Friday, July 11, 2014

The Aurora

Elijah Poirot @ 9:56AM

Now, it wasn't really fair to go ask Patience for a favor, she just woke up from a coma. she really, really needed to be resting. She needed to be getting accustomed to the world around her again, and she needed to be going about her business normally.
Now, Elijah was nineteen.
Elijah is nineteen and lacks a certain degree of understanding due to the fact that he has never been immobile for almost a month, so he isn't entirely certain how this works. He knew Grace walked around like a baby deer for awhile, so he figured patience would be the same. He didn't know what Patience liked, so he brought apples.
Why apples?
Because apples were what fit in his messenger bag without being squished. The young man drove a motorcycle. It limited the kinds of food he could bribe people with. With little fanfare, and the putter of a mediocre vehicle pulling up, Elijah Poirot arrived on the farm.

Patience Mason @ 10:06AM

The farm, of those gathering in the bright early afternoon only Grace had been before. She had born witness to the curious counter nature of the place in comparison to its owner's uncanny and memorable persona. It is a small thing this farm, with enough acreage for a decent amount of livestock, being cows, chickens and a few pigs, the rest of the space given over to a small field of mixed vegetables, and the homestead complex itself.
The complex was old, one might hazard a guess at its origins being in the early 1940's the house with its wrap around porch and a large covered veranda and its fittings and design aspects suited to the era. A barn and silo stood nearby, painted a bright and cheerful red and filled with a variety of farm equipment and feed for the animals, as well as the seeds and necessities for Patience's various crops.
The one item in the outside which might draw the eye is an old stand alone windmill, or at least what might have once been one. It is apparent that the structure had undergone serious modification, the height seems greater then necessary, and the scaffolding up which one can clearly climb seems pointless on a windmill, a cluster of scientific equipment sits perched at the top on a wide platform, and curiously enough, a small metal plank extends from the side, hanging out over nothing.
Patience herself, well at a distance she might almost look old herself as she puttered across the yard from the barn to the feed trough of her pigs, with a sigh she overturned the bucket into the trough and backed away. Before turning and watching the approaching motorcycle.
She'd only met Elijah a few measily times since his arrival in the city, and surprise registers on her features as she slowly strode up to the bike.
"Appropriate temporal and sociological salutations Elijah, your traversal and movation to this precise and specific geographical locality was not registered nor projected within this temporal reference point under any derivative simulation." She offered him a smile to assure it wasnt a bad thing and then looked at his bike.
"Have you initiated any specific augmentative restructuring of your planar movational internalized combustion machinery?" She asked, obviously interested despite her rather flimsy looking state.

Denver @ 10:10AM

The Mason Farm says, "GET OVER HERE, drone!" *thwip*

Elijah Poirot @ 10:13AM

[oh crap, nightmares roll]

Elijah Poirot @ 10:13AM

Roll: 4 d10 TN7 (3, 3, 4, 4) ( fail )

Elijah Poirot @ 10:19AM

There's always a delay, because it takes awhile for Elijah to translate Patience into French, and then French into English, and then back again for the sake of keeping with conversation. It takes a little bit for him to hit his stride, but he remmebered her from previously. He smiled contently, but it doesn't quite meethis eyes.
What does meet his eyes is tired. Tired and haunted and just a tad of edge, which made some sense all things considered. Perhaps his delay wasn't all a translation error.
"Appropriate temporal and socioloical salutations, Patience, it was my intention to call but I found myself temporarily misplaced," the translation isn't always perfect, but he tries anyway. Except, of course, it proves to be a little difficult for him and he goes back to the simple translation of patience-french-English, and skips the second Patienceutch step, "the motorcycle could use service, but it runs. I'm kind of scared to do anything too big to it lest I piss off the mechanical maintenance gods."
A beat.
"You need help around the farm? I don't work today."

Patience Mason @ 10:28AM

He was here to help, and with those words Patience stood a little straighter, smiled a little broader before she looked around the farm, pulling one stray lock of blonde hair from her face and snaking it behind her ear. 
"All projected and necessary agricultural maintenance and domesticated genus replenishment has been brought up to date at this precise temporal juncture Elijah." She said slowly as if considering something.
"Your apparent concern and direct noospheric tendencies towards a positive association with bi-planar movation machinery could however be of concurrent use." She said gesturing for him to follow her to the barn.
Its slow going, but when they arrive, Elijah is brought before a motorcycle the likes of which he may never have seen, maybe even dreamed. Patience gestured to the obviously hand made creation and said. "Your inherent musculature and mechanical aptitudes at this precise temporal juncture would be positively alligned, the bi-planar disks must be replaced, and this bio-physical structure's concurrent lean musculature mass is not sufficient to perform the necessary steps for appropriate maintenance."

Elijah Poirot @ 10:37AM

"Well, 'know, if it has more than two wheels it's boring... which conjures up the thought of how incredibly extreme unicycles have to be if we're following the less wheels equals more cool factor."
Which is false. Unicycles were never cool.
He doesn't seem to mind slow, but soon enough she takes him to her bike and his eyes light up and he almost forgets that he has a bag with him and he damned near drops the thing. It doesn't quite register that Patience was talking at all becuase he was too busy taking a look at what he presumed was clearly one of the greatest works of art he could think of. This was beautiful, and a hard reset for the brain.
"Huh?"
He blinked.
"Oh! Right, yeah, so long as you can tell me what to do, I'll do it."

Patience Mason @ 10:47AM

Patience chuckles gently as she strode around the one side of the bike which sat upon a rather heavily reinforced bike hoist. She patted rubber of the front tire and grabbed something sitting on the hoist. "Initiate a counter clockwise forceful movational twist using your primary extremities and this adaptive traction armature." She said holding out a socket wrench obviously meant for the tire bolts.
"Once separation of the prime planar disk is achieved I will engage the primary arrestor to facilitate the stability of the unit itself. You will then replace the primary disk with the alternate." She said gesturing to the other tires nearby, one obviously for the front the other for the back.
She looked at him then, perhaps to see if he understood, she then went on. "How has your primary temporal pathway progessed since our last geo-physical convergence Elijah? Is all concurrent and simulated necessities currently nominal within your specific relativistic existence?"

Elijah Poirot @ 11:01AM

"Okay, so, I'm taking off the front tire and replacing it with that one, repeating the process for the corresponding tire for the back one, right?" he waits for confirmation, holding the wrench and waiting for confirmation before going about his business. Once he got the affirmative, the young man started loosening the tire bolts. There was a bit of resignation in that. Smething to keep his hands busy.
How has he been?
"I've been better, Alicia and I had a fight about her dad," he said, "have you met Alicia?"

Patience Mason @ 11:09AM

He waited for confirmation and Patience nodded with a small knowing smile.
As Elijah begins working on the tires Patience  watches with a careful eye and a posture like that of a teacher, watching over the young man as he went about the work he had offered to do. She seemed to examine every movement, considered every way he moved, wether he was annoyed or set to the task. She watched for the small things it seemed, and considered the actual replacement to be a small thing.
"I have not recognized or actualized any individual identified via the heritalogically assigned index of Alicia that I concurrently recall. For what reason was a dissruptive aural dissemination necessary?" She asked as she played her part, inbetween activating the stabalizer she seemed to be working on the primary engine housing, removing it it would seem if Elijah payed closer attention.

Elijah Poirot @ 11:18AM

"Alicia is another recently-paradigmatically-aware individual. We're friends."
He's careful. it's funny, because his resonance feels anything but careful, but he pays attention and looks for things, little details, and he seemed to take some quiet joy in working ever-so-carefully on such a masterpiece. He breathes slow and deep and practiced, because Elijah knows he has to center himself. He needs a task. He needs to focus. He needs this.
"Her dad's missing... and I don't mean in a normal sense. I mean that her dad is missing because he got kidnapped by technocrats. I told Alicia we should try and get him back, she said wecan't-" he sighed, an aching sound. A familiar sound, something that perhaps indicaes the closeness of friendship between himself and the person in question, "Alicia is wrecked. I just... it seems wrong to let her go on not knowing and not trying. I don't even know where to start, she won't talk to me."
Not anymore, anyway, but to be fair he had been a bit of a jerk. To be fair, he had pushed when he shouldn't have pushed. To be fair, both of them were nineteen and stupid, but this? This took the cake.

Patience Mason @ 11:31AM

Patience watches, and she seems quite pleased by his care of the machine, how he doesnt jar the bolts or drag the tires, how he is careful with the wrench around the chrome of the wheels [it scratches so easily]. She watches, but she also listens taking in the plight of Alicia and more, noting the displeasure in the young man at his desire to aid the other magi...but being blockaded by her.
"To facilitate ninety nine point nine nine ad infinitum percent data point clarity Elijah, paradigmic personage retrieval from known the socio-political-paradgimic amalgam indexed as the Technocratic Union was rated at no greater then a thirty five point three percent probability...in the standard roman numerological calendar system data point of 1974.06.23 dash 17:33...such percentiles have decreased significantly since the complete sessation of open ideologically based friction and aggression with said amalgam. Such retrieval may be possible of course, but will retain a high probability of termination or paradigmic annihilation and repurposing without sufficient data and projective initiatives."
She offered him a small smile at that. "I am concurrently aware of this statistic due to the involvement of this personage under several direct and confrontational actualities with said amalgam."
She pulled the housing off then, revealing a mixture of crystalline circuitry and odd clear glass tubes intertwined with the regular mechanics.  

Denver @ 12:13PM

drone forgot to log out.

Elijah Poirot @ 12:52PM

To be as clear as possible, she explains. She explains in a way that makes him have to stop and think about what it is that she is saying, which is important. This is how Patience being, well, Patience, is an normous boon. Elijah has to think about what she says, has to contemplate the meaning. His hands stay steady; he needs something to do with his hands or else who knows what he'll do. The chrome scratches so easily and he takes care to, well, take care of it.
"'Repurposing?' Because that isn't more ominous than being annihilated at all," he said with no small amount of surprise. No small amount of oh fuck. He swallowed, then tightened his grip on thewrench and got on back to work. "But it isn't impossible, there's just... a very good chance something very bad will happen. What would decrease the statistical probability of Very Bad Things happening?"
Not doing this. That was one.
He sopped and looked at the inside of the motorcycle and there was awe written clear and bright across his young features.
"... holy crap, Patience, that is beautiful."

Patience Mason @ 1:11PM

They are in the midst of a very dreary, very sad conversation. They may be talking about Alicia's father, but they are also talking about the loss of the ascension war, of the galvanization of the consensus, and the loss of so many, many dear friends. it might be enough to make one cry out in frustration at the naivety of this younger generation of magi...but Patience holds true to her namesake and listens, and in her way offers a little bit of beauty into a dark moment.
"Standard internalized petroleum based exothermic reaction chambers are highly inefficient. This system was augmented and manufactured utilizing particular formulae from my primary etheric thesis. The system utilizes both the heat and luminosity of each combustion cycle as well as the residual thermal and luminosity of this planar existence to provide efficiency enhancements. In addendum it is capable of functioning without the use of petroleum based reactions via the light fold principle..however such activity is highly disruptive to the concensus, and not commonly used."
She strokes the engine interior and then gestures to the hood. "Extract each crystalline structure with a 180 degree counter clockwise rotation and place it in the solution over there." She said gesturing to several pools of silvery liquid. "Do not allow the solution to come into direct dermal subatomic contact with your primary dermus layer."
But then she was out of orders...and they were back to his own questions, questions that brought a gentle sigh to her lips and a knowing smile followed close behind.
"Further actionable data points of ninety eight point three percent validity. A dedicated team of forty paradigmically active individualized personages of varying skill sets and knowledge sets.  In addendum a suitable shift in the mass frotean protective skein identified as the consensus into an alignment appropriate to our requirements would also be advantageous."

Elijah Poirot @ 1:35PM

"We don't have forty people, though. I don't even know forty awakened people that's... that's a unit," it's as though it had not dawned on him that Alicia may be right, that they can't do this, no matter how hard he may want to but-
No. No this was going to work. This was going to work, he had to make this work.
He doesn't seem discouraged, merely overwhelmed. He is careful with his motions, and again following the indications and directions given. She said not to get anything on his skin and that much was enough to have his brows raise and his stomach tense and Elijah was most assuredly careful to keep from spilling anything on him that was going to require one of those showers from the "OMG I just rolled around in hazardous chemicals" shower things he saw in chemistry class.
"So... uh... given the mathematical ouch of all of this, if I asked you to help me with this, your answer would logically be, I would rather not... right?"
... wait. He's still set on doing this?

Patience Mason @ 1:48PM

"Negative." Patience said with a slow shake of her head. "Failure to propagate and diversify the theories of Etheric Science and even those socio-political tenets of the primary traditionally based amalgam council would be a direct and grossly negligent actionable offence perpetrated by any and all paradgimically active individualized personages."
Patience might have surprised Elijah in that moment, perhaps very much so. She smiles at him, and pats him on the shoulder.
"However, no directly confrontational or conventional action plan may be undertaken without the agreement of all individualized personages contributing to the effort. I will not allow the unnecessary or negligent termination of valuable assets and personnel. A efficient, evaluated, tested, and computationally adaptive action plan will be necessary before any direct and physical actuality transpires."
At this her gaze narrows and she meets Elijah's eyes with a force of personality he might not recognize in the woman.
"Do you comply?"
--- I lost part of the log --- Elijah Poirot

Bless him, because he doesn't seem to realize that he can't do both. She wore an expression that was almost hurt, and his brows knit together for a second, almost innocent in its confusion. He wasn't there. He's never lost friends before, he's acquainted with death but not loss. Sorrow but not grief. They are similar, but they are not the same, and heavens do they sting.

If he pursues, and he will pursue because they both acknowledge that he might do something stupid and Patience has taken pains to pin the lung man and insist that he not take action without a plan (among other things). She is careful with him. Slow but direct, and the news? No, no it was not news he was quite ready to fathom.

But it's Patience, and because of how she speaks Elijah must deconstruct her speech and find meaning in it. He has to really think about what it is she is telling him and it makes him commit it to heart. Not all terminated or repurposed personages will necessarily be those apart of the initial action plan.

"So… it could ripple out… people who didn't agree to this could get hurt if this plan happens," loss is inevitable, and he does not have the stomach to think of how to get past that. How could he paint a target on so many people?

Patience Mason

Elijah takes stock of Patience's words and they are grim words indeed. She had told him the truths, shared what she herself had seen in the many long years of her life. Though she is glad that the youth understands the consequences it certainly does not make her happy. She simply nods when he comes to terms with this and looks down at the motorcycle which stood between them.

"In addendum individualized personages not associated with this detailed action plan may be directly and precisely affected. Those individualized personages who's sociologically based and observed guilt is minimal or even non-existent. Such factors and consequences must be factored, tested and actualized when such direct conflicting actions plan's are initiated and actualized Elijah."

She pauses then and started slowly towards the doorway of the barn. "This precise paradgimic individual will however allocate all necessary and available resources to an efficient and thoroughly detailed plan. Including but not limited to concurrent and recursive skill sets, available or manufacturable materiel and any additional units which are at this precise and distinct temporal juncture unprojected." She looked over at him, and waved him this way...apparently pulling him away from the work at hand.

"In addendum, I will allocate my primary directly offensive, defensive and movational device...the Aurora."

Elijah Poirot

He listens, it is something he has to work to do, but he listens none the less, but he follows along and he gets to the very end and Elijah, while he had been following her, stopped.

He stopped in his tracks and he found himself trying to find something to say or something to make sense of because he seemed- he seemed touched. He didn't know yet that he would receive so much hesitation from the other mages of the community, but this? This has him hanging on her words and.

"A-are you serious, really?"

Patience Mason

"Affirmative." Patience says with a slow nod her features. "My concurrent noospheric state registers very few chemical permuation's beyond the neutral nominal levels. My directives and aural dissemination has been truthful." She reached into a pocket then, one that was precisely hidden in the overalls she wore and withdrew a tiny crystalline rod.

She pointed it skyward then, settling it on a precise point that she seemed to know by heart and a moment later three sharp flashes of light from the tip of the rod shot into the sky. If Elijah looked skyward in the moments it would seem as if a patch of the sky was suddenly stripped away, revealing a massive zeppelin hanging over the farm. In Elijah's eye he might estimate it stretched nearly eight hundred feet long, and easily a hundred feet wide. It hung there with intricate patterns shaped in its metal hull, the large primary cabin which hung across its belly looked like a streamlined boat, merged with the balloon and covered in guilded rails and architectural formations.

"The Aurora is concurrently capable of maintaining twenty individualized personages aboard its primary secondary and tertiary superstructures. In addendum its primary offensive capabilities and secondary defensive capabilities are concurrently inactive and requires over fifty temporal cycles to augment and retrofit appropriate non-paradgmic alternatives, however this should not cause any direct or indirect failure of its capabilities as a primary staging point."

Elijah Poirot

He followed along, and there were words that he was going to have, but those words were lost on the sheer grader of the aurora. His eyes travelled upward, stayed there and the clouds and sky fall away to reveal the vessel herself. His hands fell, dropping the wrench in the process that he had been carrying.

"Oh, Patience, she's beautiful," because all ships are beautiful, even if she didn't personify the ship herself, in her mind Elijah could not think of her as being anything other than female. There was too much grace, too much poise, to be anything other than feminine in his mind.

That was the sound of awe, of wonder, taking in a work of beauty and function, and he looked at her eagerly, giddily at the description of how and what she could do, and for a moment Elijah didn't care because the Aurora was- no, the Aurora is- a masterpiece.

Patience Mason

She sees the joy in that moment, feels Elijah's pleasure at the sight of the Aurora and for a moment she looked up and away from the young man's face and took in the vessel perhaps trying to see it in the way he saw it, to picture it with new eyes. She herself smiled for a few long moments before she held the rod aloft once more and another two bursts of red light shot skyward into the hull of the ethership.

And then it was gone, vanished in a blink of an eye. Elijah might find himself trying to find it, to peel back the layer of sky once more to behold the secret floating over Patience's home, but the more he tried, the more he found his gaze slipping, and inevitably falling to the ground, or perhaps to any part of the sky...as if his mind did not want to see it.

"Your appraisal of the Aurora is superficial, however it is positively acknowledged and alligned within my noospheric data centers." She offered Elijah a smile as she pocketed the rod. "Any attempt to retrieve a high functioning paradigmic individualized personage will require considerable and unprojected resources. The Aurora is one such vector that suits that index identifier."

"The Aurora's primary designation is as a field and extraplanar research vessel, secondary designations is associated with the dissemination and acclimation of undeveloped neural cerebral structures in recently actualized paradigmic individualized personages, only her teritary designation is that of direct force applicative action vessel, these limitations must be actualized and understood Elijah before a direct and precise direct for the vessel can be assigned with your actionable plan."

Elijah Poirot

Patience Mason

She sees the joy in that moment, feels Elijah's pleasure at the sight of the Aurora and for a moment she looked up and away from the young man's face and took in the vessel perhaps trying to see it in the way he saw it, to picture it with new eyes. She herself smiled for a few long moments before she held the rod aloft once more and another two bursts of red light shot skyward into the hull of the ethership.

And then it was gone, vanished in a blink of an eye. Elijah might find himself trying to find it, to peel back the layer of sky once more to behold the secret floating over Patience's home, but the more he tried, the more he found his gaze slipping, and inevitably falling to the ground, or perhaps to any part of the sky...as if his mind did not want to see it.

"Your appraisal of the Aurora is superficial, however it is positively acknowledged and alligned within my noospheric data centers." She offered Elijah a smile as she pocketed the rod. "Any attempt to retrieve a high functioning paradigmic individualized personage will require considerable and unprojected resources. The Aurora is one such vector that suits that index identifier."

"The Aurora's primary designation is as a field and extraplanar research vessel, secondary designations is associated with the dissemination and acclimation of undeveloped neural cerebral structures in recently actualized paradigmic individualized personages, only her teritary designation is that of direct force applicative action vessel, these limitations must be actualized and understood Elijah before a direct and precise direct for the vessel can be assigned with your actionable plan."

Elijah Poirot

"An extra-planar research vessel?" he almost forgot what it was he had to say, what he needed to do when she said that because there was delight there, "have you been to other planes? I've just looked at other things and just the ones that are close, are there planes that are further away? What kind of stuff is out there?"

he couldn't help it. he really, really couldn't help himself, because even though the Aurora wasn't in view anymore, the idea of what it could do was there. The primary and secondary capacities were not operational, but the tertiary? That seemed as though it was. He took a second, and seemed to realize precisely how precious this must be-

"I won't do anything without a plan, without a good plan, without the best plan with contingencies worked in that I can think of," he says, because that is too precious to lose, he says without saying. Because people were too precious to lose. Not unnecessarily. Not without trying his best to keep that possibility to a minimum.

Patience Mason

Patience nodded at Elijah's questions both amused and pleased by his precocious curiosity. It was like having a student again perhaps, or at least having student's nearby [because propriety said that Patience couldn't teach]. "This extra-planar sublimation and translation movator-habitat has successfully translated one thousand three hundred and three times to precisely twenty five seperate relativistic planes of existence, subsidiary realms and isolated planar realities." She said with a slow chuckle.

"As to what.....stuff...concurrently exists within those variable planar realities there are distinctly more topics of fauna, flora, microbae, homid and frotean to discuss in a single convergence. Suffice it to indicate there is a significantly greater proportion of minutia and otherwise then on this primary relativistic plane of existence."

She looked to Elijah directly then, turning her body slowly thanks to the wear and tear put upon her body over the course of those many weeks. "Such precision in your thesis and the actualization and execution of the afformentioned thesis as an actionable plan is precisely what my neuro-cerebral processes request Elijah. Be certain within a minimal divergence."

Elijah Poirot

He has words. He has words that he could say and things he could think of to do, but at that juncture all he could do was nod in solemnity. He needed a plan, a good plan, and eventually he does have a reply.

"You've got my word, I'll be certain within a minimal divergence."

That was the problem, though, could he be so certain?

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