The peaceful times are over. Moloch von Zinzer was murdered, and Nine was sentenced as his murderer. Everyone in Cartesio knows that.
Although life goes on, it seems the town of Cartesio isn't going to forget the tourists' transgressions. Not only they commited larceny in the cinema, they also murdered and executed in their town! It's no surprise their hospitality towards the visitors has cooled down considerably.
Not only they're maintaining a tense cordiality with them, they also have started talking behind the visitors' backs. All kinds of rumors are starting to sprout, yet nobody seems to be willing to say it to the tourists' faces. Talking directly to most passerby makes them distrustful, and nobody seems to want to be in close quarters alone with them.
It's only matter of time before the relationship between tourists and Cartesio starts degrading even further.
In the lobby of the motel there's a few more brochures, and
the maps have been updated once again.
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cartesianism2018-10-14 10:52 am
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[It's not the act of killing that's hard, after all. It's more the mentality leading up, during and after the act that can be more difficult to manage.]
It's easier than people think it would be.
[He takes aim at the target again. And again, he's off center by a bit. This time to the right.]
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[Bang. Slightly too high.]
But I mean... it's like I said, it depends on the person? I didn't really feel much of anything when I found Moloch or Lovepon's bodies, or when I saw Sarge take out Mira. But...
[But she felt something for Nine. Felt something so much she couldn't watch.]
...mm. What I mean is, if it's someone I don't really know that well, I don't really think I'd have a problem with it. A mission's a mission.
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[Which he's... not necessarily surprised by, considering the whole "spy" thing on her profile. Either way, it's not a judgmental comment. That's what Keith himself is, after all. Or was.]
I wasn't very good at that.
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You've got choices outside o' bein' a soldier, though, right? So it's not as big a deal if you're not great at it.
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[He takes aim again at the target. He's still not quite hitting the center.]
Being a paladin means I'm one of six people that can pilot a Voltron lion. [There's a bit of a laugh -- not humorless, but a little on the dry side.] Plus I'm the leader of the paladins. I'm the last person who's allowed to stop being a soldier.
[What's probably worse is that Keith really has no idea what he'd be doing if there wasn't a war. Fighting has just... become part of who he is.]
What's an Ironblood?
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...Still. Jeez... the way you talk, there... I think you n' Rean would have a lot to talk about.
[Because she knows Rean hates what his life has become. Emotions may be a black box to her, but there's no missing that there's a darkness in his eyes now that wasn't there before Osborne showed his face again and forced Rean under his heel.]
We're Gramps' inner circle, basically. He's the Chancellor of Erebonia – people call 'im the "Blood and Iron" Chancellor, so that's where the name's from.
He tells us what he wants, we make it happen. In my division, that means keepin' an eye on our enemies so we can get them before they get us, and in my case specifically, that means breakin' in and taking their intel for our own use.
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Maybe. Rean's probably still mad about that machine at the refinery though.
The Voltron lions are spaceships that look like lions. Warships. There are five of them -- the Black lion, Red lion, Blue lion, Green lion and Yellow lion. They can come together and form a powerful robot called Voltron. I fly Black.
[Despite the fact that his paladin armor is just... unmistakably red.]
This Gramps of yours sounds like a nightmare to work under. Why's he using kids like you to do his dirty work?
[Not that he's too surprised? Again Pidge is definitely on his mind and Milium's not much younger than she is.]
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[The dude forgave a terrorist and murderer without a second thought, what's one wrench in a machine?
She listens to the explanation, but there's certainly an amused little smile creeping onto her lips, too.]
Haha... even down to piloting something like that? Jeez. [She knows Keith won't understand what she means, so she continues.] Rean— he's the pilot of Valimar, the divine knight. Big ol' robot, looks kinda like a big blocky person.
[it's a gundam
As for "Gramps"]
Eh, it's not that bad. He gets me presents n' stuff. [Millium, that's not the point?] He needs me 'cause I can link up with Lammy. Al's the same way with Sammy. And buildin' us all small like this, when we can phase Sammy n' Lammy in and out whenever we want to, it means we can get into lots of places that big people like you can't.
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[Now that has him intrigued. What an oddly specific thing to have in common with someone else from another universe. Keith's not sure if he's amused or baffled by the existence of more super robots.]
Was Valimar also made by Alteans?
[Seems unlikely somehow, even though he's met Alteans from an alternate universe. He starts frowning again at that "it's not bad cuz I get presents" bit, because yeah wow that really is NOT the point, Milium?? Then he's shaking his head because to a degree she does have a point about natural advantages (again, reminded of Pidge here)... but only to a certain extent.]
Sounds like he owed you more than a few presents from time to time.
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[She says that cheerily enough.]
Umm... I dunno what Alteans are, so I'm gonna guess that's a no? They're like, super ancient, though. We thought the legends were all just stories 'til we ran into 'em for ourselves.
I think they were a witch n' gnome project? But we're talkin' way before recorded history, so outside o' what I've overheard from Emma, it's real hard to say.
[it's a MYSTERY gundam
And to that next part, more seriously, she falters. Her usual smile fades, and there's a flicker of something across her face that makes it seem almost like the next words will be something like "I know," and yet...]
...Why?
I mean, he bought me, n' I belong to him. Seems t'me I should feel lucky to get anything at all.