[ He's about done with his fifth circuit when he slows down close to Orin, heart thudding in his chest from the exercise, breath short but mind clear and alert from the runner's high. When he settles down in front of the golem, he rubs his hands over his face and finds himself staring down at his palms and the lines there, criss-crossing like a map.
( I asked the Dovetailor for help. Oh? With? Yeah... I... I checked Facebook. The boys kept in touch with you. I'm... I'm glad they did. )
It's not that he never thought of home while he was in Vancouver, but it'd been a life he'd had to bury to keep sane. Awakening as a Sin-Eater in the dead of night with Jonathan Davis standing at the foot of his bed when the man had been dead for over a decade had been a reality he'd had to take in stride, to deal with and accept.
When his geist had told him that they'd needed to go, hesitation had been shelved to keep fear and confusion at bay -- and he'd run. He'd run as fast as he could, kept to the shadows and as out of sight as he could get, offering only his first name and little else because he hadn't wanted people to come looking.
Josh looks up then, turns his attention to Coach -- quiet, as always, and standing off to one side. His geist is never too far away, but he's quiet in a way that Jack Marlowe was not, and sometimes Josh wonders if his former mentor does it deliberately -- keeping quiet and opting to stay as unobtrusive as possible in an effort ( unconscious or otherwise ) to make him feel like he's still that same kid that he was at twenty-one: determined enough not to show how scared he was at what he'd become, at the uncertainty of it all as they made their way towards Yggdrasil's Roots up at the Canadian border.
One of these days, he figures, he's going to have to ask the old man about that, but... not today.
Today, he's alright with sharing the silence, Falner still mostly asleep, give or take the occasional hunter wandering the grounds. ]
if there had been CR with Orin already, I was going to throw-out a voice from above, Brig on Orin.
[ He knows why his feet take him to Orin. He'd read his file.
Assessment --
"Magitech Golem". It is difficult to tell if Orin experiences the loneliness of being one of the few Magitech golems in existence, given how he associates himself with human beings as though he was one himself.
Perhaps he does not see the need for differentiating himself, given the positive reinforcement he has had since the start of his existence.
--Brigade felt he could relate in a way.
He'd read in the Arcanum that most Prometheans had the driving urge to become human. Brigade himself, had never felt that need, having come to life and having been brought up in a unique situation -- his had Disquiet never affected the HECATON, the troops that had given their blood and dogtags in his creation. His Wasteland had never taken effect at the base where Dr. Eisenstein (then already a senile Redeemed) stayed, kept there by his friends out of love and loyalty for him. For all intents and purposes, he'd lived a good part of his early life as a human and thus never felt that same desperation the other of his kind seemed to feel.
It was perplexing. Brigade, in the 122 years of his life, had never come to terms with who or what he was. He simply lived with his condition and dealt with it in ways he felt were efficient.
As he approaches from the distance and sees the gigantic form of Orin come into view, something else catch his eye -- Josh?
He's sweaty and a bit flushed. He'd been jogging. He's out-of-breath. He's out of shape for a former Star Quarterback. All Brigade knows are the little bits and pieces he put together from speaking with Josh -- Josh stopped running, and spent his time in a back kitchen of a restaurant. Josh stopped running cause he died and was only now coming to terms with it. ]
Fancy seeing you here. Here I thought we'd do this after our first jog.
[ He spots Brig as the Promethean comes over and lifts a hand by way of greeting. ]
Hey, man. Good morning. [ He tilts his head to one side in response to the statement, a questioning look sent the older man's way as he turns those words over in his head. ] What do you mean?
I miss them something fierce, Brig. [ He glances over. ] Four of them I thought of as my brothers from other mothers.
[ He looks down at his hands, counts their names off. ] I'd known Phil since grade school. His mom was as much my mom after... [ trailing off a little at that. ] Anyway. Me and that guy did the whole ringer of middle and high school, and when I got into college, we made a pact to make the team together.
That's where we met Jules and Angel. And then somewhere there, we picked up Greg. He was our water boy. But I trained him myself, told Coach Matt and Pa that if they wanted a Quarterback that they could trust as much as they trusted me, they should give a look in his direction.
[ Brig listens quietly as Josh talks. These were people Josh loved very much and got ripped away from. Brig commiserates. He knows the feeling in some way. ]
Have you gotten in touch with them? Not just through Cindy? [ He points to Josh's cigarette, which has turned into a bar of ash. ] Or gotten updates from her? I hope they're doing well.
[ Brig takes a puff of his ] Probably because she thinks it's you whose got to tell them about you. [ He adds a bit more after ] If she's still in touch with them, I guess they handled her "changing" just fine. [ Smiles and looks back at Josh with a look that's asking "What's stopping you?" ]
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( I asked the Dovetailor for help.
Oh? With?
Yeah... I... I checked Facebook. The boys kept in touch with you. I'm... I'm glad they did. )
It's not that he never thought of home while he was in Vancouver, but it'd been a life he'd had to bury to keep sane. Awakening as a Sin-Eater in the dead of night with Jonathan Davis standing at the foot of his bed when the man had been dead for over a decade had been a reality he'd had to take in stride, to deal with and accept.
When his geist had told him that they'd needed to go, hesitation had been shelved to keep fear and confusion at bay -- and he'd run. He'd run as fast as he could, kept to the shadows and as out of sight as he could get, offering only his first name and little else because he hadn't wanted people to come looking.
Josh looks up then, turns his attention to Coach -- quiet, as always, and standing off to one side. His geist is never too far away, but he's quiet in a way that Jack Marlowe was not, and sometimes Josh wonders if his former mentor does it deliberately -- keeping quiet and opting to stay as unobtrusive as possible in an effort ( unconscious or otherwise ) to make him feel like he's still that same kid that he was at twenty-one: determined enough not to show how scared he was at what he'd become, at the uncertainty of it all as they made their way towards Yggdrasil's Roots up at the Canadian border.
One of these days, he figures, he's going to have to ask the old man about that, but... not today.
Today, he's alright with sharing the silence, Falner still mostly asleep, give or take the occasional hunter wandering the grounds. ]
if there had been CR with Orin already, I was going to throw-out a voice from above, Brig on Orin.
[ He knows why his feet take him to Orin. He'd read his file.
Assessment --
--Brigade felt he could relate in a way.
He'd read in the Arcanum that most Prometheans had the driving urge to become human. Brigade himself, had never felt that need, having come to life and having been brought up in a unique situation -- his had Disquiet never affected the HECATON, the troops that had given their blood and dogtags in his creation. His Wasteland had never taken effect at the base where Dr. Eisenstein (then already a senile Redeemed) stayed, kept there by his friends out of love and loyalty for him. For all intents and purposes, he'd lived a good part of his early life as a human and thus never felt that same desperation the other of his kind seemed to feel.
It was perplexing. Brigade, in the 122 years of his life, had never come to terms with who or what he was. He simply lived with his condition and dealt with it in ways he felt were efficient.
As he approaches from the distance and sees the gigantic form of Orin come into view, something else catch his eye -- Josh?
He's sweaty and a bit flushed. He'd been jogging. He's out-of-breath. He's out of shape for a former Star Quarterback. All Brigade knows are the little bits and pieces he put together from speaking with Josh -- Josh stopped running, and spent his time in a back kitchen of a restaurant. Josh stopped running cause he died and was only now coming to terms with it. ]
Fancy seeing you here. Here I thought we'd do this after our first jog.
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Hey, man. Good morning. [ He tilts his head to one side in response to the statement, a questioning look sent the older man's way as he turns those words over in his head. ] What do you mean?
[ He really doesn't know. ]
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I mean, I thought we'd end up sitting here by Inquisitor Orin after that morning jog we've been scheduling for so long.
[ He chuckles but notes the thoughtful look on Josh's face. ]
Something on your mind? You look troubled.
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Nah, just... [ he takes the cigarette. ] Just thinking about things. And changes. And home.
[ He slides a look at Brig then, as if to say not Vancouver, but before. ]
OOC: retconning inclusion of Shield of Gintoki. It was never mentioned
[ Brig sits himself down beside Josh and unslings his shield, setting it beside him on the grass ] Want to talk about it?
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Don't know where to start.
[ But he tries. ]
I miss them something fierce, Brig. [ He glances over. ] Four of them I thought of as my brothers from other mothers.
[ He looks down at his hands, counts their names off. ] I'd known Phil since grade school. His mom was as much my mom after... [ trailing off a little at that. ] Anyway. Me and that guy did the whole ringer of middle and high school, and when I got into college, we made a pact to make the team together.
That's where we met Jules and Angel. And then somewhere there, we picked up Greg. He was our water boy. But I trained him myself, told Coach Matt and Pa that if they wanted a Quarterback that they could trust as much as they trusted me, they should give a look in his direction.
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Have you gotten in touch with them? Not just through Cindy? [ He points to Josh's cigarette, which has turned into a bar of ash. ] Or gotten updates from her? I hope they're doing well.
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[ Noting that, tapping his stick out and deciding against lighting another. ] Based on the stuff I read, they seem okay.
She only told them her side of the story: awakening as a Technomancer, getting moved to Frostriver as a result.
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Just not ready yet, Brig.
[ Too much at once. He wants to pace himself with this.
He has to. ]
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When you're ready to call the play then. [ He smiles and quietly smokes his cigarette, enjoying the company of his blademate ]
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And just as he slides out another cigarette: ]
Mind if I borrow a light?
[ Yeah. He feels better now. ]
omg, it's beautiful, see what I'm going to do here!:)) cf Josh's birthday.:))
For you, man? Always.
[ Brig holds the flame out for Josh to light up with ]