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WEEK 6 - Investigation
| the pygmalion. . . ONLINE  CAPTAIN'S LOG: WEEK (6) |
friday (?) survivors  Friday comes, and with it, another alarm. At 10:00 AM, a chaotic, dark song plays, more explicitly sinister in tone than previous alarms. As usual, it refuses to stop until you exit your room. The atmosphere seems to change as soon as you open your door, as if you have been left out of something cataclysmic; you feel compelled to explore. Tentatively, you leave your safe haven. taken list profiles setting rulebook ENTER COMMAND_ |
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> Clover
you get to pick one, my man
and we are picking the latter, it looks like, because the screeching most certainly does not stop. She only yells louder when Machias raises his voice, but doesn't quiet when he does.]
Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! [His words may mean something later, may process into something significant when she isn't forcing the thought Light, Light, Light, Light past her pain, but right now it's nothing but in her way, Machias and Frankenstein are nothing but in her way, anything that isn't bringing her to her brother is keeping her from him and she has to get rid of it, she's already wasted so much time.]
I SAID LET ME GO!
[And she's wrenching her arm out of Machias's grip and punching him in the fucking face.]
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That said, Frankenstein again can't help but think that he understands. If he was kept away from the one person who meant the world to him, he certainly wouldn't be calm either. He's not able to stop the punch - not when he's trying to keep Clover restrained - and that's why he's choosing to stop that for now.]
Go to him.
Please, be careful with yourself. [A pause and - a little too late, but sincerely:] I'm sorry for keeping you.
[He'll let Clover go then, moving to examine Machias. He'll go back to Clover in a moment to make sure that she doesn't worsen her injuries and stays alive, probably sealing in the bad end while he's at it, but for now he doesn't think he has the right to intrude any longer.]
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Needless to say Frankenstein was absolutely right in his earlier evaluation of how Clover would fare against Machias, because the force of her fist to the bridge of his nose is enough to knock him clear off her and also have him instinctively cover the spot as he lets loose a loud curse.
It's going to take him a few minutes to get himself together because goddess this actually hurts. Trails of blood is slowly trickling down from where he's holding a hand over the injury. ]
Ugh... [ Since these glasses are fucking broken, he's going to take them off now. And keep his chin down, but he'll flash a brief glance back at Frankenstein. ] ... Do you think we went a little too far?
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She doesn't make it a full step through the doorway. All at once the fight drains from her, takes the fire from her expression and the color from her face because it's impossible to miss the sight of her brother's body from here.]
No.
[And she crumples to the floor like her strings have been cut, hands coming to cover her face, fingers clawing at her hair.]
No, no, no, no, no...
[She has lost track of how many times she has had this dream in the past week—the past month and a half, the past year and decade. This fear has followed her for as long as she can remember, she doesn't know a life lived without it, but she would wake up and it would be okay, she would find him again and it would be okay. He only ever told her that things were okay. Every nerve in her pulsates with pain and there are no broken bones this time, there's no promise of a way home, there's his body in front of her and no way to bring him back to her again like there always has been and everything in her, all at once, shuts down.
Light. Light, Light, Light, Light, Light.
There's no response. It has never been so quiet.]
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Frankenstein's just going to sigh at that, taking the bandages that Machias managed to faithfully retrieve and now definitely wadding them up. He'll do a quick examination, taking Machias's chin into his hand and turning the boy's face to evaluate.]
I did, you didn't. You really should've ducked. [THANKS DAD, teach him your karma houdini skills next apparently. Regardless he's going to go ahead and put the wadded bandages in Machias's hand.] It's not broken, but be gentle with it regardless.
[ . . . and then he sighs.]
Do you think you still have the strength to watch over her?
[Because Frankenstein will be doing so, even if Clover doesn't want him to - at the very least until someone better equipped to console her is available to do so.]
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I should have expected that, though I'm not about to fault you for what happened. [ He's just going to keep those wadded up bandages over his nose and try to stem the bleeding. ] I can't say I blame her either, all things considered. I'd have done the same thing in her shoes.
[ He winces a bit as he keeps his hand over the affected area. Ugh, his eyes still feel watery from that impact, gross. ]
I'll be all right - I'm more concerned about Clover, honestly. [ He glances over to her - not that he can actually see clearly, but she's clearly slumped over. ] She's going through a lot right now - a lot more than either of us can even begin to comprehend. No matter what, we shouldn't leave her alone.
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[Which is sort of just... fact. Frankenstein is going to walk into the medical bay then, nose wrinkling at the fact that it's still such a mess honestly, and then he'll approach. The lines of his shoulders tense as he sees Light's body and - he knows that he came in here for Clover, he does - he can't help but let some of his own emotion show.
In the end, he's still human. It's quiet, but underneath his breath there is still a muttered-]
... Unforgivable.
[He glances at Clover before kneeling beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder. At about this time, the robots come in before Frankenstein gives in to the urge to perform an autopsy right now.]
... Clover, we should go. Can you stand?
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It's so quiet. There should be something, any kind of morphogenetic feedback, the background static of his thoughts, unconscious signals she can't not pick up—nothing. The silence drowns out everything else and she has never felt so empty.
If it wasn't for the slow sound of her breathing, too easy to miss without really looking for it, she could be dead, too.]
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So instead Machias is going to gently grasp her shoulder and arm, gently trying to encourage her up but at the same time not forcing her. ]
... I know it’s a lot to ask, but we can’t stay here. We’re going to bring you over to the viewport and have a look at your injuries there. Is that all right with you, Clover?
[ The viewport should be safe and still relatively close enough to run and grab more supplies if needed. Machias pauses for another moment, hesitating and taking in another breath. Though he's not sure if this will warrant another punch, it still doesn't stop him from another round of trying to reach out to her. ]
It’s not easy, is it? [ The hand on her shoulder is definitely a warm one, though very gentle. It's not forceful at all. ] Believe me, it’s the worst feeling in the world and I can’t even begin to imagine what you’re going through right now. But… we—you have to keep going. You have to stay strong — if not for the rest of us, then... at least for your brother. All right?
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His steps are even and - Machias will have to provide the kind, heartfelt words because Frankenstein has never been good at them. Comfort has never been his area of expertise, opting for either hiding the truth or giving too much of it. It's actually probably better for him to stay silent.
.... except.
There is one thing.
He ducks his head to Clover, his voice dropping so that there is something only for her to hear.]
I imagine now isn't the time - but I do have something for you. Don't forget... but don't feel the need to rush into it either. [And he straightens once more, his expression growing saddened.] Feel what you need to.
All things in due time.
[Grief is something that he's kept locked away for centuries.
But even he felt it once.]
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Her brother is dead. So much of who she is has been built around him, he is stability and safety and the only constant she's ever had. Without that, what's left of her?
It's so quiet. It's never been so quiet.
They're off to the viewport. She has no objection, no approval, nothing at all.]