irisofrepliforce:

@deafenedchampion liked for a starter!

A slight air of ire was radiating around Iris as she stepped from the navigation room. A few deep breaths, a shaky exhale, and she would be fine. Holding onto her frustration wouldn’t do anyone any good.

— It was hard not to, though, with how frustrating and haphazard her Hunter was. It was like Zero was asking for something terrible to happen-!

“Ah-” Her brief moment of contemplation was broken at the sound of footsteps heading towards her. Iris glanced to the side, long hair twisting behind her, to offer up a smile at the other. “Oh- I’m sorry, I must be blocking your way.” Words spoken as she carefully shifted away from the door she had been standing in front of.

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“Ah, no. I was wondering if you were alright. You seemed annoyed.”

Rebecca softly spoke, several data pads stacked in her arms as she stood there, absently brushing one of her bangs out of her face. It was true that she had a small errand to run behind the door Iris had been blocking, but it could wait a few minutes.

“Issues with someone you were navigating, I take it?”


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saturninevibes:

A beautiful song to start well this year. Happy 2012 to everyone! 🙂

deafenedchampion | Violin’s Mourning

dualityofzero:

@deafenedchampion
The last lonely notes of Rebecca’s violin radiated through the corridor, gradually trailing into silence as X finally found it in himself to pursue her. He was surprisingly gentle with his steps, heavy boots making nary a sound against the hard tile- the only audible sound would be the whir of his servos if one listened closely. But only then.

“Rebecca? May I come in?”

Gently, he rapped his knuckles against the metal surface of her door, green optics glowing dimly with a grim sympathy. The attack had rattled him as well- and surely, struck his dear Rebecca to the center of her core.

“I don’t know if the door’s unlocked…”

There was a click from the door, and a soft ‘clunk’ as it unlocked. The door opened, revealing Rebecca in all of her upset, exhausted glory.

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She sent him a message of ‘hello’ over her internal messenger, before demonstrating that she had blown out her vocal processor again. Behind her was her violin resting on her bed, the bow beside it.

She motioned for him to come in though, moving away from the door to sit down on her bed next to her violin. While he did so, she wiped at her eyes for what seemed like the billionth time that day.