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Post by Jacob Marconi on Dec 17, 2018 21:15:00 GMT -6
Jacob had returned to his room and cursed himself for asking for proof. He knew that she would prove him wrong or right and his big mouth proved to him what the whispers had told him. He was glad he had picked up his room today and started to get ready for bed. He had just removed his arm when the knock came, he had half a mind not to answer.
“Enter...”
His command unlocked the door and allowed the person on the outside to come in. He was thinking it would be Mizuki or her sister. Their company would have interesting because he didn’t expect to see anyone.
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Post by Setsuna Meioh on Dec 17, 2018 21:57:09 GMT -6
The soft clicking noise allowed her entrance into the room in which she never would have guessed she would willingly come. Tonight have been a whirlwind of emotion that ended in the silence of Jacob. Setsuna could only guess what had gone through his mind as she hardly let him get a word in during the demonstration of power.
She took in a deep breath as she notice he had taken off his arm. It was poor timing on her part. He was probably tired from the events of the day. She cleared her throat before she spoke, feeling as if she was out of her element.
"Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to say that if you need to talk about the events in the hanger, I am more than willing. It was a lot to take in. If not, than I will keep watch in the command center and let you sleep. The choice is yours at this late of an hour."
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Post by Jacob Marconi on Dec 30, 2018 0:05:19 GMT -6
He turned and looked at her. She wasn’t interrupting anything. She was most likely worried he was out of sorts. She was right but he had let it go. He wasn’t sentimental but he did love his mom.
“You’re fine. Please sit.”
He didn’t mind talking. It was one of the few things they didn’t do enough. They really should talk more instead of yell and stare at each other. He could feel something pulling at him. It could just be his imagination but after the cargo bay he gave it more credence.
“That was a lot. I don’t know how you’re not tired. The amount of energy that must have taken. The hour isn’t late it’s only 0000 universal standard time.”
He was dodging the issue. He had seen a lot but something had leapt at him. It was a man armored and armed with another man in a cloak. Two women behind them. He didn’t want to mention it but he would now that they were here.
“How often do you look at events? Of both the past and future?”
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Post by Setsuna Meioh on Dec 31, 2018 17:14:38 GMT -6
Her fingers bunched slightly into her pockets as she walked a little further into the room. She must be crazy for being here, though he did not seem to mind. It was a same relief as her eyes stayed on his face. The fact that he was shirtless was not lost on her.
She sat on the edge of a chair. Her hands placed gently into her lap, her nails biting into her palms. She kept her breathing even as spoke a little about the experience. It was intriguing that he cared for her well being. Had she passed judgement on him rather quickly? Or was it that she was too consumed in her own world that she missed this side.
She smiled, "I error on the side of caution. I do not know your sleeping habits. What I showed you took a fair amount of energy. I have learned to long ago that it is rather helpful to push beyond one's own limits. My concern is more for you, at this moment in time."
Her eyes glanced to her lap as she thought for a moment as to his question. It is something that she never thought about. Time was her element. It was almost like asking a doctor how often they healed someone.
"While I am at my post, all the time. Usually, it is boarder events until I need to look at something small. I guess it is hard to quantify what I do. I will state that it is easier to do at my post. Why do you ask?"
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Post by Jacob Marconi on Jan 12, 2019 19:57:23 GMT -6
Jacob looked at her as she sat. Her whole position showed she was uncomfortable. He couldn’t understand why. She had come willing to speak to him. Her concern actually touched him and he smiled slightly at her.
“Caution is good. It is that part of us that keeps use safe. Ones limits are only determined by what they determine they need to push past.”
He nodded to her as he plugged his arm in to have a diagnostic ran on it. They usually came up negative for any issues. He did it as habit. Her explanation caused him to nod at her. She was filling gaps in his knowledge. He decided to ask her a question for an answer.
“Who is the man....the one who stands with the other woman? Plus who is the man who stands alone but looks your direction?”
All questions but he decided to tell her something they saw together.
“The woman you saw was with me was my mother. If you look here.”
He brought out an old book. It was a very old photo album. He smiled as he set it on the desk near her and as he opened it the spine cracked a bit. He showed her a young boy and a tough looking woman.
“That’s my mom. She was one of the toughest women I ever knew. She put up with me. Weathered my worthless dad leaving and of course was just a great mom and example.”
He grabbed a glass of water and dropped in two tablets in. She was going to be hung over tomorrow. He handed her the glass.
“Drink that. It will help with the alcohol.”
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Post by Setsuna Meioh on Jan 14, 2019 22:39:14 GMT -6
Her lips curled into a soft smile, one that was genuine. It was nice to see that she had a bit of a kindred spirit. In all of this, she had made a mistake with judging him rather quickly,not that she would ever tell him. This was a rare moment as they shared feelings and thoughts. Was there another force that had driven her to this moment?
She watched his movements out of the corner of her eye. It was a little awkward with being in this room so late at night. Her nails bit into her palms a little more. She worked on keeping herself as calm as possible.
His questions were a welcomed change indeed. It was not what she was expecting him to ask about. It was one of the final moments that he saw. She pulled up the image that was in question between the both of them. She zoomed in on the man and woman he spoke of. She snorted a little as she saw who it was.
"They are from your past and future. I would dare say that you will get to meet them in time." She changed to the man as his eyes bore into her. Her breath was caught in her chest, oddly. "Even for me, that is a little fuzzy. I have a feeling that you will see the result of the image. Certain things I can't reveal fact of the future to others. Influencing the outcome would have consequences."
She listened to his story about his mother. She leaned closer to the pictures as a hand rested on the table. She pulled the album closer as delicate fingers started to flip through some of the pictures. It fascinated her that mortals documented their lives in such a way. Gentle fingers passed along each picture as she watched a smiling boy grow up.
She looked up as he passed her the water. "Thank you."
She cocked her head as she turned the book around. She pointed to a picture that especially caught her attention. "Can you explain what is happening here?"
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Post by Jacob Marconi on Jan 20, 2019 17:38:53 GMT -6
Jacob looked at the picture she motioned to and decided to answer that question. He accepted that she was going to give the answers she had and those she didn’t know she wouldn’t answer. He was either tired or had found that acceptance was the only thing one needed to have at times. In truth if he admitted it to himself that had sobered his attitude toward her. What he saw was something he didn’t want to see. He wouldn’t mention that.
“That’s for when I played the trumpet. My mother helped dress me for the recital. It was great.”
He chuckled as he pulled an old case from his closet and opened it. A polished trumpet sat in it. It was old and he occasionally went to the holodeck and played.
“It seems you have rules as well. I suppose we all have them. I know how that feels. I have something though that for a time makes me forget the rules. It brings me back to when I was young.”
He started to attach his arm again to the stump at his shoulder and once he started to flex his fingers he picked up the trumpet.
“Mom always said no playing after nine. I always broke that rule. Anika, please sound dampen my quarters.”
Once he was sure it was done he played a little bit and then some jazz tunes he knew worked well with the trumpet. It was maybe ten minutes in length. He finished and smiled.
“I’m not as rusty as I thought I was. Opinions?”
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Post by Setsuna Meioh on Jan 25, 2019 23:23:24 GMT -6
"I would not have guessed that you were musically inclined. Did you get that from your mother or father's side of the family?"
She looked at him now to the photo she pointed too It was hard to think of him so young, full of joy. She knew that he had seen enough darkness to leave him as this rough man. She pulled the album closer to her. A smile broadened on her face as she saw this man in his younger years. She felt that she was a little lucky that there were no pictures of her youth.
She looked up with a curious look on her face. He pulled out a case with a trumpet in it. She sat up a little straighter unsure of what to make about what was happening. It was unexpected. She would have been content with looking through more pictures. His words were rather strange. She stayed quiet, unsure of to respond.
The notes that came out were surprising. Her body swayed slowly to the music as she closed her eyes. It took her back to when she went to a concert or two with the others. Michiru and Haruka playing on stage. The rest of her friends sat quietly, making the comment here and there about what they heard.
It came to the end as she opened her eyes with a soft clap of her hands. She dabbed the corner of her eyes as she gave him a smile. "It was not half bad. It reminded me of the days of old. So thank you for that. I am not as musically inclined as some of the others so any missed notes would be missed on me."
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Post by Jacob Marconi on Feb 9, 2019 11:41:57 GMT -6
That was a kindness being called musically inclined. It was more like his mother wanted to keep him busy and the trumpet seemed like a good way to do so. He didn’t ever think about that though. Who did he get his musical talent from? It was a great question and one he may explore one day.
“Thank you. I’ve haven’t played in quite some time. It’s something hopefully you would want to hear again if it reminds you of old times.”
Today though he was more focused on what he had seen. He was going to ask her again about the whole thing.
“Who was the couple with kids? Why did they seem to pull at me?”
All questions he would like answers to but he may not get them. He would ask again gently.
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Post by Setsuna Meioh on Feb 9, 2019 19:06:34 GMT -6
She took a sip of water as she pushed away the thoughts of the past. Her focus was on the here and now. It was the most important thing. She had no time for sadness or tears or guilt. She needed to fulfill her mission currently. Her shoulders gave a half shrug with his offer.
"If you ever feel the need. I am sure the children would love to hear you as well. I get a feeling that you will be able to convince Chi with no effort to join you."
Her lips curled up into a smile at the thought of that. The young woman would gladly accept his offer. Her fingers were rather nimble as they plucked at the strings. The music would be interesting, yet pretty. She would make an appearance should it ever come to fruition.
It would seem as if her smile was short lived as questions about the images came again. She sat up a little straighter as she thought about how to answer his questions. Her fingers folded themselves tightly into her lap.
"They are a couple that you knew long ago, before your soul had been reincarnated. My guess is that they are waiting for you to join them once again. You could almost say that they have a special interest with you, one from a time that a rare few remember about."
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Post by Jacob Marconi on May 20, 2019 21:53:17 GMT -6
He had finished stowing the trumpet and looked at her thoughtful for a moment and knew the line between commander and troops. He hadn't really become their friends. It was more a symbol for them to equally hate but respect and that had worked. Jacob didn't mind being that because they had all had their private moments with him. He remembered when he was shooting with Sakuya on that unpopulated moon. How she worked so hard to become good at her craft and then when she opened up to him and spoke about her mother and how she felt about it. Ada who came off as cold and distant but had a keen mind and even keener sense of what was right and wrong with machines. She had told him that while her mother was a great doctor she was going to become the best that had ever lived. Freya who had surprising cried on his shoulder about everything even the way he tortured them with his ideas of working out and making them learn about weapons and other military things. He hadn't expected it with the way her mother had commanded but that was what he had seen. The rest each with their own personal moments with him. Will was the funniest, he couldn't ever keep his room clean except for inspection day when it was absolutely spotless unless you opened the closet. All of the those kids weren't kids anymore, they were adults and he treated them as such within the military organization. Chi was a special one to him, she was like a daughter he never had and he didn't force her to be anything other than a pilot. He liked taking her to the range to shoot because while most didn't think she could hit the broadside of a barn she was an expert shot. Her heart though wouldn't allow her to kill a living being. He was ok with that.
"You would be right about Chi, but I would never break the relationship I have established with the adults I have watched grow and trained. We have a respect going and this may just make them lose some of it. When I no longer command them then we can be friends. That day will happen because they have all the skills I have learned. It is going to be time for you to teach them new ones soon."
He couldn't remember know a couple from long ago. His memory was good but hundreds of years did make some memories very distant and unable to recall. He didn't mind her telling him he knew them. All he knew was that she was exactly who she said she was and that held weight with him. It could also be because he was drunk and didn't want to be nasty or even surly to her. He just wanted a peaceful night and he was having that right now. She may not agree with him but that was the dynamic of their relationship.
"I'll have to take your word for it Setsuna. I can't remember them but then again I have traveled far and wide across the smattering of stars that dot the black we exist in. Who knows maybe one day they will get their wish and get me again. That could be exactly what fate has in store for me. I won't argue it but I will do as the Tubulan suggest. I carry a silver piece with me just in case on each mission. My troops leave first and me last."
He smiled as he showed her the silver piece. It was an actually silver half dollar from the old American Government mint. It was truly silver and not that crap they had started to put out in their later years. It was what he always carried with him regardless of what others thought. They said it was a lucky charm. He didn't believe in luck or happenstance. He believed in good tactics and superior firepower.
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Post by Setsuna Meioh on May 25, 2019 17:28:08 GMT -6
Setsuna let out a breath that she had been holding as more questions about the mysterious children died. She redirected to her sister and their family. It seemed to satisfy the itch he had for answers. She would not give away all secrets. He needed to discover his own path with out her influence.
She twisted her water glass around as she waited the usual distain behind his words. It was fine that he took out his hatred on her. Part of her deserved it for what she had done to put them in this situation. Forgiveness was something that she didn't deserve.
When he flashed the coin, a chuckle left her throat. She gently took the half dollar as she turned it over in her fingers. It was an old piece which would be good. The older the better as it was often a sign of respect to her sister. Her mind wondered if he would carry the lure with him as well? Most likely not as it held no meaning other than what she gave it.
A hair was tucked behind her ear as she handed the coin back to him. Her hands neatly folded in her lap as the last bit of haziness from the alcohol waned completely. It was a the minor blessing of her heritage.
"It is the fate that awaits everyone. It will be a sad day when they lose you too." She picked up her glass, "To living long enough to see this war through."
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