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thisavrou_log2017-09-25 09:13 pm
shiro2hero) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-09-25 09:13 pm
all along the watchtower
Who: Ex-Residents of Lion House
When: During the mediation center and ingress complex assaults.
Where: Angela Zeigler's old house
What: The remainder of Team Voltron piece themselves back together again.
Warnings: none yet
Notes: tag around, tag whoever, it's the saddest mingle log.
Angela's house is just as it was the last time anyone had stepped in. Dustier, colder. But the furniture is there. The non-perishable and medical supplies are there. It's still got some power to it, and for what isn't online, there's a fireplace and blankets. The smuggled cow is wandering around in back of the house. Out of sight.
It's off the beaten path.
As good a place as any to hunker down, wait out the storm of what might come. Make plans. Figure out what the next step is going to be, once the dust settles.
And address the absences from the household. The quiet where there should be red and blue. Their armor is settled into a chair, empty and waiting. They aren't whole anymore. Now they have to figure out where to go from here.
So nap, talk, make plans - the whole house is yours. It's going to be a long day and a longer night.
When: During the mediation center and ingress complex assaults.
Where: Angela Zeigler's old house
What: The remainder of Team Voltron piece themselves back together again.
Warnings: none yet
Notes: tag around, tag whoever, it's the saddest mingle log.
Angela's house is just as it was the last time anyone had stepped in. Dustier, colder. But the furniture is there. The non-perishable and medical supplies are there. It's still got some power to it, and for what isn't online, there's a fireplace and blankets. The smuggled cow is wandering around in back of the house. Out of sight.
It's off the beaten path.
As good a place as any to hunker down, wait out the storm of what might come. Make plans. Figure out what the next step is going to be, once the dust settles.
And address the absences from the household. The quiet where there should be red and blue. Their armor is settled into a chair, empty and waiting. They aren't whole anymore. Now they have to figure out where to go from here.
So nap, talk, make plans - the whole house is yours. It's going to be a long day and a longer night.
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I'm -- I'm sorry.
I never wanted to hurt you guys. Any of you.
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I told you...I was wrong. I was...letting my fears and worries control me. I knew what I had to do and I knew what I wanted to do, but losing Keith and Lance just...shook me.
But that's done now. And to prove it...
[Darin reaches up and unfastens his cloak. It pools around his feet as he straightens up. His old clothes has seen better days, and after the shadow incident, he was sorely in need of some new attire. Allura had basically chased him to the shopping district where he'd managed to find what he wanted. Combined with the new gear, some of which he'd showcased on their trip to their current location, Darin really seemed to undergo a transformation. Gone was the worn and sleeveless overcoat, replaced with a sky blue vest with goldenrod trim, which flaired out in the back like tuxedo tails. Under it, a pressed and ironed white button down shirt, tucked neatly into slacks, held up with a belt that bore a familiar 'V' on the buckle. His old bracers and boots have been replaced with the same type of armor that the paladins wore; white with sky blue trim, adorned with a small variety of tools and gadgets built right into the armor itself. And across his back, in white and goldenrod, was the same crest that each paladin bore across their chest.]
[He plants his hands on his hips.]
Now, we need to figure out what our next move is.
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[It comes out incredulous. Shaking. The words on the verge of cracking again. It's close. So very close. Here, in Angela's house, where every word was meant to be a release.]
[He ducks his head for a moment, trying to compose himself like he's meant to be. Pushing his hand hard through his hair. And when he looks up, it's with a start.]
[All he does is stare for several long, startled heartbeats.]
When... did you have time for all this...? [But there's no condemnation in the question. Surprise, bemusement. Blue and yellow. You look like a leg, he wants to say. It doesn't happen. Instead he just stares.]
So what was the plan for all this... if I didn't convince you to stick around?
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I've been reverse-engineering Lucio's hard light tech and the tech in Fareeha's armor for months now. I've been applying it to everything I've learned and everything the team has inspired in me. Your bayards, your armor, everything about it, I've been slowly integrating everything I've learned into my own gear, built from scratch and fashioned to supplement the team. None of your bayards change into anything defensive, so I've been developing projected hard light shields, like what you saw the other day. My other bracer houses a grappling hook, like the one I built into Fareeha's armor. My boots have jump jets installed in the heels for reconnaissance and added maneuverability in rough terrain. The armor is tougher than titanium but flexible and malleable. It also regulates body temperature and, in the event of a sprain or fracture...
[He turns one of the knobs on the side of his right knee. His boots and leggings go rigid like steel.]
The armor becomes a brace to cushion and support until first aid can be applied. I was going to implement it in all of your armors once I field tested it some more but...
[He shrugs.]
If I'd left, I'd carry it as a reminder. Of all the things that ever meant anything to me.
And yeah, it shook me. It made me realize just how temporary all of this...everything I have with you all...could potentially be. The fragility of it all.
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[Another day, he'd probably have rolled his eyes, or shaken it off. But today it stings and sticks and burrows in. Something sick under his ribs.]
[He forces himself not to think about it. To focus on what comes next. On... how much of it Pidge would probably appreciate hearing. As much as thinking of Lucio and his tech makes that sick little twinge hurt all the more.]
[Any other day, he thinks, it wouldn't hurt.]
You... really thought of everything. Maybe you should work on the Paladin armor. If... if we ever get a chance. For all of it, not just... that part.
[Another absent, unsteady run of his hand through his hair.]
Darin, I'm sorry. I'm not -- my head isn't in the game right now. [It's foggy and fuzzy and the world feels like it's too sharp, too clear and unreal.] I really am impressed, I ...
[I feel like everything is broken.]
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[Thats maybe a bit of a lie.]
You need to rest. I know you won't but you need to try. Leave the team to me for a bit.
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[It's important to him to say it. Important all of them know he's proud of them.]
I don't think it's physically possible. I'll... go make sure the cow's still in back, where we left it.
[Walk around and clear his head.]
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You're no good to anyone if you get sick or worse. Just stop for one second and take a breather.
Just trust in me for one night. Nothing is gonna happen. No one is going anywhere.
I promise.
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[He would have thought, after the whole Dream Adventure, that much would be clearer.]