Ian Kolansky (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
pearheaded) wrote2011-05-28 07:30 pm
pearheaded) wrote2011-05-28 07:30 pm
10th Partridge [(anonymous?) Voice/Action]
[One thing that's always a bad idea to do: give a tree man something that is typically fine for humans.Case in point, just about anything they stuck him with during his stay with the Malnosso. Yeah, it's one thing to have to deal with cells—hello, unpleasant memories—but dealing with drug poisoning, too? This day couldn't get any more hideous for him.
Well, except he appears to have... tiny branches crawling off his wings and around his back. Complete with little withery leaves (no worries, Ian, they'll go away in a few days).
He's a little too out of it at first to notice them, but about an hour into his fever he finds them. Along with orange tips on his otherwise green hair. Orange, and coarse like straw. The best thing to do, he decides? Curl up into a ball and not talk to anyone for a week. It'll go away, he knows. Besides, he's too busy revisiting his past and being confused to get proper help.
In the middle of his hazy, poison fever, he speaks up on the journal. The little box that would otherwise show his face is masked.]
... I was thinking. You go through life looking for nothing but acceptance and to be like any other person. But then something horrible happens, and you're not sure if it's ever possible—if maybe, just maybe, you're stuck being on the outskirts of everything you wanna be... Maybe someone you thought you could trust turns their back on ya'... or–or maybe you think people can be good, and you suddenly get caught against people who just seem too awful to even exist.
[Malnosso, you're the reasons for this, aren't ya'? Experimenting and tossing people like garbage... like people he's met before.]
How... how do y'cope with that? [a deep, unsure breath; he's busy laying on his back with his palm over the screen]
How do you turn it into something good? Do you keep trying to believe that good things come out of all the things that happen to you...?
[You can actually bump into him while he's sulking in the forest, but he's a hot mess at the moment. Forgive 'em. :|]
Well, except he appears to have... tiny branches crawling off his wings and around his back. Complete with little withery leaves (no worries, Ian, they'll go away in a few days).
He's a little too out of it at first to notice them, but about an hour into his fever he finds them. Along with orange tips on his otherwise green hair. Orange, and coarse like straw. The best thing to do, he decides? Curl up into a ball and not talk to anyone for a week. It'll go away, he knows. Besides, he's too busy revisiting his past and being confused to get proper help.
In the middle of his hazy, poison fever, he speaks up on the journal. The little box that would otherwise show his face is masked.]
... I was thinking. You go through life looking for nothing but acceptance and to be like any other person. But then something horrible happens, and you're not sure if it's ever possible—if maybe, just maybe, you're stuck being on the outskirts of everything you wanna be... Maybe someone you thought you could trust turns their back on ya'... or–or maybe you think people can be good, and you suddenly get caught against people who just seem too awful to even exist.
[Malnosso, you're the reasons for this, aren't ya'? Experimenting and tossing people like garbage... like people he's met before.]
How... how do y'cope with that? [a deep, unsure breath; he's busy laying on his back with his palm over the screen]
How do you turn it into something good? Do you keep trying to believe that good things come out of all the things that happen to you...?
[You can actually bump into him while he's sulking in the forest, but he's a hot mess at the moment. Forgive 'em. :|]
Re: [Voice]
Yeah. I'll just... keep finding more people.
Things'll get better. Here and there.
[He'll try to keep holding onto that hope. Human beings are wonderful creatures, yanno... Even if some of them are complete dicks.]
[Voice]
Here, it seems, you will have support.
You, at the very least, most certainly have mine. You are a person, period, in my eyes, and certainly I would say in the eyes of many of those here.
... Your species is inconsequential. Or, at least, it should be. A person's worth exists regardless of details like that.
Re: [Voice]
I appreciate that... I hope that someday, everyone'll have that opinion. It might be a little too hopeful, but I'd like to see everyone get a chance, even if they're different.
[Voice]
... Anybody who cannot see your worth, despite all the obvious positive traits you have - from what I know about you, from our correspondence - is deluded. Dangerously deluded. [Ian has never come across as a bad person to Robert in any way from their conversations. A little childish, perhaps; a little naïve, but certainly not a cruel or hurtful or in any way less deserving of rights and respect sort of person.
He thinks that Ian's goals are not just noble, but necessary.]
A state like the one you are describing ought to be the default. If it is not, then it should be changed.
Re: [Voice]
That's good to hear.
[Really, it is. It's nice to hear words that are at least encouraging, even when optimism may not have much of a stand today.]
[Voice]
... Hope can be hard to hold on to, sometimes.
[And here, he goes quiet, almost ashamed:] I would know... I was alone too, for a... very long time.
It... it was not until Luceti where I was able t-to... get past it, to an extent. And... if we could bring the kn-knowledge of Luceti home with us...
[Well, he'd be able to bring Don home with him too. Or bring himself home with Don. Or something.
And Ian could bring the knowledge that he could be accepted...]
Re: [Voice]
[Voice]
...
I have too much here to want to forget it. Too many people... [Softly:] Including some I love.
I... I-I could not leave that, not willingly... [And it scares him to know how tenuous it might be.]
Re: [Voice]
Then let's do our best t'remember... even if not much.
[Voice]
... Ideally, I would want some method to move freely between worlds, but if I am sent home and yet still remember... I could come back here with transporter technology.
[He knows it's a flimsy, unlikely chance... but, it's one that he really wants to be possible.]
Re: [Voice]
Transpor-wha'?
[Voice]
...
Simply put, it can allow things to travel from one world to another, in a sense. And though the energy costs would be enormous, the ability to come back to Luceti... [It would be worth it.] Even for the sheer value of the data here alone.
... The Head Institute would be delighted. [Though that's the least of the benefits Robert would have gotten.]