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legionworld2017-07-30 08:57 pm
goddamngrenades) wrote in legionworld2017-07-30 08:57 pm
Entry tags:
Monday you can fall apart Tuesday, Wednesday break my heart
Who| York & You
What| Getting an upgrade, a therapy pet, and reality check.
Where| Legion World
When| After North's Shoescapade
Warnings/Notes| N/A
[ Legion Medical ]
It's...an adjustment, getting the eye back. After so long with that frosted glass over his vision, the cloudy veil over what he can and can't see? Suddenly having a clear view of everything (Plus HUD courtesy of delta) is...a little jarring and a lot relieving. It'll mean training up his everything all over again but- he feels confident that it'll be a smoothish transition. Post surgery he's going through the motions of touching his nose and reading shit off the wall before they cut him loose to wander, staring out with two clear eyes- well. one clear and one ringed with luminescent green. Also courtesy of Delta.
He's bouncing a ball off the wall as he walks, catching it with little judges of luck and a lot of help from Delta to track it before it goes wide and rolls around the corner where he can't catch it without jogging to grab it. "Aw man- toss it back?"
[ Mess Hall ]
There's a little grey ball of feathers and fur curled up on York's head, wide green eyes flicking from point to point as it chirrups. Such a small chittering sound- but York without missing a beat peels off a strand of a fruit or protein laden stick meant to replicate a grub and holds it up for that tiny mouth to snap it up. He is, on the whole, sitting very, very still. Anyone that asks will be introduced to 'Emu' because that is, of course, the only thing the damn darling will answer to (thanks Wash).
[ Training Gym ]
A - Eye on the Prize
Range time is important- doubly so now that he's got a built in tactical zoom with the eye, targeting reticle for a pupil and all of Delta's helpful little instructions zipping across his vision in real time. Handguns to assault rifles to throwing his little marble grenades- gauging distance and angle and running through what he needs more work on (everything) while falling back into the old habit of beatboxing under his breath with every set of targets. A little like before and a lot like, well, now. Next up: Parkour.
On Hard Mode.
B - Heel to Toe
Yeah this was a shit idea. Running through once with the eye in regular shoes? Okay! Not too terrible, he only wiped out like. Twice. Running through a simplified track with the eye and heels? Ha. Ha ha oh god he makes his jumps but rolls right off the ledge, slips and falls on his ass, or misses his mark and lands on the mats he'd laid out double thick because he kind of saw this coming, even if he hoped he would be hitting the ground so much. He could (and does) catch himself with the flight ring if the fall's too far but- he wants to swing this on his own. Ugh. After another round of eating mat he pops the shoes off and pulls on an eyepatch to run through it like he would've the week before. No distractions, no additions.
[ Closed to Tucker ]
"So how 'bout that sparring match, bro?" He shoots off the message while the steady thud of the ball he's using to practice tracking with the new eye rattles around his bar- and the quiet chitter of Emu requesting treats lays in the background. Under that? Idle acoustic music Delta's chosen to calm them both from a day of over-stimulation and bruising while he sits off to the side in his robotic body, folding laundry. "Wanna give me some pointers for sword work in exchange for agility tricks?"
[ Closed to Locus ]
Dealing by not dealing is in fact a thing. Dealing by distracting himself with, well. The eye, Emu (now dozing on his chest as he lounges), and the shoe shit is also a thing but it doesn't work when he takes his bruises and his new eye and stops for a little bit. Time to chill is time to think and to look back at, well. Everything. The night on the beach, the night after his friend date with Azucar (Sombra), the face Sam made when he loomed in. So resigned, so quietly sad. Delta's been spamming him with those Sad Eyes whenever he's had enough of York's circular logic as a way of passive aggressively requesting to be pulled. As much as he'd needed him today to help with the eye adjustment? Now he's kind of over that reminder-
And his brain is STILL locked on that expression. Ugh.
What| Getting an upgrade, a therapy pet, and reality check.
Where| Legion World
When| After North's Shoescapade
Warnings/Notes| N/A
[ Legion Medical ]
It's...an adjustment, getting the eye back. After so long with that frosted glass over his vision, the cloudy veil over what he can and can't see? Suddenly having a clear view of everything (Plus HUD courtesy of delta) is...a little jarring and a lot relieving. It'll mean training up his everything all over again but- he feels confident that it'll be a smoothish transition. Post surgery he's going through the motions of touching his nose and reading shit off the wall before they cut him loose to wander, staring out with two clear eyes- well. one clear and one ringed with luminescent green. Also courtesy of Delta.
He's bouncing a ball off the wall as he walks, catching it with little judges of luck and a lot of help from Delta to track it before it goes wide and rolls around the corner where he can't catch it without jogging to grab it. "Aw man- toss it back?"
[ Mess Hall ]
There's a little grey ball of feathers and fur curled up on York's head, wide green eyes flicking from point to point as it chirrups. Such a small chittering sound- but York without missing a beat peels off a strand of a fruit or protein laden stick meant to replicate a grub and holds it up for that tiny mouth to snap it up. He is, on the whole, sitting very, very still. Anyone that asks will be introduced to 'Emu' because that is, of course, the only thing the damn darling will answer to (thanks Wash).
[ Training Gym ]
A - Eye on the Prize
Range time is important- doubly so now that he's got a built in tactical zoom with the eye, targeting reticle for a pupil and all of Delta's helpful little instructions zipping across his vision in real time. Handguns to assault rifles to throwing his little marble grenades- gauging distance and angle and running through what he needs more work on (everything) while falling back into the old habit of beatboxing under his breath with every set of targets. A little like before and a lot like, well, now. Next up: Parkour.
On Hard Mode.
B - Heel to Toe
Yeah this was a shit idea. Running through once with the eye in regular shoes? Okay! Not too terrible, he only wiped out like. Twice. Running through a simplified track with the eye and heels? Ha. Ha ha oh god he makes his jumps but rolls right off the ledge, slips and falls on his ass, or misses his mark and lands on the mats he'd laid out double thick because he kind of saw this coming, even if he hoped he would be hitting the ground so much. He could (and does) catch himself with the flight ring if the fall's too far but- he wants to swing this on his own. Ugh. After another round of eating mat he pops the shoes off and pulls on an eyepatch to run through it like he would've the week before. No distractions, no additions.
[ Closed to Tucker ]
"So how 'bout that sparring match, bro?" He shoots off the message while the steady thud of the ball he's using to practice tracking with the new eye rattles around his bar- and the quiet chitter of Emu requesting treats lays in the background. Under that? Idle acoustic music Delta's chosen to calm them both from a day of over-stimulation and bruising while he sits off to the side in his robotic body, folding laundry. "Wanna give me some pointers for sword work in exchange for agility tricks?"
[ Closed to Locus ]
Dealing by not dealing is in fact a thing. Dealing by distracting himself with, well. The eye, Emu (now dozing on his chest as he lounges), and the shoe shit is also a thing but it doesn't work when he takes his bruises and his new eye and stops for a little bit. Time to chill is time to think and to look back at, well. Everything. The night on the beach, the night after his friend date with Azucar (Sombra), the face Sam made when he loomed in. So resigned, so quietly sad. Delta's been spamming him with those Sad Eyes whenever he's had enough of York's circular logic as a way of passive aggressively requesting to be pulled. As much as he'd needed him today to help with the eye adjustment? Now he's kind of over that reminder-
And his brain is STILL locked on that expression. Ugh.
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