[ when oliver goes to do his roof walking thing, he'll find that someone's already beat him to it. there's a kid, about 16, sitting at the edge of one of the highest rooftops, sitting with legs loosely pulled up near his chest, a hand latched to a forearm in front of his shins, as he watches the land to the north of the compound.
and the shadowed, distant figures that occasionally flicker on the path between the base and Hollows.
he'd gone out there earlier, with master chief. was sure of what he'd see, and, nearly, was right. but they aren't cranks. maybe it's better that they aren't - that there aren't those brief, agonizing moments of clarity that they have, when you realize there's still a person in there, decaying. whatever these things are, the person in them left a long time ago. the point is - this isn't where he's from. whatever the flat trans did to him - it didn't bring the other here, and it didn't send him to that new life the chancellor wanted him to take the other to. a bitter, broken part of him that survived so much for so long, and watch so many die, if furious, that it isn't over. not for him. maybe not ever. maybe it isn't WICKED here, but it's still his life being toyed with. and he's going to watch more die.
whether or not he hears oliver making his way up to the roof, or being anywhere nearby, he doesn't move at all or show any indication. ]
hey gurl :B also, roof?
and the shadowed, distant figures that occasionally flicker on the path between the base and Hollows.
he'd gone out there earlier, with master chief. was sure of what he'd see, and, nearly, was right. but they aren't cranks. maybe it's better that they aren't - that there aren't those brief, agonizing moments of clarity that they have, when you realize there's still a person in there, decaying. whatever these things are, the person in them left a long time ago. the point is - this isn't where he's from. whatever the flat trans did to him - it didn't bring the other here, and it didn't send him to that new life the chancellor wanted him to take the other to. a bitter, broken part of him that survived so much for so long, and watch so many die, if furious, that it isn't over. not for him. maybe not ever. maybe it isn't WICKED here, but it's still his life being toyed with. and he's going to watch more die.
whether or not he hears oliver making his way up to the roof, or being anywhere nearby, he doesn't move at all or show any indication. ]