synflux | ( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

[ Given the architecture—or lack thereof—it's hardly surprising that the reception is poor. Whether this is the first time he's offered to be her signal booster during their eight days so far in Transylvania or not doesn't matter; what counts is that he's offering to do it now, spinning his flag in a full circle with a flick of his wrist before he plants it on the floor. ]

Try again?

[ Sending a message to Wriothesley, he means. ]

Edited 2024-10-01 08:29 (UTC)

[ ishmael closes her eyes, thinking that maybe if she hyperfocuses hard enough she could someone get her message sent. she can be heard muttering under her breath as she types it out and sends it again, to no avail.

she shakes her head. ]

Nothing. [ a sigh before she opens her eyes, concern clouding her features. ] I'll try again in a couple of hours.

[ ugh, she feels sick. did she even eat? after hearing the disappearances, she just didn't dare in case they're laced with something this whole time. ]

[ … there's a considerable amount of silence on his end as his oculars come alive. if she tries to move away, he'll catch her sleeve while mouthing 'give me a bit longer.'

minutes later, his mouth presses into a thin line, brows furrowing. at that exact moment—ishmael will receive a ping. unfortunately, not from the man of the hour. ]

When did you notice that Wriothesley was missing? And what do you know of the situation so far?

[ she was going to go away, only to be stopped by a tug on her sleeve. she blinks at the message she received then at him, lips pursed together before composing a response. ]

He's just gone when I woke up this morning. He would've told me where he'd be going.

This place gives me the creeps. All I know is that the community believes in a couple of gods who take care of them, but there has to be more to it than that. Something sinister, I bet.

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Let's walk.

[ Releasing her sleeve and walking towards no uncertain direction. Sure, he's smiling, but it barely reaches his eyes. His gaze is sharp, focused—the same look she's seen when they've worked together before in more official capacity. ]

Have you had a chance to have lunch, Ishmael?

[ … How good are her multitasking skills? Because at the same time: ]

… He would've. There's someone else I can't get through to, too. And trust me, unless they were suddenly transported to an entirely different country overnight, there's no way they could have gone out of my range. Not with the terrain like this.

I barely ate breakfast as it is. Couldn't built up the appetite for it.

[ yet she follows him anyway, to wherever catches his interest -- which would be a feat with the amount of fog they're surrounded with. but maybe that's it. ely will have to pick up the slack while ishmael's busy being an anxious mess, rip.

she's a multitasking queen, so despite the worry churning in her stomach, she responds in kind. ]

Do you think there's just no signal here what with the lack of tech, or could you sense that something else is blocking our comms?

Edited 2024-10-01 23:30 (UTC)

That won't do. You have to keep up your strength in case anything happens. Never know when the kaiju will swing by, you know?

[ noooo running on empty…! ]

… Let's see what we can forage or hunt from the forest, shall we? For fun. Should be… this-a-way!

[ 'For fun,' he says, with a little too much pep to be convincing to her, but there's the sneaking suspicion that they shouldn't be relying on the villagers' hospitality more than they should. However she's feeling at the moment, he's not going to blame her; there's a sinking feeling in his stomach that goes lower and lower every time he swallows. ]

It's not a tech issue. Comms between us are perfectly fine, see? And I don't think it's an implant issue because I have… a certain contingency in place in the event something like this happened, and I can't reach that, either.

My preliminary assessment is that we're being blocked. … Either someone's hiding tech capable of it, or our new kaiju friend's decided to show their face. But it is too soon to say with certainty.

Yeah yeah, I know. I'm just not feeling the food here, is all.

[ where are her HOTDOGS!! kidding. but yeah, she'd rather make the food herself from now on - or at least while they're still here.

she notes the fake chipper tone in elysium's voice as she follows him towards the forest, hiking the skirt of the dress the townspeople forced her to put on as they make their way towards the edge of town. after the recent mishap with the style upgrade last month on top of all these technical difficulties, she'd rather not risk it right now. ]

Reminds me of Vegas. Remember how the worm somehow lured its victims into that cave? It probably explains why everyone here is acting so odd.

Maybe their god is the kaiju?

Edited 2024-10-02 01:52 (UTC)

Think your stomach can hold down meat, or are we feeling strictly vegetarian? There were a couple of spots where I saw some freshwater fish, too—if you were more interested in that.

[ meanwhile, men's fashion in this era sucks!!!!!! but elysium is indeed in period-typical clothing, albeit in a size too small because who is he if he's not thirst trapping in some regard. he's blaming a villager for it.

and as nice as ishmael's fit looks on her, with her boyfriend missing, it doesn't exactly feel like the appropriate time to compliment her on it. so, he stays his tongue, even if he genuinely does think it. ]

… I was just thinking the same thing.

We should do what we can in the interim, but we might be in a similar situation where we'll need LILITH to update our tech. Worse comes to worst, we'll have to hold out on our own. I can't even ping the plane… something's definitely up.

[ damn he's really out here providing fanservice by showing ankles ]

Can't really hunt in this outfit, so fishing it is. Lead the way.

[ they shouldn't be overheard with the sound of the flowing river nearby, and elysium must be getting tired from being a human wifi hotspot all day anyway. so off they go! ]

It's annoying. I tried confronting a villager about it, but apparently they don't have a clue. [ an annoyed huff. ] That's as bullshit as the front you're trying to put up for the both of us.

[ it's okay, man. you can be as distressed as her if you want (no) ]

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[ you know it, girl

and while he may have qualms over accepting any of the villagers' food for the time being, what he won't have any reservations against is swiping two fishing poles on their way out. and——don't worry. being a human radio tower is hardly taxing if all he needs to draw on is the catalyst in his flag. it's a different story when he tries to go beyond those means, but that's currently

neither here nor there! wonderful. still, with his hands preoccupied with both poles, into his hammerspace gloves his flag goes, sword still sheathed by his side. ]

… If I'm being honest? It's as much for me as it is for everyone else. [ wry smile. ] Don't think too much of it.

[ vague, vague. ]

...Right.

[ he's coping, in his own way. she gets that. hong lu and don quixote are the same too.

the woods are eerily quiet, save for the crunch of leaves with every step they make as they head towards the distant sound of a flowing river. ishmael does her best with navigating through the bushes and dirt paths with her skirt, grumbling every now and then every time she almost trips. why the hell are these dresses so long for..... ]

I just... hate that there's nothing we can do right now but wait until something happens. We can't waste any more time here.

[ sorry for whining, but. yeah. ]

[ sometimes you suffer for fashion. that's just how it is. ishmael might be suffering from one too many things at the moment though, so he'll bunch up both rods against one arm before holding out the other in front of her. ]

We're not just gonna wait. We're gonna approach things with a level head, starting with getting some food in us. As is, there's no guarantee that rushing into anything won't cause us to end up in the same situation.

[ … a pointed look. ]

Unless, that's what you want?

[ she stares at the hand being offered to her, thinking it over before grabbing it. she also returns his look with one of her own, her lips a tight line (like she's almost pouting??) as she actually resists the urge to disagree with him for the sake of it. ]

...No. This time, I'll try to behave and not just rush into things like I usually do.

[ it's easier said than done, though!!! rip her hotheaded ass. now that it's easier to walk with elysium around, she picks up the pace. ]

Besides, you're tired too, aren't you? Don't even try to deny it.

[ what is with men and trying so hard to hide their weaknesses :/ ]

[ He'd expected her to cling onto his arm, but sure—if she prefers to take his hand, that works too. There's a brief pause before he tightens his grip around hers, letting the moment settle. ]

After I'd just had the best sleep of my life since getting here? No way.

[ There's a softer laugh, reminded of their time at the simulations. The operative word here is try, he's sure. Yet, her restraint is to be praised nonetheless—getting revenge on a kaiju is one thing, stopping yourself from chasing after someone you cherish is another. Every second 'wasted' is another chance you could be too late, something you'd never be able to forgive yourself for. So, really, he doesn't blame her in the slightest.

Elysium would like to do more. He really would. ]

Even I don't know how to feel about all the concern you're suddenly showing me these days. I'm not that fragile. Things like this—they're just another day. Look. If there's one thing I'm tired of, it's that these last few missions themselves haven't given us a single break. Not cool. Can't we have something relaxing for once? Or go well?

[ somehow clinging to someone's arm is too intimate compared to holding hands?? don't ask. she's done it with yuwon plenty of times even after she and wriothesley became official, so. it's not that deep. ]

Do your missions back home usually go swimmingly?

[ huffs. oh, if only every quest in retrieving the golden boughs back in the city went splendidly every time. as they say, fourth time's the charm after hilariously failing the first three attempts. ]

I'm not usually like this, you know. I just... have a very bad feeling about all this. It's the same feeling I get whenever the Waves back at the Lake are about to hit.

[ she squeezes his hand. her neuroticism truly knows no bounds sometimes, but can you really blame here when they're being forced to grasp at straws once again? ]

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No, but a guy can wish…

[ If anything, these isolated kaiju incidents far beat out what he has to deal with at home. But he sighs nevertheless, pursing his lips together. ]

… Sorry, sorry. I know it's rough for you. [ As similarly as he feels on both accounts, he keeps it to himself. ] As soon as we're done here, we can draft up a plan of action. I already have a couple of names in mind even if it's better we keep our numbers low.

[ Instinctively, he squeezes her hand back. Wriothesley might not be here, but Elysium is—even if he recognises that it isn't much of a consolation. ]

Izou and Yuwon. [ … ] How do you feel about them?

[ before she answers, they come across what they're looking for -- a river that should be teeming with fish and providing enough distraction from the foreboding feeling they're currently afflicted with right now. ]

Those two? [ she blinks. ] I can count on them. Izou's probably one of the few people I can freely talk to in Brimstone, while I've known Yuwon as long as I've known Wriothesley.

[ so. yeah. she's pretty close with those guys and can safely rely on them. ]

You're choosing them, then?

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[ considering their hands one last time, he releases his hold with a soft hum, gently pushing one of the rods into her grip in its stead. moving on ahead to assess the stream, he tips his head, smiles, then settles himself on the rocks as he sifts around another one of the toolboxes he'd swiped for bait. ]

'Choosing'… Well, it's more like I'll be asking.

[ does he expect them to say no? not really. after he's set up his rod, he'll reach over to set up ishmael's, too. ]

But yeah, we do need heavier hitters. If we end up coming across this 'God' that they've been talking about, it might not be so easy for us to get away.

[ mm… ]

You'll probably end up worrying about Miss Rodya too, right? There's space in my room that I can tell her about when we get back. Between Siffrin and Miss Gebura, [ and yesod and whoever else later on……… ] she'll be well taken care of.

[ she'll let elysium take care of their rods as she sits beside him on the rocks, surveying the river. the fish actually look... normal?? not like the mutated ones they can fish out in okinawa. kind of fucked up that the tasty-looking food they were initially served with was laced with bad intentions, assuming that said food were tainted. ]

...No. She can take care of herself. And she has Yuwon anyway.

[ she clenches her fist. ]

Knowing her, she's already warned people about I'm going to do. Because she'd seen me lose it in the past and she even had to carry me away before I did something reckless. [ she huddles her knees closer to her chest, propping her chin on them. ] Not that that's going to help me in the long run.

[ not if?? they end up taking him with them?? i'm in tears.

well. even if he's also thinking about it, he isn't going to say as much. and elysium, more used to fish looking a little messed up anyway, doesn't have anything to say about the fish themselves, either. the field guide he'd looked into cleared most of them as edible, so does it matter what they look like? not really.

but——stop huddling… he's just going to nudge her with his hand until she unfurrows herself from her ball. they have fish to catch, missy. ]

Do you think it'll help more to know that you did everything you could?

[ shhhhhhHHHHH

fine fine, she stops huddling and reaches over to grab her rod back from him and casts her line with an expert flick of her hand. ]

No. It won't ever be enough.

[ she tightens her grip around her rod, turning her head to him. ]

I told you a little bit about her on that call the other night, so... it's about time I give someone here a little more context.

[ make yourself comfortable, ely. ]

Think like that and you're bound to burn yourself out.

[ A nudge of their shoulders, careful not to disrupt their rods. ]

… And yet, it is always easier said than done, believing that any amount of effort's ever enough for what's important to you. … Telling yourself that you did all you could, over and over. [ … ] Sometimes that's all you got to keep yourself going.

[ Voice wistful, scantly louder than the flowing river. Kicking back, he holds her gaze through a sidelong glance. ]

Go ahead.

Speaking from experience, are we?

[ a little quip before she sighs, turning her gaze towards the river. ]

Her name was Queequeg. She was my dear friend on the Pequod.

I think I already told you about the details about Ahab before, but being under her rule on that ship was stifling - as though the horrors we'd encountered in the Lake to make a living weren't enough. And Queequeg had known this this, so she'd built herself a coffin for contingency. A coffin so sturdy that it would not sink no matter how much the Waves rocked the boat in the event that she died.

So we set our sights on a Whale that Ahab had been hunting for Wings know when. It was our given right to hunt it down, after all -- it was one of the Five Calamities of the Great Lake, and by killing it, we could finally put an end to everyone's suffering, including our own. [ she scoffs. ]

We were no match for the Whale the first time. It destroyed the Pequod in one go, and before I knew it, I was barely hanging on to Queequeg's coffin.

[ the "hearse". she stares down at her hands, weather-worn from hanging onto the ropes of the coffin to the point where her palms had bled open. ]

I was the only one who survived. Or so I thought.

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[ Ishmael looks away, and so does Elysium out of respect. That's a rhetoric question if he's ever heard one, his speaking from experience, so he simply gives her passage to segue into her tale, quiet save for the occasional cast and reel of his fishing line.

There's a lot to consider, from the story itself to the significance of her decision to share it with him now, of all times. It weighs heavily, alongside everything else that has accumulated over time—others' expectations of him, and his own expectations of himself, someone who'd never meant to be a constant in anyone's lives but ultimately became one, anyway. ]

Or so you thought. And that's where your captain not being as 'cracked up to be' comes into play, I presume.

[ and what she'd wanted to kill her for, but that part remains unsaid. Four months ago, was it? When they'd first and last spoke of her captain specifically, and a little over a month when he'd seen the flash of raw emotion she'd displayed when he'd called himself a member of her crew.

In a way, it feels both distant and recent. Elysium had never anticipated remaining long enough to hear the rest of his story, and yet his memories would always be vivid in the sense most events would feel as if they'd unfolded just the other day anyway. Despite her shifting beside him, he keeps his gaze fixed straight ahead, brows creased in thought.

It's no surprise, then. Her desperation to find Wriothesley. The way she had carried herself, so listlessly—eventually finding something to hold onto, only to lose it—was the very image of something he never wanted to become. Admirable and frightening. Enviable and detestable. Is it really a wonder why he finds her so strong? ]

So then what?

( closed ) life like the unplumbed sea;

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