the short time he'd been here, there had been more than one occurrence of him unintentionally speaking up to talk to the AI that wasn't there.
Despite all the people on Legion World and the fact that he could speak to any of them at a moments notice if he chose to, he'd never felt so utterly on his own. Not that he had done much to reach out to anyone since he'd been pulled here. Outside of doing maintenance and repairs he'd agreed to help with (which there seemed to be no shortage of), he'd hardly left his part of the Habitat deck.
The longer he spent in the building the more that unfamiliar feeling of loneliness weighed on him. The maze of grated floors and machinery began to feel both hollow and constricting; less like 'home' and more like an elaborate prison. Eventually, the feeling was uncomfortable enough to finally push him out.
Outside of his little lair was a stretch of what resembled an Alabama forest, and among all the trees, his warehouse of a building stuck out like a sore thumb but despite the stark difference, or maybe because of it, it felt more comforting than the imitation of Craydl. Still, comforting or not, there was only so much one could get from wandering the same patch of forest, and eventually curiosity and listlessness have the speedster cautiously exploring the other sections of the Habitat deck.
It was interesting to see just how different each section was. One moment you could be on a beach, the next in the middle of a city, a garden, or on a mountain side. It really was amazing the lengths the Legion went to, to make the beings in their care comfortable, as well as the various environments those people chose. It doesn't take long for him to get lost to curiosity and drop his guard, not caring quite as much if he's caught looking around. Or at least, not caring until he has been caught.
Any sign of another persons presence or any attempt to interact with the teen will have him acting startled and skittish, like a wild animal that's been cornered and is trying to judge whether it would be better to run or attack. While an attack is very unlikely, there is a good chance of hearing an insincere "I didn't mean to disturb you" spoken a little too fast.
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"No issues with back problems. Thankfully, a speedster metabolism can do wonders for one's longevity, and durability." When the speedforce wasn't backfiring that is. The cloning process and genetic alterations also played a hand in this, but he preferred to still keep that to himself for the time being.