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Ronan Lynch ([personal profile] nightmarist) wrote2013-06-06 06:13 am
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aberrant_type: (let's soar!!!)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-09-16 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[she does seem to be enjoying herself, very much. Hange laughs as the water rises, then her expression settles into a mouth-open smile. Somehow it’s the look of a dog having a great time hanging its head out the car window.]

Ronan, come on!

[the water is about twenty feet below them now. Hange drops into it feet-first.]
aberrant_type: (someone will die... OF FUN!)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-09-17 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Ticklish bubbles spray around them both at the plunge. The water pushes them both to the surface very quickly, though - not much time to lose their breath at all. Immediately they're swept up in the current, bumping against trees and spinning with the wave motion. There's a deep liveliness to this water, a rough-and-tumble sense of play. It's not being careful with them, but it's playful, not mean, like being jostled like a pack of dogs. They're swept out to sea in a few minutes, water spreading behind and before, the sky still depthless black.

Which is not right. Hange paints it blue with a thought, fills it with clouds with a thought. The clouds are more fun when they're stained yellow and pink. There should be a sun if it's so light out. With the thought there is a sun, high up in the sky and veiled behind cloud one moment, shining down on them the next. Hange kicks to keep her head above water, but it's not trying to hold them down, and shrieks happily again. This is fun.]
aberrant_type: (i'm so glad)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-09-21 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
No!

[Yes, she did. An errant current spins Hange closer; she bumps against Ronan and then clings to him, so they can talk.]

Aren't you enjoying yourself?
aberrant_type: (you're a serious headache)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-09-21 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[it's not too hard at least. not too close and gross. just gripping, so they float together.]

What were we looking for again?
aberrant_type: (turn down fOR WHAT)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-09-21 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
An, an, an, an, an, an...

[The current lets up. They drift aimlessly, the sun beating down on both their heads.]

An isolated area in which to conduct... experiments... a space ship...
aberrant_type: (hmmmp.)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-09-21 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I watched some science fiction movies... but I have no idea how to design a functioning space ship...

[Hange frowns. The water bobs them up and down. This poses a problem...]
aberrant_type: (thnkabout it)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-09-22 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
[It's hard to tell, but the water around them is slowly lowering. Hange purses her lips.]

Hmm. This is a very big idea, isn't it? And what about you? Are you afraid?
aberrant_type: (noble.)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-09-22 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
I don't feel afraid. I feel happy to be trying something new.

[She sounds pretty definitive about this. The water drains enough that Hange's feet (she's floating vertically) touch the ground.]

You should stand. This is almost gone.
aberrant_type: (a witch in any other manga.)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-09-22 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
How do you do this when you do it?

[Hange releases him and moves back a bit, rubbing her hands together. She's been doing this, but now she's overthinking it and getting all antsy.]

It seems like such a large thing to think of... trees and oceans are easy in comparison...
aberrant_type: (jesus no)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-09-22 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
So it could appear all of a piece... without me having to do any work at all?

[That's so unfathomable. So unfathomable, in fact, that since this act of creation relies on the power of belief, Hange will definitely have to do some work.]

And this... your dreams, some of them, are people. Will this be a person?
aberrant_type: (someone will die... OF FUN!)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-11-27 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
Hm...

[Hange frowns, looking frustrated. It's a safe, inwardly-directed frustration, exasperation with herself, the limitations of her vision. She has to see it clear somehow. That's a familiar feeling.]

Perhaps... let's go to the place where I worked.

[she raises her arms slowly. Hange has spent so much time in her lab the details are clear in her memory, though she hasn't been there for near a year. First the walls rise up around them. The roof grinds into place over their head. Bookshelves stretch out of the walls and there's a chorus of rustles, rustles like wings, as books bump and jostle into place like birds. A table rises in front of them and a microscope clicks down on its four little metal legs. Glassware shines in the dimness. There's a hand-cranked centrifuge tucked in a corner, an apparatus to create a vacuum using foot pedals. A map flutters on the wall. There's a table covered with empty, tea-stained teacups, a carafe of tea that once was hot drops down. The air dries and then becomes fragrant with the scent of old hay. There are no windows but the ceiling is high above them. The place is pretty clearly a repurposed barn. A sad-looking pitcher of flowers sits next to the teacups. Off to the side there's a tall pot with oozes down the side and a ladle sticking out of it. Soup, apparently. There's a wide space in front of the table, with nothing at all in it. That's new. Hange drops her hands to her sides and sighs, contentedly, eyes opening very wide and gleaming.]

It's been so long!
aberrant_type: (science and defiance.)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-11-27 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
I've drawn so many plans in here... studied so much... made prototypes... maybe that will help.

[Hange hops up to sit on the table, and then shuffles around so she's sitting cross-legged, elbows resting on her knees, fingers entwined, hands clasped in front of her face. She hunches forward and sits and thinks, and thinks. The light in the lab is buttery and golden somehow, even though there's no sun. Something shifts in the air in front of them like an oblong ghost and is gone in an instant.]

Have some tea, if you want.

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