[The robots, yes. Vander had never been exposed to robots. Yes, they had machines, but he couldn't say that any of them were sentient or even able to speak. Speakers were as close as they could come to that, and in such a case, it required a human voice on the other side. He was curious but wary of them, but he was also confident that he could break them if they became aggressive.]
Have you taken one of the robots apart yet?
[He turned his other hand over and scrubbed the tip of the crayon across his nail.]
People I can handle just fine. [People allowed him to throw himself into a sense of normal again, to build connections, alliances, friendships all the while hiding how deeply pained he was with his previous life burning down around him. He needed a sense of normal to hold things together.]
... No, not yet. I don't want MiSs AuRoRa to fail us on our school assignment of saving the damn world. I'm waiting until some idiot doesn't think of that and does it so I can look at what is left behind.
(this might be the thing she has taken the most serious in her entire life, it's this place. it exacerbates her fear of failure, surely, brings out some horrible memories and self-doubt, but she is trying. most of everything.)
Ah, so you're all in on the world-saving aspect of this still. I'm not certain everyone is, but I do want to believe everyone can be brought around. [He continued to scribble on his fingernail, scuffing it up with colour.] I'll so whatever is necessary.
[He gently moved out an elbow, nudging her in the side. Sometimes he thought she spent a bit too much time in her head.]
I'll let you know if I come across a broken down robot, save it for you.
You can say you don't think Silco's gonna do it, like you know everyone else anyway.
(all so stupidly "good" — there is no way golden boy and dictator for the cause would let runeterra crumble, and well. if jinx's on board, the zaunites might be too. she just has to play her cards right.)
Like we got any choice, anyway. If it were a few weeks ago, I'd say let it all burn, bite it off, explode it into a billion tiny minuscule itsy-bitsy pieces of little nothings, but I guess I can't do that anymore.
(not when isha is a part of it. she couldn't not fight for her, it'd be suffocating; yet he is right that she spends too long in her own thoughts, her own paranoia and her own doubts. the nudge snaps her out, a groan only because it's age appropriate when your dad is being nice.)
[There was no thinking about it. He knew. At least at the present time, what he had seen at the big group meeting had shown him that the other man had no intention of playing along with the apparent reason that they had been brought here. After all, Silco had Jinx here and the man was dead, so he had nothing to lose by playing along.
Vander suspected the other man might be forced on board if Jinx demanded it; he'd seen the way that Silco acted towards the bluenette at that meeting.]
No, I suppose you can't. Being responsible for another person means we no longer get to think just for ourselves anymore.
[Usually. Some parents or even friends had that instinct. It was fine. It took all types.]
(what was the first time? he's not telling him. there's that realization that whatever she gives either will be used against each other, against her, is she thinking this too much? thinking this too little? a growl punctuates the thought, because she doesn't want to voice it. instead, the wall is a much better focus for her brain, and that's where she goes.
it definitely makes it all harder.)
I don't like him. What part of 'give me Jinx's head' did you miss?
Alright. If you can convince him of the value of it.
[There was a story there about the lying, but Vander wisely filed the information away to inquire about at a later date. It seemed to be a sore spot for her, and he could understand that given how close the two had appeared to be with each other during the meeting.
He reached out to stroke a hand over her shoulder meant to be comforting and encouraging.]
That's valid. However, if we can't find a path together despite those kinds of demands, this is never going to work. Besides, do you know how many people have said that to me over the years? [He scratched his beard, appearing sheepish.] Of course, I did punch them or someone they were close to unconscious so... [Or worse. So, so much worse. Death was a final solution.]
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Date: 2025-01-23 04:43 pm (UTC)Have you taken one of the robots apart yet?
[He turned his other hand over and scrubbed the tip of the crayon across his nail.]
People I can handle just fine. [People allowed him to throw himself into a sense of normal again, to build connections, alliances, friendships all the while hiding how deeply pained he was with his previous life burning down around him. He needed a sense of normal to hold things together.]
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Date: 2025-01-29 08:01 pm (UTC)(this might be the thing she has taken the most serious in her entire life, it's this place. it exacerbates her fear of failure, surely, brings out some horrible memories and self-doubt, but she is trying. most of everything.)
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Date: 2025-01-30 06:15 am (UTC)[He gently moved out an elbow, nudging her in the side. Sometimes he thought she spent a bit too much time in her head.]
I'll let you know if I come across a broken down robot, save it for you.
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Date: 2025-02-02 09:10 pm (UTC)(all so stupidly "good" — there is no way golden boy and dictator for the cause would let runeterra crumble, and well. if jinx's on board, the zaunites might be too. she just has to play her cards right.)
Like we got any choice, anyway. If it were a few weeks ago, I'd say let it all burn, bite it off, explode it into a billion tiny minuscule itsy-bitsy pieces of little nothings, but I guess I can't do that anymore.
(not when isha is a part of it. she couldn't not fight for her, it'd be suffocating; yet he is right that she spends too long in her own thoughts, her own paranoia and her own doubts. the nudge snaps her out, a groan only because it's age appropriate when your dad is being nice.)
Just follow a nerd. You met any yet?
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Date: 2025-02-03 02:59 am (UTC)[There was no thinking about it. He knew. At least at the present time, what he had seen at the big group meeting had shown him that the other man had no intention of playing along with the apparent reason that they had been brought here. After all, Silco had Jinx here and the man was dead, so he had nothing to lose by playing along.
Vander suspected the other man might be forced on board if Jinx demanded it; he'd seen the way that Silco acted towards the bluenette at that meeting.]
No, I suppose you can't. Being responsible for another person means we no longer get to think just for ourselves anymore.
[Usually. Some parents or even friends had that instinct. It was fine. It took all types.]
Jayce is a nerd.
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Date: 2025-02-04 06:30 pm (UTC)(what was the first time? he's not telling him. there's that realization that whatever she gives either will be used against each other, against her, is she thinking this too much? thinking this too little? a growl punctuates the thought, because she doesn't want to voice it. instead, the wall is a much better focus for her brain, and that's where she goes.
it definitely makes it all harder.)
I don't like him. What part of 'give me Jinx's head' did you miss?
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Date: 2025-02-05 04:10 pm (UTC)[There was a story there about the lying, but Vander wisely filed the information away to inquire about at a later date. It seemed to be a sore spot for her, and he could understand that given how close the two had appeared to be with each other during the meeting.
He reached out to stroke a hand over her shoulder meant to be comforting and encouraging.]
That's valid. However, if we can't find a path together despite those kinds of demands, this is never going to work. Besides, do you know how many people have said that to me over the years? [He scratched his beard, appearing sheepish.] Of course, I did punch them or someone they were close to unconscious so... [Or worse. So, so much worse. Death was a final solution.]