yourfononsarewhack | Second Field of Fonons [Action/Video]

[Jade spends some of the day holed up in "his" workshop. Formerly Dist's, but since remodeled to match its new owner, as Jade does his best to ignore whatever positive influence Dist's previous presence in this world was implied to have. Instead, he finds himself spending the better part of his afternoon researching previous journal entries to collect as much information as possible. It's better than trying to deal with the fact that Anise has apparently been kidnapped the other day.

But he's stuck on two particular entries, that were made around the same time - just a few days over a year ago. The moment he found the first entry, he made sure that the door was locked; having ensured that a lock was installed on the door to the workshop if there was not one already. And he tried to play the entries quietly, to study them.

"Earlier, I discovered that Regal Bryant and Gelda Nebilim have each been sent back to their respective worlds."

"What do you believe happens...when you die?"

He considers all the different Nebilims that he knows of. The replica he made, that hollow and destructive shell that he had to put down with the friends hed somehow made. The ghost whom he knew to roam Luceti before he could remember being here, who apparently gave him the forgiveness that he always sought, but now could not remember. The disguise worn by that parasite of a Dream Shifter, who was a Nebilim whom had lived into Jade's adulthood and tried teaching him secrets of the Seventh Fonon - an ideal that was too good to be true, who came to be as dead as the other Nebilims. Just like the original, the one they were all rooted in. The professor who was able to teach Jade - whom he realized too late whom he could not replace. But Luceti brought all these other complicating factors into the equation, which made him ponder Nephry's very question for himself. Relying on death as a permanent absolute was no longer reliable. What is he supposed to make of it now, and of his responsibility towards others' lives and deaths?

Jade eventually resurfaces from the workshop and may stop to talk with any of the house-mates who are around on his way out of the house. Donning an umbrella, he makes a few more stops around town for the remainder of the day. He goes to the Battle Dome, where he does some training in simulations of environments similar to the icy Mt. Roneal, and he unleashes some of his most devastating fonic artes in this practice. Perhaps more venting than training.

And sometime that evening, he makes his way to the memory garden, as discreetly as he can manage. He's only there for the sake of curiosity. He wonders if anyone arranged anything for the Gelda who was here. If he does not find anything, he will instead find an empty space to stand still in contemplation for some minutes, before turning to take the dark trek home.]

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[When he chooses to address the journals, he's back at the workshop, his fingers steepled before him as he looks into the video feed. He goes in a voice that has some cheeriness mixed with sarcasm, and occasionally bitterness.]

I suppose I might as well make an address over these journals at this point. As loath as I am to actually use this unwieldy device, it's been far too boring around here. [He won't bring up his actual first entry, since he was all anon for it.] Some of you here may know me, and please keep in mind regarding anything you think you may have learned about me during one of my previous "stays" here, that I am a notorious liar. My name is Colonel Jade Curtiss, and it's been several months since my arrival here. Certainly long enough to get an idea of the Malnosso's capabilities. But please note that no matter what oddness their experiments would have you believe, I actually have no children. [And considering that he apparently looked oddly unlike himself during that week, he thinks it should be easy to pretend that was not he himself doing those odd things - being part of some family. The more distance he could create from those fake memories, the better.

Jade reaches up to adjust his glasses.]

Mm, am I missing something? Ah, yes. I believe that to truly complete an entry in this journal, I'm required to ask some manner of pointless question. Very well, I suppose I might as well go all the way while I'm making this message. So tell me, random citizens of Luceti. What is the most outlandish dream that you've ever had?

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_{[ Aaaaand other tick in the 'cuckoo' side of the board here. ]}

To be the youngest captain ever in the history of Star Fleet.

Do I want to know what a Star Fleet is?

Well, in my world at least, it's a large, para-military group that protects allied planets and conducts exploration of space both known and unknown. I was personally set to explore where no man had gone before - you know, new planets and such.

Please don't tell me they actually hired you.

Because you're such a gem, I'm sure.

I'm well-known for my shining personality.

Yes, I am sure that's what you're known for. So, what are you then? Journalist? Psychiatrist? A guy without a dream of his own?

How about the guy who could care less about answering your own questions? After all, I'm the commanding officer here.

As my file probably says back at Star Fleet, "does not respond well to authority".

Besides, what have you got to lose? And shouldn't a commanding officer be open with his subordinates? Not a good way to build up trust amongst the crew.

Trust? Whatever happened to good old-fashioned fear, I wonder?

Fear isn't a good way to run a ship - or anything else. Fear is what lazy captains resort to.

Are you sure you're not employing some backwards method of thinking? Because I certainly think so. I don't think you're considering all the effort that goes into establishing and maintaining a proper degree of fear. Very few do.

Fear doesn't produce trust or faith. It breeds fear. A crew shouldn't be scared of their captain or commander. He's not there to scare them, he's there to guide them.

Clearly your words are all I need to learn the error of my ways, despite my shining military record. How should I thank you for this impossible epiphany?

Oh good, someone who can play the sarcasm game with me.

You're right, you don't have to follow my advice. But it's what I think of ruling by fear on a ship.

Calling it a "game" implies you're anything resembling actual competition. Odd.

Your thoughts are duly noted. Should I write them down in the official rulebook?

Haha, funny.

If you want. My thoughts have gone down in plenty of other places.

_{[ Usually captain's reports and official matters in which he ran his
mouth a bit much, buuuut he'll keep that to himself. ]}

Ah yes, I was certain I'd seen that written on a bathroom stall somewhere. Very prestigious indeed.

_{[ Okay. Okay that was a good one, he had to give you that. It sat
somewhere between a Spock response and a Bones response, and as much as it
irked him, he also... kind of liked it. Weirdly. Damn it, Bones, what have
you done to him? ]}

You have to start somewhere, right? It makes the eventual rise to glory that much sweeter.

_{[ Especially when you got to rub it in someone's face. ]}

I'm sure that wherever you wind up rising to will be an interesting place indeed, Captain.

One can only hope. If it's boring, it's not worth it.

I suppose that's a more agreeable point.

Well, I guess most people do have at least one thing in common, right?

Yes, I'm certain that is where the similarities shall cut off.

You're not fond of giving people credit or faith, are you?

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