scien and throné the french adjacents

[egodist]

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weekend zero saturday

[egodist]

[time to be at the bar after it's all cleared out! scien has brought out a bottle of wine, but also small things of note:

there is already a medical kit on the bar counter, clearly open and used. don't worry about it. the multi-tool isn't far either. on scien's floppy sleeve where his arm definitely isn't (and hasn't been since he arrived) there's a bloodstain. help me.

when throné walks in, he'll raise a brow silently. he's not ignoring her! this is already something.]

[naeddre]

[sir your ARM. why are you like this.

maybe to her credit she only pauses a little when she walks in and beholds scien lackofabrofist at the bar being himself. it's really a whole sight to see. and then she makes her way over, and raises a brow back.]

What did you do? [why bleed]

[egodist]

Took a blood sample with what I had on hand.

[it's not a big bloodstain at least, mostly just looks like it was used to wipe something.... it's fine]

Wine?

[he can't finish a whole glass, much less a bottle himself.... he will not admit this]

[naeddre]

[god. okay. she will sit down!]

Depends. Red? [...] A blood... sample?

[why do you need that... medical science in solistia is like, herbs and holy magic.]

w0, MONDAY

[naeddre]

[oh fuck the last thread made the log 69 comments

anyway hi, throné is here in her usual outfit, eating a raspberry cookie. the emotions are some stupid combination of i really like this and i am sad but it's hard to tell if the sadness is just kind of a pervasive thing or it's because she's eating the cookies.

she's also reading a book! listening to her thoughts while tethered is kind of just like getting an audiobook of throné's asmr voice reading hitchhiker's guide.

she doesn't look up when she senses him, but her thoughts do derail into something that's kind of like a rundown of him? like an abbreviated version of his ic profile, name, age, callsign, notable skill.]

[egodist]

[nice!!!

there's the slightest bump of what is similar to curiosity but not quite, and he tilts his head. he honestly moves as though he's going to leave her be, but because i don't want this thread to end, there's going to be something else instead!!

a flicker of feeling - something that comes with the next breath that she takes, that starts in her chest and then spreads through the rest of her body. a pain that shocks through her system, making it hard to think and breathe, and yet with every breath she takes it only comes in a stronger wave.

until it suddenly disappears goodbye flicker]

[naeddre]

[ow!!!

well, she's not expecting it, which is why she drops her book and very nearly drops the cookie, too. there's a pause as she tries to make sense of that, dizzy and disoriented - it doesn't last long, because unfortunately she's accustomed to pain like that, but. not exactly that. that was a lot to process, and already her thoughts are whirling with degradation and a couple of ow, fucks.

she clutches at the couch very tightly, and then:]

-- Was that you? [augh.]

[egodist]

[he paused when she dropped her book and responds with a tilt of his head, curious. then as he processes her reaction, he takes another step back]

Most likely.

[ . . . ]

Are you alright?

[it took him a second to ask but like. at least he asks]

w0, FRIDAY

[naeddre]

[i assigned aki dead all week and then was like no fuck when i was correct

anyway i don't even know how to start this, i guess throné is looking for him. the emotion is real bad, real sick, but she thinks that even so, even with the way she knows scien and dahut feel things - it can't be anything in the face of what he must be going through.]

[egodist]

[I'M GONNA KILL HIMMMMMM AND PIXIIIII WHAT ABOUT MY LUKE/THRONE

anyway you ever see what a stupidass man looks like without his assistant well about to find out

scien is even more disheveled than usual, clothes a mess, hair out of its braid and just poorly managed, and his expression is - pinched. his emotions are terribly processed as always - but there's so many more of them now, coming from a man who feels nothing at all. bewilderment. frustration. and then this churning, grinding feeling of an anger that builds and builds and builds—before it stops. disappears. and then starts the process all fucking over again, always running. rage on repeat.

he's in the observation room though, looking at the door that locked them in earlier. when she approaches he'll glance over to her and his face doesn't give away any of what he was feeling. but.]

Find anything?

[naeddre]

[pixi said no hets don't even THINK about hets]

... No. Doors are locked.

[she says, swallowing hard. there's a second where she just kind of takes in the way he looks, the emotional loop, and anything she's feeling shuts down and gets shelved. she moves closer, and holds out a hand.]

Let me fix your hair. [let her fix anything. she's a little shellshocked.]

[egodist]

[there is a long, long moment where he doesn't say anything, only staring at her hand.

but then so, so briefly that it can be easy to miss: the briefest glimmer of heartache. of someone who he expects to be here, but isn't.

he moves to walk past her. but only to a couch, where he sits. to make it easier for her. he says nothing, but hopefully the action is enough.]

w0, SATURDAY

[naeddre]

[comes to sit down outside his cell...]

I did tell you I would help you, I suppose.

[egodist]

[scien is

horizontal again i'm sorry this man is really splayed out on the ground looking at the ceiling. his emotions are still in that tight little box bundle, but the strongest one that leaks through is this sense of being lost.]

You did. I'm grateful.

[naeddre]

[hoooreuuguhh boy howdy does she know how lost feels. callsign lostseed.

she doesn't mind him being horizontal. god knows she also wants to be, but she's too proper for it.]

What happened?

[egodist]

After everyone else fell unconscious, it was only myself and Dahut. We remained awake and...

[in his emotions there's a sudden surge of violence, prompting his eyes open to look upward for a moment, before it ebbs. his brows furrow.]

... I wanted to see his heart. So I did.

week 4, post-mini event

[egodist]

[does the embed once and never again because i'm lazy. it's pixel shu unless i say it's not pixel shu.

but wow imagine two otome love interests being voiced by hosoyan! if throne isn't looking in his direction, she might hear someone else entirely.]

Mademoiselle. [NOT MORE FRENCH] I have something to talk to you about.

[naeddre]

[help not the BLURRY SHU

why are you french. anyway. she startles, looking over.]

... What?

[egodist]

[blurs your shu blurs your shu

assuming they are somewhere in a more isolated corner of the venue! there's a brief second where the image glitches - and instead of blurry shu, it's unfortunately scien brofiise. downgrade. on his throat, a scar stretches over where his reliver tattoo once was but... otherwise it's definitely him.

and all he says is:]

It's good that you survived.

w6, SATURDAY

[naeddre]

[blows dust off this pc again

she's kind of just wandering around, but she does pause when she sees scien, and offers him a smile.]

... Scien. [alive alive alive! she seems genuinely pleased to see him.]

[egodist]

[he nods in greeting, stopping for her]

You seem well.

Said your hello's?

[naeddre]

I have, yes. I assume you have as well, for whoever you cared to.

week 7, monday

[egodist]

[scien has been back two days and in those days, he first lost an arm and then he regained one. that's right! somehow scien already had both arms back! that much is probably obvious from how he's walking around (somewhere. anywhere. void.) messing with the IRIS with one hand and eating a piece of bread with the other.

but that's not the only thing. nearly two months ago, one might remember that scien's emotions were... not quite right the last time people could share feelings. echoes of what they should be. never that strong. more like small little bumps rather than the highs and lows of true feeling. that's what it meant to be a reliver.

they're getting trapped in a void - ugh memshare! gimme!! - but there is also one very, very immediate feeling in its strongest form: annoyance.

. . . but that's still a real emotion, isn't it? (anyway gimme a memshare or tell me you want one mwah)]

[naeddre]

[scien out here doing science as french god intended ig

they are trapped in the void, and throné gets about two seconds to recognize the difference. the emotion in him surprises her, remembering the off-kilter nature of it before. scien, in return, is very observant, so it's likely he'll notice that her throat is bare. no collar for her...

and she's going to say something, but she gets interrupted. from here to 2:48:31, when the fight starts.

sometimes you have immortals trauma! yay...]

[egodist]

[the first emotion that hits him is curiosity as he notices her bare neck—and then the memory comes.

scien has watched so many of these with a fairly distant curiosity, it can be hard to parse out how vividly he seems to feel human emotions now. but with this one in particular, there is simply this growing sense of judgment and disgust. in the background of his emotions, there is a concern for her and all she went through, but scien's nothing if not insanely honest.

so his first response is:]

What a fucking freak.