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revivalproject2025-01-13 09:25 am
tempredmental) wrote in revivalproject2025-01-13 09:25 am
New Tick Catch-Up
WHO: Keith, OPEN TO ALL
WHERE: Around the Agrii ship and Peanut Party
WHAT: New Tick, Recovery, Investigations, Dealing with Loss
WHEN: Early January
WARNINGS: Grief about people leaving the game, dealing with trauma and injury, recovery from injury, will add to this as needed
You Rang?
Keith was thankful for the warning. It gave him time to get things together. Packing wasn't easy at the moment considering he couldn't really put his full weight on his injured leg, but he managed to get some of his stuff and some supplies for Kosmo and Snow together. He just needed Kosmo to carry it.
It made losing Lance after coming out of the mines all that more pointed. Keith might grumble and complain when people insist on taking care of him, but he was really missing his husband right now.
Thankfully, Kosmo being the 'pack dog' wasn't too much of a problem. The wolf had done it before and was intuitive enough to understand what Keith needed. So, before they could be 'summoned' to the ships, the three of them moved over there. It was easier considering Keith's current mobility issues, and Kosmo was more than happy to help by teleporting them over.
As for being a pilot, he let Gladio drive when the time came. The trip was short, and it was hard enough to get in and out of a chair when bending his knee was painful, and his hands were sore from minor burns. He was better off just standing back and watching.
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Mandatory Fun
Keith was not up to going to a party. Not that he ever really was on a normal basis, but he was even less so right now. Upon first arrival, he does his best to just find a place to lay low and rest. It wasn't his normal MO, but he could feel that he needed it, and even Keith could admit sometimes when he needed to step back. He stayed there until an Agrii came knocking to escort him over to the Green Space. Despite his protests, Keith ended up hobbling his way down there, if only to get the Agrii host to leave him alone.
The memories tradition was a hard pass right now, between zombies, his husband disappearing, and then almost being killed in a burning building trap. It hadn't been a pleasant last few months, and the last thing he wanted to do was relive it. Trying to sit on a blanket on the ground was difficult at best considering his injuries, but he managed somehow, and kept to himself as much as he could. He kept absently fidgeting with two matching pairs of rings he was wearing on a cord around his neck. He'd be wearing one pair on his left hand, but the heat from the fire had burned his hands, especially near where the rings would normally be as the metal had gotten very hot.
As for getting to his gifts? He was going to need help with that. Being on crutches made it hard to carry them all.
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A Waiting Powder Keg
Even with how distracted he was after recent events, Keith noticed the heavy tension on the Agrii ship. It was honestly hard to miss, even if he'd been trying to avoid certain kinds of contact. The reverent bowing made him uncomfortable. Always had when he was recognized as a Voltron Paladin back home and got that kind of treatment as a result.
He made his way over to another 'He Row' in the dining hall for lunch.
"Hey... you uh... mind giving me a hand?" He sounded almost reluctant to ask for help, but it was hard to carry a tray of food when he was using crutches.
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Having a Peanut Party
When he wasn't getting food, doing required Agrii social things, or doing follow-up visits in medical, Keith was trying to keep a low profile. He was either in his assigned quarters on the Agrii ship or back on the Peanut Party. Between trying to rest and heal, avoid contact with the potential killer, and work through losing Lance, he was definitely not in an outwardly social mood.
But, there were things to investigate here. What they'd found in the tunnels... did the computer know anything? Was there a way to get any of the surveillance footage from around that building leading up to the fire? Who was running around with an ugly mask and baggy robe trying to kill people? Keith definitely wasn't being idle in his down time. It just wasn't physical... which was frustrating. Because working out was one of the ways he could clear his head and focus, expend excess energy... all of that.
He was frustrated and on edge.
And, yes... he had managed to figure out a way to set up a crime board with everything on it. Don't @ him.
WHERE: Around the Agrii ship and Peanut Party
WHAT: New Tick, Recovery, Investigations, Dealing with Loss
WHEN: Early January
WARNINGS: Grief about people leaving the game, dealing with trauma and injury, recovery from injury, will add to this as needed
You Rang?
Keith was thankful for the warning. It gave him time to get things together. Packing wasn't easy at the moment considering he couldn't really put his full weight on his injured leg, but he managed to get some of his stuff and some supplies for Kosmo and Snow together. He just needed Kosmo to carry it.
It made losing Lance after coming out of the mines all that more pointed. Keith might grumble and complain when people insist on taking care of him, but he was really missing his husband right now.
Thankfully, Kosmo being the 'pack dog' wasn't too much of a problem. The wolf had done it before and was intuitive enough to understand what Keith needed. So, before they could be 'summoned' to the ships, the three of them moved over there. It was easier considering Keith's current mobility issues, and Kosmo was more than happy to help by teleporting them over.
As for being a pilot, he let Gladio drive when the time came. The trip was short, and it was hard enough to get in and out of a chair when bending his knee was painful, and his hands were sore from minor burns. He was better off just standing back and watching.
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Mandatory Fun
Keith was not up to going to a party. Not that he ever really was on a normal basis, but he was even less so right now. Upon first arrival, he does his best to just find a place to lay low and rest. It wasn't his normal MO, but he could feel that he needed it, and even Keith could admit sometimes when he needed to step back. He stayed there until an Agrii came knocking to escort him over to the Green Space. Despite his protests, Keith ended up hobbling his way down there, if only to get the Agrii host to leave him alone.
The memories tradition was a hard pass right now, between zombies, his husband disappearing, and then almost being killed in a burning building trap. It hadn't been a pleasant last few months, and the last thing he wanted to do was relive it. Trying to sit on a blanket on the ground was difficult at best considering his injuries, but he managed somehow, and kept to himself as much as he could. He kept absently fidgeting with two matching pairs of rings he was wearing on a cord around his neck. He'd be wearing one pair on his left hand, but the heat from the fire had burned his hands, especially near where the rings would normally be as the metal had gotten very hot.
As for getting to his gifts? He was going to need help with that. Being on crutches made it hard to carry them all.
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A Waiting Powder Keg
Even with how distracted he was after recent events, Keith noticed the heavy tension on the Agrii ship. It was honestly hard to miss, even if he'd been trying to avoid certain kinds of contact. The reverent bowing made him uncomfortable. Always had when he was recognized as a Voltron Paladin back home and got that kind of treatment as a result.
He made his way over to another 'He Row' in the dining hall for lunch.
"Hey... you uh... mind giving me a hand?" He sounded almost reluctant to ask for help, but it was hard to carry a tray of food when he was using crutches.
=====
Having a Peanut Party
When he wasn't getting food, doing required Agrii social things, or doing follow-up visits in medical, Keith was trying to keep a low profile. He was either in his assigned quarters on the Agrii ship or back on the Peanut Party. Between trying to rest and heal, avoid contact with the potential killer, and work through losing Lance, he was definitely not in an outwardly social mood.
But, there were things to investigate here. What they'd found in the tunnels... did the computer know anything? Was there a way to get any of the surveillance footage from around that building leading up to the fire? Who was running around with an ugly mask and baggy robe trying to kill people? Keith definitely wasn't being idle in his down time. It just wasn't physical... which was frustrating. Because working out was one of the ways he could clear his head and focus, expend excess energy... all of that.
He was frustrated and on edge.
And, yes... he had managed to figure out a way to set up a crime board with everything on it. Don't @ him.
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Knuckles peered curiously at the book when Keith set it down. "Why are you holding sparklers?" That looked dangerous.
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There were a decent number of photos. Keith's "poses" were mostly shots of his fighting forms as he used the sparklers as swords through the different pictures. But they made for interesting designs with the light streaks, especially because the sparklers had shot off tiny glowing pieces to add to the lines on their own.
He then shifted his attention back to the small package long enough to start opening it.
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He watched Keith open the package.
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"Prompto was someone I knew back in Drift Fleet before I got here," Keith explained. "He's a good guy... enthusiastic, outgoing, friendly... and he loves to take pictures of things." He smirked a little at a memory as he ripped open the orange paper. "Once, he was so desperate to get a picture of a sleeping bear that we ended up having to rescue him with it got angry at him for disturbing its sleep."
As the paper came away, it revealed a knife within a sheath inside. Keith paused as he stared at it for a moment, looking mildly shocked.
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He looks at the knife. "So everybody's really getting weapons." He's not sure what to think of this.
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"Yeah, looks that way." Keith then turned the blade in his hands. It felt real enough. He could even feel the connection to the weapon itself. If it was a fake, it was a damn good one. Luxite was hard to come by, and infusing something with quintessence wasn't exactly an easy task.
He held the handle in his right hand, level with the table and flat to his palm, keeping the blade an inch or two above his actual hand. The emblem on the dagger's hilt began to glow brighter than it already was, followed quickly by a flash of light.
Instantly, Keith was holding a sword.
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He starts as the knife suddenly transforms. "Is it supposed to do that?"
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"Yeah, it is." He held it like he was feeling its weight for a moment, then, with another similar flash, it was back to its original shape. He slid it back into the belt sheath and put it aside for the moment, looking back at that rather large gift that was left to last. He reached out, pulling it over towards himself.
"That does sound a bit like Prompto... Lance, too." Then again, Prompto and Lance had been pretty similar in personality. Keith clenched his jaw as he tried to focus on unwrapping the next package. He missed them both, honestly. "Though, Prompto definitely appreciated photos... he did selfies a lot."
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"Lance? ... Oh yeah, he was here, wasn't he," he frowns. Someone else sent home while the rest stayed on....
"Wonder what Prompto would want to take pictures of here," he mutters. "Did he like old, abandoned buildings falling apart?"
Or maybe he'd go chasing after some local wildlife again.
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His hands faltered a bit on the wrapping as Lance's name, and then he nodded again. "Yeah, he was..." Keith swallowed a bit, his jawline still taught, as he forced himself to continue.
But the next question got him to laugh slightly. "Sure, he'd want to do those... and wildlife, and the beach, and the forest, and the plantkin... Prompto would take a picture of anything if he thought it was interesting and could make a good shot. He had an eye for it." Honestly, chasing after wildlife was something he seemed to enjoy the most. It wouldn't have been out of the question, that was for sure.
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“Heh. Sounds like he’d have a lot of fun here then.” Maybe more than most of the rest of them.
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He dropped the wrapping paper off to the side and then shifted the large box so he could open it without hitting Knuckles with the lid.
Folded neatly inside was a suit of armor. Mostly, just the chest plate was showing, and it was obvious that there was a hood attached to the chest piece at the collar. The four lines on the front where glowing softly with an ultraviolet color that matched the same color of the emblem on the knife he'd just gotten, too.
"Huh..." He pursed his lips a bit. "Well, nice of them to give me the whole set, at least." Armor and weapon... Actually, this armor was a bit less protective than his Paladin armor, which he'd gotten last year, but it was stealthier because of less lighting and darker colors.
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He looked at the armor. “I’ve never seen a hood on armor before,” he remarked. “What’s with the glow?”
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But, the lighting? He actually shrugged.
"Honestly, a lot of the stuff I've been using back home does that," he said. "I think it has to do with the quintessence. A lot of our advanced tech from other races uses it in some form or another. Humans haven't really tapped into to as much, yet, but we're getting there as we learn from other races." He nodded to the knife. "It's through quintessence that I can get that to shift." Well, that and the face that he was half Galra.
"Quintessence is a kind of life force," he said, anticipating the next question. "It's something that everyone has. Some people are more sensitive to it than others, and almost anyone can learn to work with it on some level. The more sensitive and in tune to it you are, the easier it is to learn, and the more you can do with it." Like Allura... even among Alteans, who were naturally more in tune to it than humans, she was very strong and capable.
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Like the Force.
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"Yeah. It seems it's something that has some equivalent of itself in a few worlds."
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"Maybe people who traveled to other worlds and left their ideas there or something," he shrugged, and wondered whether any of his or Sonic's ideas made an impact on the worlds they went to back home.
Maybe he was a bit philosophical after all.
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He took a breath, giving a big sigh.
"But, thanks for carrying this stuff over for me." He might have been able to carry the smaller ones himself... maybe... but not the big one. It was hard to do that when your hands and arms were kind of doubling as your legs by using crutches.
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He nods. “Sure. You need anything else?”
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He shook his head.
"Not right now," he said. "I think... I think I'll just take a break. I'm kind of worn out." Being forced to be social while being injured in a way that made moving difficult was tiring. "Though, do you need a ride back to the Agrii ship, at least?"
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“Yeah, I guess I should get back there,” Knuckles said.
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"I'll have to at some point." Tae had been doing all her medical check-ups over there because they had more advanced equipment. "But, it's not urgent. It's quieter over here right now."
And he could stretch his leg out and rest.
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