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12 | But IRO-BOT will never die, my robot will never die.
[ The camera focuses on Chase and she's quietly sitting in one of the common rooms, hands folded neatly in her lap, a pleasant smile on her face. If you look closely, there's a few art supplies behind her. ]
I've seen it. The truth. And I'm so very sorry I didn't see it sooner. To everyone who does not believes in God that I have been a petulant child to, I apologize.
[ She nods. It's firm, it's full of resolve. ]
It's going to be okay. Not for a very, very long time, but it's going to be okay. But first, there is something I need to do. So--please, don't fight. And above all else, treasure one another. I'm going to help you.
[ There's a brief pause, and Chase clears her throat. Her eyes glow a pinkish colour. ]
No key is needed, the truth will surface. The way will shine and the journey will be new, but They will not. They are watching, and Their presence will be met with red, red, red. There's a place--a labyrinth--that They will claw out of, clutching what they once where. Whispers are no longer whispers. Whispers are roars, are shouts, are screams of the damned and the dead. The murals are laughing. The network is laughing. And--
[ She closes her eyes. ]
There is something I must do. Today, I'm going to try to defy God.
[ She cuts the feed--and to anyone that can pick out what common room it is, they'll find her communicator lying on a table, along with a heavy book from her world. The one item in her possession: her version of the bible, the Ghansgraad. She's taken the art supplies. ]
I've seen it. The truth. And I'm so very sorry I didn't see it sooner. To everyone who does not believes in God that I have been a petulant child to, I apologize.
[ She nods. It's firm, it's full of resolve. ]
It's going to be okay. Not for a very, very long time, but it's going to be okay. But first, there is something I need to do. So--please, don't fight. And above all else, treasure one another. I'm going to help you.
[ There's a brief pause, and Chase clears her throat. Her eyes glow a pinkish colour. ]
No key is needed, the truth will surface. The way will shine and the journey will be new, but They will not. They are watching, and Their presence will be met with red, red, red. There's a place--a labyrinth--that They will claw out of, clutching what they once where. Whispers are no longer whispers. Whispers are roars, are shouts, are screams of the damned and the dead. The murals are laughing. The network is laughing. And--
[ She closes her eyes. ]
There is something I must do. Today, I'm going to try to defy God.
[ She cuts the feed--and to anyone that can pick out what common room it is, they'll find her communicator lying on a table, along with a heavy book from her world. The one item in her possession: her version of the bible, the Ghansgraad. She's taken the art supplies. ]
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[Aptly put, Isaac.]
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[ she cannot think of her soul damned to Hell. Not her. ]
Please do not - please, it shall bring about great destruction, please, I cannot stand to think of you doomed.
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Fuck.
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[To defy the gods is to invoke destruction.
Those who walked on two cane-like legs disappeared because they defied that which created them. He always considered it only a story, but now it makes something wrench painfully inside him--what if?]
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[ whatever, leave her yell at a damn screen, she is having a mild attack here. What the hell do you think you're doing, Chase? ]
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Was in.
There's no sign of where she's gone or what she had planned. Just her communicator and the book - that damn book, which right now just looks like a great big symbol of everything that kept Chase from having the chance to just be a little girl.
She sort of wants to set it on fire, or throw it out an airlock.
Instead she picks it up carefully, determined to keep it safe until Chase gets back.]
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[Murphy actually doesn't bother trying to contact or leave a message. For someone who's never really relied on modern technology, he doesn't trust it to get the message out to Chase. Others haven't been having any luck with that, anyway.
[Like, Heather, he's out. Retracing the steps from Chase's room in hopes to find her somewhere. Anywhere. It's futile, and suddenly he can't help but feel like he's done this before. It's happening again. It's that cold day when his son was supposed to come home from school and never did, only Chase has worse things to worry about than monsters like Napier.
[No. No more dead children. No, he's already lost his family -- everything that's ever meant a damn to him. How can he sit by, scream into his stupid communicator and do nothing? He can't just--
[Rather than laying his faith in other people or the uselessness of technology, Murphy heads out into the labyrinth that is the belly of the ship to find her on his own accord. It's something he'll continue to do -- because fuck God and fuck letting His mysterious ways run their ugly course. He's had enough of that to know that He'll only just let him down in the end.]
[ kat might regret encouraging this ]
[It's by chance that she sees him heading out there, far enough along that she recognizes him only by his stooped posture, and that's enough to put an edge into her voice that pushes it from the stern anger she's aiming for into something approaching shrill. And she's running again, pelting after him, looking furious and feeling nothing but panic. She stops almost too late, boots skidding on the floor before she just avoids crashing into him.]
Where the hell do you think you're going?
[goddammit kat]
...
[What the hell is he supposed to say? He bites his tongue and lets the implications that he's this far in and Chase is missing do the work for him.
[He's not being his jumpy, awkward and bumbling self. He's angry just as well, but he's not sure with who yet. Himself, Chase, the ship... God. All of the above?]
...Out. [Fucking smartass.]
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Alone.
[Hands on hips, one foot forward and very nearly tapping.]
You better not be unarmed.
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[If this had been Murphy from a few months ago, the answer to that second part would have been much different. As it stands, Murphy knows better now than to go wandering around without something to defend himself with.]
I got a gun, alright? [...It's Tillman's. He never did get to give it back after that fear gas thing.
[Since he disappeared, it'd just felt wrong to carry it around -- but these days haven't left Murphy with much choice. It's either that or taking one of Anne's firearms, and she needs those for herself just as much.]
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[She doesn't wait for a response, just starts walking. She's not playing chicken, either. He's got a point; she just knows it's a stupid idea to go wandering unprepared.]
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[After getting haplessly stabbed awhile ago, Murphy knows better than to go around without expecting the worst to happen. Simple jaunts through the corridors here always have the potential to become life-threatening situations. If he didn't learn that by now, his survival up unto this point would have been nothing short of a miracle.
[Murphy just kind of makes a disgruntled sound before he turns to follow Heather. He'd suggest splitting to cover more ground, but that's just as stupid as going around without a gun.]
Don't suppose you've found anything yet? Clues 'bout where she might've gone?
[He doesn't even feel the need to elaborate on who "she" is. If they're both out here, it's a given as to why.]
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[She hefts it by way of illustration. It always seemed huge clutched to Chase's small frame; in Heather's hands, it doesn't seem that big at all.]
I kinda flicked through it, but nothing stood out. No notes tucked into it or anything. Wherever she's gone, she doesn't want us following her.
[Which, it probably goes without saying, is all the more reason to do exactly that.]
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[But why, though? Defy God, what's that supposed to mean, other than--?
[No, he doesn't want to think about that -- about the kind of things that sends souls to Purgatory. Makes him sick to his stomach when he's bad enough at composing himself as it is. He can't fuck this up, not this time.]
It's alright. We'll find her.
["It's alright... It's alright, I'll find him."]
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I should have known, Murph. I talked to her at the jump. She practically told me she was going to try something.
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...
[Shit. Goddammit, not this...
[Suddenly, he's reminded of Annie. "I should have known," he kept telling himself. Another life he could have helped, but didn't... and no matter how many times he says that he won't let it happen again, it happens, and now Chase is--
[He hears the words, "It's not your fault."]
It's not your fault, Heather. [He rubs his forehead, feeling the ultimate hypocrisy coming on in the form of a headache.]
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[She sucks air, anger with herself holding back the worry. Anger drives her, anger makes her fast and strong. Worry undoes her, so anger it is.]
She's a little girl with strange powers and a creepy religious upbringing telling her there's a purpose for her that matters more than her life does. If anyone should have known enough to stop this, it's me.
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She ever tell you what she planned on doin' ahead of time?
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[The hallways are maddeningly bare. If only Chase was more of a CHILD, leaving a wake of mess and disruption they could follow. But there's nothing.]
This time, it was... weird. She was so calm. She called me Heather - just Heather, no miss. She's never done that before. She's been planning this at least since the jump, I think.
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...
[Also yeah, it would have been a great big help if she was a normal kid and left a more obvious trail. Just because it's a useless endeavor doesn't mean that he's giving up, though.]
If she knew somethin' bad was gonna happen to her, she'd tell somebody. ["I think."] She'd... shit, I dunno. Maybe it's somethin' else...
[Of course, we know that's wishful thinking.]
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[But she will not answer. And Bran does not know what her words mean--not the words of prophecy--not even what she means when she says that she will defy God, though he can at least guess at their end. There are many people here, with many different gods--but no god takes defiance well, no matter its form.
He must find her. The thought comes easily, and as he's thinking it, he's already moving--on four legs, suddenly, and the smells of the corridors of the ship come sharp to his nose, heavy and cold and clean, metal, all metal, all around. Perhaps he will not find her, not even as Summer (and he knows, maybe, that he will not, that the perhaps is just a stupid boy's comfort). But he will not sit and wait. He will look; he will find her and ask her what she means, and what she will do, and she will not be alone.]
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[Also pointless, but it's the closest to praying he'll ever get.]
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[ Just that word, blessing and affirmation and plea all at once. Then, after a long moment, Leoben begins to mutter the Prayer to the Cloud of the Unknowing, that Cylons recite when they must face the prospect of true death and oblivion. ]
...we must remember, there is a higher purpose. Heavenly Father, grant us the strength, the wisdom, and above all, a measure of acceptance, however small.
[ Another pause, and then. ] Chase Kilgannon, valiant child, burdened with vision. Go forth in the burning light of your purpose. And never doubt you are beloved.
[not here like so many of us losers]
Well, Alex knows what he'll be doing for the next few days. Maybe longer, if she doesn't show up again sooner than that. He gets what he needs--a few rations to eat while he's out there, if he manages to actually get himself lost--and rushes off to search the halls.
He's gotten pretty far before. The furthest was when he'd lost control over his head for a while, forgot where he was. Like he cares about the risks at this point. It's his job to help or protect where he can, whether he's in SEC or not.
Dammit, Chase.
You'd better take care of yourself.]
[not here]
[Kirk feels he knows her well enough to be able to tell when something is off, and this sounds- and looks- all wrong. he wastes no time pulling up his communicator and sending out a message to his immediate team]
We're going after Chase.
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[Merlin pauses, swallows hard. It's like defying destiny.]
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You can't-- [ just. dang it, wait for someone to get there and go in with a plan and a team. ]
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