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kenoscomm2024-02-24 01:07 pm
baltimores) wrote in kenoscomm2024-02-24 01:07 pm
ota;
[ This isn't exactly something he does. Not on this scale, at least.
This communion's presence is akin to stepping off into the vacuum of space, cold and dark and empty. A void without feeling, submersed into nothingness — but deep enough there's also the faint pulse of a drowned, hurting heart. And even though it's coming from Amos, there's the sense of him curiously poking at it like an open wound.
It has been a couple of weeks since he killed Cyrus, a fact he has not bothered to hide. A couple of weeks since he has been forced to contend with the responsibility he bears for the deaths of innocents in Springstar, and so — ]
Hey.
[ When he speaks his voice is soft, and gentle, and something that could maybe even be called repentant. Or at least trying to be, the concept being a very, very, very new one for him. ]
So, I've been doing some thinking. There was this time I got caught up in a mass casualty event. Lady I knew then was a nurse, so she was doing what she could, because it had to be done. She also took the time to spend time with the dead. All of them, I think. I didn't really get it then, but I think maybe now...
[ He trails off, fumbling with his words. That pulse maybe grows a little stronger, and then he's back. ]
I dunno how feasible it is, but we should be collecting the names of everyone who died during all of this. When we make the new world — [ because there is no doubt in his mind that Zenith is going to succeed, and their new world will be made — ] we can build some kind of monument. Put everyone's names on it. Give people a space to take their moments with them, even if they ain't here anymore.
I know this don't exactly fix anything, but it's a start. I can keep track of the names. [ There's another pause, and when Amos speaks again, he's much more sure of himself. ] I won't forget them.
This communion's presence is akin to stepping off into the vacuum of space, cold and dark and empty. A void without feeling, submersed into nothingness — but deep enough there's also the faint pulse of a drowned, hurting heart. And even though it's coming from Amos, there's the sense of him curiously poking at it like an open wound.
It has been a couple of weeks since he killed Cyrus, a fact he has not bothered to hide. A couple of weeks since he has been forced to contend with the responsibility he bears for the deaths of innocents in Springstar, and so — ]
Hey.
[ When he speaks his voice is soft, and gentle, and something that could maybe even be called repentant. Or at least trying to be, the concept being a very, very, very new one for him. ]
So, I've been doing some thinking. There was this time I got caught up in a mass casualty event. Lady I knew then was a nurse, so she was doing what she could, because it had to be done. She also took the time to spend time with the dead. All of them, I think. I didn't really get it then, but I think maybe now...
[ He trails off, fumbling with his words. That pulse maybe grows a little stronger, and then he's back. ]
I dunno how feasible it is, but we should be collecting the names of everyone who died during all of this. When we make the new world — [ because there is no doubt in his mind that Zenith is going to succeed, and their new world will be made — ] we can build some kind of monument. Put everyone's names on it. Give people a space to take their moments with them, even if they ain't here anymore.
I know this don't exactly fix anything, but it's a start. I can keep track of the names. [ There's another pause, and when Amos speaks again, he's much more sure of himself. ] I won't forget them.
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[ flat claps his hands together, the usual brand of cheer that's attached to flat escardos still noticeable in the communion. perhaps it's here where amos can see best the idiosyncrasy that is "flat escardos". though his jovial nature and even his apology all come without a shred of deceit or falsehood, the hollowness behind it is ever present.
he's silent for a few seconds, staring ahead. yeah, he thinks he gets it too, deep down. when your sky is void of light, having someone else as your north star is like a saving grace. ]
I guess I can't really help you out then. [ a pause. ] But not because I don't like the plan. Well, I did think it was inefficient, but if it helps you out in the long run, then maybe it won't be that bad if you guys win. [ but with a small tilt of his head and slightly lonely smile, he adds: ] It's just that I don't have any names to give you in the first place.
[ because he never bothered to look. ]
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He would think — it feels bad, to know someone else like him is out there. But Amos has made do just fine with the nothing in him, and it looks like Flat has as well. So. Is it really that bad?
Yes, and no.
Amos smiles at him. ]
I get it. This is new for me, too.
[ He doesn't mind. This is just the way they are, and that's okay. Amos is working on overcoming that, but he never thought he'd be able to. It makes sense if Flat stays the same, because that's where he thought he'd always be, and he's still managed a good life, even with that. ]
Let me know if you overhear any?
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[ flat returns amos' smile with one of his own, along with an enthusiastic bob of his head. he didn't expect the other to still ask that favor of him, and it takes him by slight surprise. it's a pleasant surprise, however, and his agreement is genuine. ]
We might be on different sides, but that doesn't mean we can't help each other out, right?
[ does he know how silly he sounds, saying this to the man that killed meridian's leader? most likely not. it might not even have even remotely registered on his radar. ]
You'll be okay, right? Tough crowd and all.
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And just as Flat doesn't perceive how silly he sounds — neither does Amos. They are operating on the same, straightforward level, and Amos' smile maybe grows a little more genuine for it. ]
Yeah, I'll be alright. Not the first time I've dealt with a tough crowd. Probably won't be the last, either.
[ Because for all of his apparent delusions, he's realistic about knowing he's the outsider. Just... now he's got someone to be an outsider with, it would seem. ]
Thank you. And yeah, you ever need a favour, don't hesitate to ask. I don't mind helping a friend out.
[ Well, unless it would hurt Zenith in some way, but that's just common sense. He doesn't need to say that.
Maybe didn't need to say Flat was a friend either, but he's an Exalt. Kind of ingrained in him. ]
1/2
the word makes flat pause, blue eyes wide as plates as he hears that word. though it's a word that he throws around fairly often, he rarely hears it directed towards him so straightforwardly and especially unprompted. that's usually his job, after all. pushing the concept of friendship unto others until they have no choice but to reluctantly accept it.
so maybe amos did need to say it out loud. so that flat could also have the reassurance that he didn't know he even needed in the first place. ]
2/2
he smiles back, giving the man an enthusiastic nod without a care in the world for alliances and all that other riffraff. ]
Yeah! Same here!
[ sure, he knows that they're still technically opponents. he knows that he might never convince this man to switch sides, and he doesn't want to. if amos feels comfortable with the life that he's living, then flat's more than happy to accept that— as his friend. ]
Alright, sir, have a good day!
[ and with a final chirp, he blinks out of the space as he ends the communion on his end. he leaves as smoothly and as quickly as he came in, leaving not a single bit of his presence remaining. as if he were never there in the first place. ]