I get that a lot of in-game choices are very 'in the moment', but man there's a lot of them that end up making no sense according to the established characters' mindsets, lol. Not just ship-related or whatever, but across the board. Feels like the players end up being their own worst obstacles a lot of the time
I have yet to watch any of ExU or season 3, so maybe that'll end up changing? But who knows
scan object…. result: human artefact, class: paperback book,dating: 2024 human reckoning, title: ‘TheComplete Sonnets of William Shakespeare’, condition: dog-eared, defaced byink inscription ‘Kerrigan. Love you always’ within cover, DNA samplingavailable from shed skin cells and dried tears matches Shepard-Commander.
read/not read… read: 1175 programs, not read: 6 programs,abstain: 2 programs… consensus achieved, reading commenced at 2150, readingcompleted 2151, data shared with geth consensus for analysis.
analysing… ‘sonnet’ structure is arbitrary data-storageprotocol, majority of data stored symbolic, metaphoric, or hyperbolic innature, query ‘romantic’, cross-reference to Fleetand Flotilla: Interactive Cross-Species Relationship Simulator for possible strategies for 112thattempted playthrough, further analysis required.
anomaly detected… further analysis commenced… ‘Sonnet 130’: ‘My mistress’s eyes are nothing like the sun’,tracing points of correlation between ‘eyes’ and sun’… hyperbole detected:28.62 possible correlations noted…‘Coral is far more redthan her lips’ red’… compare average hex colour coding for human lips andTerran coral, result: the majority of Terran coral species more red than themajority of human lips… ‘If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; Ifhairs be wires, black wires grow on her head’IF/THENlogic accepted… ‘I have seen roses damasked, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks’… valid argument, human platforms provide nutritional requirements of numerous Terran flora, but flora family Rosaceae regarded as requiring skilled cultivation and tectonically stable environment for rooting, mismatch with human mandible… caution, interruption to analysis.
running facial recognition processes… result: identification Shepard-Commander, probable emotional states include embarrassed, pleased, surprised and relieved of anxiety… explain/not explain… explain: 1181 programs, not explain: 1 program, abstain: 1 program… consensus achieved, explanation in progress… “We found it most informative and intend further analysis of ‘sonnet’ data-storage protocol, including rewriting one of our data-storage protocols for experimentation.”
When they come home, Hakkai goes visibly pale at the state of the house. There's black mold growing up three walls and the mattress is slimy and green. The bathroom floor has rotted out.
“We can salvage it,” Gojyo says even though he doesn't think there's anything to do except maybe burn this whole place down.
“Of course,” Hakkai replies.
They sleep out on blankets saved from the journey that are still lousy with grit. He still sleeps like the dead, Hakkai curled against his back.
Except in the morning, Gojyo wakes up alone. For a moment, it’s like it was when he was a kid, when he didn't have a place to stay and stole a blanket to keep warm at night.
But then the moment passes and he can hear Hakkai talking to Hakuryuu. Dawn is barely touching the sky, but the house is opened up and there are trash bags already piled outside the door.
He’s not surprised to see Hakkai scrubbing walls with a bucket and brush that weren’t there last night, but he is surprised to how much progress has been made while he slept. The main room is almost liveable again. Almost all the mold is gone.
Hakkai, however, is filthy, face smudged and shirt black. There are greasy stains across his knees, the lower parts of his pants wet with dirty water. Gojyo doesn’t even want to know how cleaning managed to tear the shoulder of Hakkai’s shirt.
“Did you even sleep last night?” he asks as he steps into the room and lights a cigarette.
Hakkai produces an ash tray like magic. “Of course.” It’s a goddamned lie and they both know it. “I just wanted an early start.”
He steps closer to Hakkai, to kiss him good morning, but Hakkai shies away, shaking his head. “I’m filthy,” he says, and for once, he’s not talking about his soul or his past.
Gojyo snorts, close enough now that he knows some of the muck on Hakkai’s shirt has spread onto his singlet. He kisses Hakkai’s wrinkled nose, because he can’t say how much this feels like home now. Hell, he can’t even figure out how much he missed Hakkai’s manic cleaning when it was their house.
He loves Hakkai so much sometimes it feels like he’s going to explode.
Hakkai’s nose brushes against his, and then Hakkai returns the nose kiss. “You can start in the bedroom, I think,” he says cheerfully. “Burn the mattress.”
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Oh my GOD. I am so sorry. My darling, what an incredibly difficult thing for you to have to deal with. I know ppl always say “if there’s anything I can do” but really, if there’s ANYTHING. Do you need reblogs of baby animals? Bioware love interests?? All all all my thoughts for you and 10000000 hugs.
Thank you, I appreciate the sentiment of “anything I can do” regardless of if there’s anything that can be done or not. Whatever content you’d reblog anyway is just fine, but I thank you for the offer! No need to deviate from your regularly scheduled tumblr experience *hugs*
Shit. I’m sorry for your loss. Sending good vibes your way
Thank you--I will take all those good vibes and work on a way of transmogrifying them into spoons I can use when I will assuredly have none at some point in the near future :)
