Some of my favorite characters from season one. Norman Reedus as Rolo, Lacey Chabert as Nyma, and the adorable Beezer.
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Some of my favorite characters from season one. Norman Reedus as Rolo, Lacey Chabert as Nyma, and the adorable Beezer.
“ They had the chance to FINALLY color-coordinate with their new uniforms, but noooooooo... they HAVE to stay confusing. ”
“I wish it could always be like this.”
“You’re always there for me.”
“The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”
“There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.”
“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.”
“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”
“I like it when the worlds quiet.”
“There’s a place for us somewhere.”
“They’ll name constellations after you one day.”
“Your hearts beating so fast.”
“They don’t know what they want.”
“You don’t know what you want.”
“That’s what they’re supposed to say.”
“We really don’t know what we’re doing.”
“I miss the old you.”
“Nostalgias a trap.”
“Aliens are out there.”
“Did you hear that?”
“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?”
“What time is it?”
“But why would they abduct cows?”
“We’ll all be dead soon enough anyways.”
“I wish we didn’t have to sleep.”
“What do you believe in?”
“What happens after we die?”
“Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?”
“And what’s your excuse?”
“You’ll get it together soon.”
“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”
“It’d be better if people weren’t so afraid of their feelings.”
“You keep quiet and we both lose.”
“I wish I could save this forever.”
“When did you realize you were in love with me?”
“The rooms spinning.”
“I loved you long before you knew.”
“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”
“The Universe is too big for that.”
“Do you think we’ve met in other lives?”
“I’d come back to haunt you.”
“Would you come back to haunt me?”
“What’s alternate universe you doing right now?”
“Tell me a secret.”
“Why haven’t you told anyone?”
“I wish we knew each other sooner.”
“You’re a game changer.”
“I’m a game changer.”
“Don’t ignore fate.”
“Ignorance isn’t bliss.”
“What, is that a conspiracy theory?”
“It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.”
*// Shiro
“I guess that’s one way to put it.” Probably one of the better ways to put it, her words sounding enough like a compliment for a tinge of embarrassment to settle over him.”A lot has happened since the last time we saw each other.”
She nods at his statement. “ You were so conflicted back then... almost chaotic. ” Her smile is apologetic. She hadn’t meant to pry, but Shiro’s emotions had been stringently LOUD back then. “ Whatever’s happened, since then, though, it seems to have brought you resolution... peace. Is that a fair assumption? ”
Nyma belongs to the Seréa, an almost extinct alien species that closely resemble mermaids. It is said that after a period of great draught in their home planet, the Seréa adapted and developed stronger limbs that allowed them to walk on solid ground.
Seréans were well-known for their wisdom and empathic abilities, both traits that made them great counselors and advisors during the long-ago times of peace. The empath abilities were thought to be lost decaphoebs ago, though Nyma seems to be one of the few Seréans to have inherited them.
“ Your hair... ” she tilts her head up to get a better look. “ ...it looks like starlight now. ”
@patientfocusly | rs.
“ You look good, Captain. Much better than the last time we talked. ” She smiles wryly, eyes drifting behind Shiro to where Keith stands a few feet away. “ ...and if I dare say, happier? ”
@leaderchosen | rs.
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⍣ — xcallmepidge
『 “My parents used to say the same thing about him,” she mused with a chuckle. It was odd having Nyma be so close to Matt now. Not that she minded. If anything it meant she got to see Beezer more often. “What has he done this time?” 』
- - - THE PIDGEON!!
“He got way too close to a qrouzulk,” she sighed, hands on hips. “Always has to play the hero...” Qrouzulk were large and nasty raptor-like creatures with spiked tails — their spikes and claws were coated in a venom lethal to Galra and highly dangerous to humans.
Despite her warnings, Matt had jumped to Rolo’s aid without thinking and gotten himself slashed. “He was lucky we were carrying an antidote on board. He sure has a knack for getting into trouble. Was he always like this?”
⍣ — condemnedstars ( Korso )
May she look?
That’s a new one. Most were fine enough with a distance glance but he didn’t have much reason to distrust her either. After a moment or two of thought, Korso lets out a soft hum.
“I suppose…” with that he holds out his arms quietly. The man wasn’t wearing his coat at the moment which left the injuries open and easy to see. The palms of his hands an undersides of his fingers were covered in burn scars. From the backs of his hands, lichtenberg figure shaped scars came into existence and violently arced their way up his arms, covering all sides of the limbs and only fading to a stop at the elbows.
They’re not new injuries but they ran deep, hence the trouble they gave him.
The scars streaking across the man’s skin are beautiful yet sinister — if she hadn’t known any better, she’d have mistaken them for tattoos. But these... surely they were made by lightning.
She catches herself before she stares for too long and dribbles a few coin-sized drops from the bottle onto his scarred arms. “This’ll feel cool at first, but it’ll eventually warm up to match your corporal temperature,” she explains as she carefully massages the balm onto his hands, one at a time. “It’s a salve made from a rare seaweed exclusive to my home planet. Just a few drops are enough to last several varga.”
It doesn’t take long to finish her task. When she’s done, she gently sets his arms down and offers him the rest of the flask. “Here. This won’t fully make the pain go away, but it can ease the worst of it during times when it’s particularly unbearable.”
⍣ — starchosen ( Matt )
“Yeah, sure thing! My gear is over here,” Matt complied, leading Nyma over to where he stationed his equipment. “I really did plan on double-checking it closer to send-off time, but you never know when something might go bad. So checking now isn’t a bad idea, anyway. Double assurance.”
Nyma gazed at him with an unreadable expression that dissolved with a shrug a few moments later. Without another word, she turned around and walked over to the equipment. She had a feeling she’d have to be more careful around Matt...
Around him, the emotions gave her whiplash, and it was a little overwhelming.
Carefully, she examined the gear, making sure all straps were intact and that the release mechanisms were in proper working order. They didn’t really need another scare like the last time.
"Everything looks good. Try not to get yourself killed next time, okay?”
“Your brother’s gonna give me a heart attack one of these days...”
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⍣ — starchosen ( Lance )
Oh. “Uh yeah, that’s right,” Lance began after taking a quick glance down at his armor. “We didn’t really have time to change them too after swapping Lions because we kept getting tossed into fight after fight. Learning Zarkon wasn’t dead and apparently had a son sure didn’t help any. And at this point, there’s really no point in switching them.”
Honestly, he didn’t know if they even planned on switching those too. Especially if they ever were to return to their original Lions, which as much as he liked Red, Lance still really missed Blue and if given the opportunity, he would love to go back to piloting her. As long as it didn’t mean taking her away from Allura, that is.
“There’s also some sentimental value behind them too, to be honest. For Alteans, pink is the color they wear to honor the fallen and Keith… Well…he really wasn’t big on the whole changing Lions thing and taking over for Shiro. So I’d imagine wearing his armor was completely out of the question.”
“I see...” So it was more about sentimental significance than practicality. It was unusual for a group of warriors, but it was a concept she could understand better nonetheless. That alone explained so much about the dynamics in the ragtag group of universe defenders.
“What about you?” she tilted her head, genuine curiosity in her voice. “Would it have been easy for you to don Keith’s armor in his stead? You two are... rivals, aren’t you?”
⍣ — leaderchosen ( Shiro )
Shiro grimaced slightly at the jab, averting his eyes sheepishly. Guess he wasn’t all that subtle about his annoyance towards Rolo and his antics, at times. Though, in hindsight… he really probably wasn’t all that subtle. Before he could stop it, Shiro stiffened the next minute at learning Nyma was an empath, his heart dropping as a feeling of dread coursed through him. She was an empath. That…explained things then. The more Nyma spoke the more uneasy he became. Shiro didn’t like having his emotions on display, especially when he worked so hard to keep them under wraps, along with Keith and his relationship after what happened. It wasn’t her fault, but the likelihood of nervousness around her and possible avoidance until he overcame it or developed a method of blocking her out was high. Furthermore, Shiro hated the inevitable pick-up of his reaction now and how he wasn’t able to contain it.
Shiro swallowed, his heart twinging a little at the thought. Feelings of melancholy and longing weren’t wrong and there was no point in denying it when she already knew. “It isn’t always easy but we make do,” Shiro finally spoke, voice matching Nyma’s in quietness, gaze on anything but making eye contact.
Uneasiness... the dizzying feeling rolled over her. Shiro wasn’t exactly happy about her powers, though that came as no surprise. He was just as guarded as she’d come to expect from those who have experienced unspeakable hardship. Another oyster... another beautiful pearl hiding from the world. Much like someone else that she cared about.
She took a deep breath. It really wasn’t her place but there’d been something on her mind for a while now. “Keith... He feels cold and lonely — unwanted — even now when he’s surrounded by friends and allies. Perhaps something happened?”
⍣ — @caeluz ( Shiro ) | continued
a soft sigh escaped the black paladin, “of course, i miss someone.” while he wasn’t open about his family ties back on earth, just a select few knew about them. he’s an adult and the leader of the group, he wanted to have a strong front for the rest of the team. he mumbled quietly, “i miss my family.”
“I’m sorry... it must be rough, being so far away.”
There’s so much repressed longing and melancholy in him, it’s almost heartbreaking. She truly feels for him — it’s not like Shiro can open a comlink to his loved ones from deep space.
“If it’s any comfort, they’re still safe back on Earth thanks to you.”
⍣ — condemnedstars ( Korso )
“Fine. They’re… semi-old wounds…” the nerves would take the longest to heal and the damage done to them often caused twinges or flare ups of pain. It was simply a fact he was going to deal with. One that’s handled by slow, firm rubs to the location.
“Always worse with static in the air,” granted this planet wasn’t the worst he’d been on but it certainly wasn’t helping him any.
“A deep-reaching wound if it still feels like this...” she mutters, idly massaging at her temples. There’s more to it, but she doubts her prodding will bring it to light. She’s quickly learning that most humans are like oysters — rough shells on the outside and even more tightly closed off on the inside. Some of them still contain pearls but keep that part of themselves hidden from the world... not that she can blame them.
She produces a flask from her hip pack and then extends her hand toward him. “May I take a look?”
⍣ — princesaleonaa ( Allura )
She wanted to agree with Nyma so badly, but it was as if something or someone was telling her to believe in the prince; or perhaps it was that she finally had someone other than Coran whom she could relate to and it felt…right?
“Why don’t you try speaking to him?”
“I don’t know that I’d have much to say that he’d care to listen to, Princess,” she gave a shake of the head. Talking wouldn’t get her anywhere she truly wanted to be... perhaps she could observe, instead. Maybe then she’d be able to paint a clearer picture of his intentions.
“I’ll report if anything changes. In the meantime, please be careful?” From what she’d heard, Allura could be a little bit too trusting when it came to other Alteans.