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Ronan Lynch ([personal profile] nightmarist) wrote2013-06-06 06:13 am
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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.
aberrant_type: (listen up chucklefuck)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-11-27 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
[It's lukewarm black tea, but made from decent-quality leaves. Mediocre but with a specific flavor in its mediocrity that reminds her strongly of home.

In spite of inviting him to drink, Hange ignores the cup, brow furrowing as she stares at the empty space where this being is taking shape. Another gleaming oval appears, bulges outwards, as a larger one grows down from the top and encloses it. Shiny, chrome and modern. A space ship has to have space inside too, after all. The inner oval pinches down around its middle like a dividing cell. Two little 'rooms' now, rooms for dollies.
Hange makes an annoyed noise in her throat and the shapes sublime into dust again.]
aberrant_type: (eye on you.)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-11-27 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
Everything I looked at was so... grey and gritty! Or bright and shiny.

[She lets it go completely, and leans back, grabbing the tea and taking a gulp.]

I'm not sure that's quite right for me. Maybe I'm thinking of it too technically... I could study for years and barely begin to understand how to build a spaceship, especially given where I started. Mine probably has to look a bit different...
aberrant_type: (science and defiance.)

[personal profile] aberrant_type 2018-11-27 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Hange slouches down, rests her chin in her hands. She wouldn't usually speak about this with Ronan, but...]

In my homeland there are certain people who... pilot larger bodies. [And now she's one of them.]

They're enclosed in flesh, surrounded by it and swallowed by it. In a sense it tries to devour them. If they are unwary they'll lose themselves and disappear, they'll become beasts. I don't want this ship to be like that, but perhaps it needs to be more like that than it needs to be like a machine...

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