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srwug_alpha_rp2012-08-04 05:04 am
emorangerpink) wrote in srwug_alpha_rp2012-08-04 05:04 am
Phase Eleven: Keep Calm and Drink Tea
1. (the hangar)
[After the chaos of the fight, the hangar crew are working overtime on cleanup duty. Laura's pitching in, flying around in The Great Pretender, righting fallen mechs and clearing heavy objects.
For now, though, she's in the open cockpit of the Knightpolice she's been working on in her own time for the last while, and which came through the confusion blessedly unscathed. There's one last finishing touch to cap off her modifications to it, and this is just the time to make it. There are some odd whistling noises, a fan whirring, and what looks like - no, it's not smoke, it's steam rising...
Laura sinks back into the pilot's seat, out of armour and so with her leg propped up in a cast, and takes a deep, satisfied drink from the mug with the 501st's insignia emblazoned on it.]
Ahhh... got the kettle working at least.
2. (the Arboretum)
[Even using the Pretender for all her activity, Laura's under doctor's orders not to push herself too hard, so she's sitting untransformed under a tree trying not to scratch at her leg in its cast. She's not exactly relaxed, though - tapping away at a tablet, it looks like whatever she's reading or writing is giving her some grief.]
They probably won't even recognize me. Maybe they'll just think it's a sick prank.
[After the chaos of the fight, the hangar crew are working overtime on cleanup duty. Laura's pitching in, flying around in The Great Pretender, righting fallen mechs and clearing heavy objects.
For now, though, she's in the open cockpit of the Knightpolice she's been working on in her own time for the last while, and which came through the confusion blessedly unscathed. There's one last finishing touch to cap off her modifications to it, and this is just the time to make it. There are some odd whistling noises, a fan whirring, and what looks like - no, it's not smoke, it's steam rising...
Laura sinks back into the pilot's seat, out of armour and so with her leg propped up in a cast, and takes a deep, satisfied drink from the mug with the 501st's insignia emblazoned on it.]
Ahhh... got the kettle working at least.
2. (the Arboretum)
[Even using the Pretender for all her activity, Laura's under doctor's orders not to push herself too hard, so she's sitting untransformed under a tree trying not to scratch at her leg in its cast. She's not exactly relaxed, though - tapping away at a tablet, it looks like whatever she's reading or writing is giving her some grief.]
They probably won't even recognize me. Maybe they'll just think it's a sick prank.
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[She crouches down next to Laura, and peers at her with deep, scarlet eyes. They seem oddly empathetic, as if sensing that Laura, more than anyone, might relate to her feelings on the matter.]
Nobody truly wants to save the world. We do it, and we don't regret what we've done, but at the end of the day we never wanted to save the world. We just want to convince ourselves that we're better than we actually are, and so we romanticize and fantasize that the way to do that is to earn the world's recognition by saving it... but you know, don't you? You understand that once you've reached that point, you start realizing things about yourself that will drive you to the brink of insanity. That once you've finished, you can never return to the person you once were, you can't bask in the things you've done because you know that for all the good it's done, that even though the ends justify the means, the things you've done and experienced will haunt you until you die.
I wanted the world to survive through thick and thin... but I never wanted to be the one who saved it. But you can't just say "find someone else" when it's your turn to throw your life away so others can live theirs. Nor did you, I imagine.