[ Maybe not to live by, but at least slightly less evocative of Murphy's Law than "it can't possibly get any worse." ]
ok be there soon
[ Her blue anime hair isn't quite as blue as Aqua's, but at least it still stands out a little against the sea of orange jumpsuits and aliens. Sigma ducks and weaves his way over across the recreation floor and thunks down beside her at one of the tables. ]
Hey. You think they dim these for lights-out? I can see it glowing through my damn eyelids... [ Muttered distractedly as he rubs at the three triangles emblazoned on his forehead, but it sounds on the razor edge of a strung out laugh. ]
[ he's chill how are you ]
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[ I still hate you and I shouldn't be tagging this.
She's sitting alone — most of their alien inmates are less inclined to sit with anyone that has a bright XX on their forehead, even if they look small and unassuming in comparison ( who knows what her deal is, really ). Not that she particularly minds, not when she has more important things to worry about than people trying to size her up, or something.
( Like getting out. That should be a priority, if only she knew where to begin. )
Sigma's a welcome company though, and her expression brightens considerably at the sight of him. There's no need for her to move to make room, but she does, anyway. ] Sigma.
... I wouldn't put my hopes on it, but — it would be nice, regardless. [ . . . ] I'm glad to see you unharmed.
[ Perhaps ignorance is bliss in this particular conversation, and the wide berth given by other inmates a welcome one. Maybe cliques went by forehead bar codes here or something. He sighs as she shoots down his little hypothesis, but he shoots back a friendly little elbow nudge before folding his arms over his chest. ]
Same... [ But last time he was in a place like this, it sure didn't stay that way long. And that was without the burly aliens that looked ready and able to deck him with five arms tied behind their back. ]
[ The distant quiet on his end doesn't last more than a couple seconds before he glances sidelong at Lucina. ]
How the hell are you so calm about this, Luce? We're not even on the planet anymore! We're lost in space! In jail!
[ Still managing to stay hissed under his breath, but cool definitely and expressly lost. He's not cool. He doesn't want to be here. No one wants to be here, but he super duper mega turbo doesn't want to be here. ]
[ How is she calm about this? She holds her ground as Sigma joins her, letting the contact soothe her. Her arms cross on the table, leaning forward — when the question's laid out bare like this, it's hard for her to look at him in the eyes.
So her gaze falls, studying her arms — the orange jumpsuit had been a bright addition to an otherwise dreary prison, but even that now crawls under her skin ( it hadn't been long ago, when she carefully reminded Owain that an all orange helmet probably isn't a good idea, really, especially when they're trying to be undercover — ). ]
I'm glad it looks that way. [ She admits, her grip tightening on the sleeves, before they loosen again. She wants to get out, she wants her Falchion back, but she knows getting aggravated won't get her anywhere. Patience is a skill she's learned over the years, knowing when to strike — but it's hard to quell the instinct that she has to do something, as detached as she tries to be.
( And if she really thinks about it, being in jail in space is just as strange to her as visiting Woodhurst or Perdition's Rest or Leramzen. Except the fact that ALASTAIR can't get them out. )
She pauses, inhales, and then quietly on the exhale — ] My cousin was here. He arrived while we were fighting back in Oska, and he were here during our stay in Leramzen, but— I haven't seen him since. I can't get in contact with him, either.
[ He's almost taken aback when she prickles, curls in on herself ever so slightly. And then bites his tongue before averting his gaze. He's been so caught up on ugly nostalgia since they arrived, he'd forgotten for a hot second that everyone's got their own set of problems. And a lot of people have a way better lid on them than he does most of the time. ]
[ She sounds smaller somehow, even without hunching herself. It's still puts a nasty twinge in his gut, as much as the news does. ]
[ Usually people had a good excuse to go missing around here, but in the chaos that had ensued at the tail end of that heist, anything was possible. Anything bad... or anything good. He unfolds his arms to wrap one snug around her shoulders as comforting as he can muster. ]
Maybe he's in another block. Or... Maybe he slipped through their radar and ALASTAIR picked him up.
[ She's rarely one to dwell in misery. It's unproductive, especially when she comes from a world where time was of the essence. People looked up to her. She was a leader, a commander and their Exalt once Lissa passed away — showing a weakness was never an option.
But sometimes, things hit hard ( ALASTAIR doesn't help with that. Maybe she's growing soft ). The disappearance of Owain, especially after their uncertain terms, makes her wish she hadn't said the things she said. She knows people come and go all the time, Owain isn't immune for that, but for this to happen before their capture—
She stiffens, when an arm moves around her. Only the next minute she's relaxing against Sigma, closing her eyes. ] ... I hope so. He's strong, he's more than capable of taking care of himself, but—
[ She worries, as one does. She's never been a believer in "no news is good news". ( Behind them, two guards approach, ready to pull them apart. ) ]
[ The tension in her body that allows itself to loosen tucked against him is a sensation he's never quite found a proper emotion for. He's not happy when she finds herself hurting, but part of him is thankful that she at least allows herself to hurt, however slightly. Lucina has never strayed far from stoic, even in her moments of weakness, but no matter how tightly the ship might be sealed, worry creeps through the tiniest cracks—the way she holds herself, the way fingers knot in the fabric of her clothes, the measure of her breathing. ]
[ And honestly, everyone is entitled to a little wallowing. It doesn't do well to stay there, but feelings need time to be had, time to get them out and over with. With no more clue than she about the fate of her cousin, all he can hope is that a hug and a word of reassurance are worth a little comfort. He gives her shoulders a squeeze, letting his head tip against hers briefly. ]
We'll figure it out. We'll figure all this out, just... one step at a—
[ The sudden iron grip on the shoulder opposite sends his thoughts scattering, startled and rapidly indignant as it quickly and methodically peels them apart. He can't help jumping to his feet, twisting reflexively in an effort to shake the guard latched to his arm, though throwing an elbow only succeeds in getting it caught up and held captive audience for another short, stern no touching spiel. ]
We get it— We fucking get it, alright?! Gimme a fucking break!
[ The words spit out at a volume that very nearly takes him by surprise, though it doesn't turn more than a head or two. Spats with the guards around here were probably like television commercials. His squirming quells, but for a second the threat of punishment had flown out the airlock, being kicked while she was down like this. ]
[ It's not what she needs — what she needs is Owain's well being spelled out for her, or to see her cousin for herself. But she can't get either of those things right now, there's a chance that she won't ever get either of those things, and the thought knots her stomach.
... But at the same time, having the solid weight against her helps. The next best thing she could get, along with a quiet, soothing voice that she'll be alright. This will be okay.
( And suddenly she feels like she's 5 again, after a terrible nightmare, with her father coming out to greet her no matter how tired he was—
The quiet's shattered immediately. She feels the impact before she can see anything, her entire body being shifted away as the arm moves away from her, and Sigma's voice rises to volumes she's never heard before. Naturally, she responds — attempts to struggle away from the guard's grip, grits her teeth when they refuse to budge.
She doesn't have the same anger he does — her's is quiet, stoic again, her melancholy replaced with frustration. The only outward sign of this is the glare thrown in the alien's direction. ] We understand. Just— let us go. [ At least, after a tense moment or two, the guards seem to get the hint they won't be trying that again.
She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding the moment she's released. ]
[ Thankfully Lucina has the sense to speak calmly, it gives Sigma a chance to cool his own jets. Which isn't particularly easy with his arms wrenched at the awkward angles they are, as if the guard was trying to hold a bird by the wings rather than a person, but he's finished struggling. The guard on Lucina relents first, promisingly, and eventually his own loosens its grip. And he yanks his hands free in a blustery show of irritation, but he bites his tongue. ]
[ At least until the guards decide to move along. Folding his arms, he watches them go for a minute before thudding down next to her once more, with a pointed half-a-person's width between them. ]
Leave room for Jesus, kids, [ he mutters in a deep, gruff alien voice, before sighing. Where were they, even, everything just got knocked out of the park... More important, first: ] You okay?
[ Her anger is normally reserved for emotionally charged situations — the middle of a tough battle, a confrontation with another person. Here? She's just tired, her thoughts elsewhere even with her best attempts.
( But the aggravation crawls under her skin, her eyes watching the guards when they're far enough away. Her jaw tenses, once the moment has passed, a hand balling up into a fist, all of that only relaxing when— ) ] I'm ... alright.
[ Given the circumstances, anyway. It's not great, but she could definitely be worse. ] Did they hurt you?
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[ You know. Technically speaking. It could always be worse. ]
I'm chillin like a supervillain
in my cell
because WE'RE IN JAIL
IN SPACE
... I can come meet you
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I'll be in the recreation area, if you'd like to join me.
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ok be there soon
[ Her blue anime hair isn't quite as blue as Aqua's, but at least it still stands out a little against the sea of orange jumpsuits and aliens. Sigma ducks and weaves his way over across the recreation floor and thunks down beside her at one of the tables. ]
Hey. You think they dim these for lights-out? I can see it glowing through my damn eyelids... [ Muttered distractedly as he rubs at the three triangles emblazoned on his forehead, but it sounds on the razor edge of a strung out laugh. ]
[ he's chill how are you ]
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She's sitting alone — most of their alien inmates are less inclined to sit with anyone that has a bright XX on their forehead, even if they look small and unassuming in comparison ( who knows what her deal is, really ). Not that she particularly minds, not when she has more important things to worry about than people trying to size her up, or something.
( Like getting out. That should be a priority, if only she knew where to begin. )
Sigma's a welcome company though, and her expression brightens considerably at the sight of him. There's no need for her to move to make room, but she does, anyway. ] Sigma.
... I wouldn't put my hopes on it, but — it would be nice, regardless. [ . . . ] I'm glad to see you unharmed.
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[ Perhaps ignorance is bliss in this particular conversation, and the wide berth given by other inmates a welcome one. Maybe cliques went by forehead bar codes here or something. He sighs as she shoots down his little hypothesis, but he shoots back a friendly little elbow nudge before folding his arms over his chest. ]
Same... [ But last time he was in a place like this, it sure didn't stay that way long. And that was without the burly aliens that looked ready and able to deck him with five arms tied behind their back. ]
[ The distant quiet on his end doesn't last more than a couple seconds before he glances sidelong at Lucina. ]
How the hell are you so calm about this, Luce? We're not even on the planet anymore! We're lost in space! In jail!
[ Still managing to stay hissed under his breath, but cool definitely and expressly lost. He's not cool. He doesn't want to be here. No one wants to be here, but he super duper mega turbo doesn't want to be here. ]
nevermind i am doing it now
So her gaze falls, studying her arms — the orange jumpsuit had been a bright addition to an otherwise dreary prison, but even that now crawls under her skin ( it hadn't been long ago, when she carefully reminded Owain that an all orange helmet probably isn't a good idea, really, especially when they're trying to be undercover — ). ]
I'm glad it looks that way. [ She admits, her grip tightening on the sleeves, before they loosen again. She wants to get out, she wants her Falchion back, but she knows getting aggravated won't get her anywhere. Patience is a skill she's learned over the years, knowing when to strike — but it's hard to quell the instinct that she has to do something, as detached as she tries to be.
( And if she really thinks about it, being in jail in space is just as strange to her as visiting Woodhurst or Perdition's Rest or Leramzen. Except the fact that ALASTAIR can't get them out. )
She pauses, inhales, and then quietly on the exhale — ] My cousin was here. He arrived while we were fighting back in Oska, and he were here during our stay in Leramzen, but— I haven't seen him since. I can't get in contact with him, either.
I am loved
[ She sounds smaller somehow, even without hunching herself. It's still puts a nasty twinge in his gut, as much as the news does. ]
... Oh, [ He manages eventually, voice falling flat. ] Shit...
[ Usually people had a good excuse to go missing around here, but in the chaos that had ensued at the tail end of that heist, anything was possible. Anything bad... or anything good. He unfolds his arms to wrap one snug around her shoulders as comforting as he can muster. ]
Maybe he's in another block. Or... Maybe he slipped through their radar and ALASTAIR picked him up.
lovingly throws you into a volcano
But sometimes, things hit hard ( ALASTAIR doesn't help with that. Maybe she's growing soft ). The disappearance of Owain, especially after their uncertain terms, makes her wish she hadn't said the things she said. She knows people come and go all the time, Owain isn't immune for that, but for this to happen before their capture—
She stiffens, when an arm moves around her. Only the next minute she's relaxing against Sigma, closing her eyes. ] ... I hope so. He's strong, he's more than capable of taking care of himself, but—
[ She worries, as one does. She's never been a believer in "no news is good news". ( Behind them, two guards approach, ready to pull them apart. ) ]
oh...
[ And honestly, everyone is entitled to a little wallowing. It doesn't do well to stay there, but feelings need time to be had, time to get them out and over with. With no more clue than she about the fate of her cousin, all he can hope is that a hug and a word of reassurance are worth a little comfort. He gives her shoulders a squeeze, letting his head tip against hers briefly. ]
We'll figure it out. We'll figure all this out, just... one step at a—
[ The sudden iron grip on the shoulder opposite sends his thoughts scattering, startled and rapidly indignant as it quickly and methodically peels them apart. He can't help jumping to his feet, twisting reflexively in an effort to shake the guard latched to his arm, though throwing an elbow only succeeds in getting it caught up and held captive audience for another short, stern no touching spiel. ]
We get it— We fucking get it, alright?! Gimme a fucking break!
[ The words spit out at a volume that very nearly takes him by surprise, though it doesn't turn more than a head or two. Spats with the guards around here were probably like television commercials. His squirming quells, but for a second the threat of punishment had flown out the airlock, being kicked while she was down like this. ]
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... But at the same time, having the solid weight against her helps. The next best thing she could get, along with a quiet, soothing voice that she'll be alright. This will be okay.
( And suddenly she feels like she's 5 again, after a terrible nightmare, with her father coming out to greet her no matter how tired he was—
The quiet's shattered immediately. She feels the impact before she can see anything, her entire body being shifted away as the arm moves away from her, and Sigma's voice rises to volumes she's never heard before. Naturally, she responds — attempts to struggle away from the guard's grip, grits her teeth when they refuse to budge.
She doesn't have the same anger he does — her's is quiet, stoic again, her melancholy replaced with frustration. The only outward sign of this is the glare thrown in the alien's direction. ] We understand. Just— let us go. [ At least, after a tense moment or two, the guards seem to get the hint they won't be trying that again.
She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding the moment she's released. ]
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[ At least until the guards decide to move along. Folding his arms, he watches them go for a minute before thudding down next to her once more, with a pointed half-a-person's width between them. ]
Leave room for Jesus, kids, [ he mutters in a deep, gruff alien voice, before sighing. Where were they, even, everything just got knocked out of the park... More important, first: ] You okay?
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( But the aggravation crawls under her skin, her eyes watching the guards when they're far enough away. Her jaw tenses, once the moment has passed, a hand balling up into a fist, all of that only relaxing when— ) ] I'm ... alright.
[ Given the circumstances, anyway. It's not great, but she could definitely be worse. ] Did they hurt you?