As a quick notice I am gonna just go ahead and call it that I’ll be going on Hiatus until roughly the time S8 comes out. I’m just far too tired to deal with multitudes of solo blogs that I have.
I have updated my rules page, and in doing so have made it slightly more clear on the section about drama. I will also be much more strict about this little bit, as a heads up.
@fomaisamasama || Random Acts of Kindness | Always Accepting.
It was a particularly hard mission he’s come back from, the brown eyes of the man having been mirroring exhaustion as he set his gear down. A moment’s glance around and at first the item is missed at first. Heavy limbs move s he walked over to pull gloves off and drop them off on the countertop before he opened his eyes a little more and caught sight of it out of the corner of his eye.
The man’s attention shifted to it quickly, brows raised as he stared at the desert for a few moments, When he picked the toothpick out, he blinked between the treat and the paper… It’s chocolate.. How long had it been since he had actual chocolate? He let out a delighted hum as he moved to pick up the desert, a smile passing weary features. HE was delighted.. and that had definitely made his month.
“I’m glad you’re not hurt.” You could see the relief spread across Isamu’s face in a wide smile.The last thing he needed was for his one attachment in this whole world to be hurt; he’d miss seeing him and his perfect bum walking around the hallways, or laughing at the cafeteria, just a few smudges of the food they were eating on the corner of his mouth.
No, Sven was…he was too good. He needed to stay alive.
“Oh-” It was good to see him again? Isamu felt something shift in his chest and he smiled, a little blush on his blue-marked cheeks. “Yes. It’s good to see you too! My mission was good. Informative. Very Secret.” He laughed. “But maybe we could talk about other things…possibly over dinner?”
The man always did what he could in order to help out others. This was the best way to do so for him. It was actually getting in the field and working as a fighter. And he managed to keep fighting in the field. Sometimes he would push through injuries. Others he knew when he was beat. But this mission had been an easy enough one and only caused him minor grazings on his arms or sides. Nothing that would kill him.
Soft brown irises lay on the other, a light smile over his face as he listened to the other. His mind wandering only half a tic before he noticed the rest of what was being said. “That sounds wonderful..” Damn his accent.. making his words slightly distorted from what they should have been. Nonetheless.. he tried to not show his inward distress concerning it. It wasn’t important how he spoke.. as long as he was understood.
“I’m going to be on base the next few quintants unless they ask me to head out on mission before then.”
A pause, "Wait- Scandinavia has that kind of monitoring technology?" Things...were not adding up. They were identical both human and yet...there were more differences that met the eye. "When you say, 'where you come from.' What are you referring to...Earth?" Another small pause, "Something tells me it something else entirely." But cautious he motions for the other to follow. Even if he was growing wary, he was civil, and needed minor medical attention.
" The castle is this way. No use standing out in the open. The others are probably wondering where I am anyways. And who knows what other life could be lingering on this planet.” The last thing they needed was to be ambushed by wildlife.
For every question the other seemed to answer, it just raised a million more in its place...Maybe Allura knew more about this stranger. This stranger that happened to look very similar to him.
He finally was putting the pieces together, but in order to help emphasize what he was saying.. he needed to pull up his holoscreen… though that may have to wait for when he made it to the castle mentioned. “I am from Earth. But if my hunch is correct.. Not from your Earth.” His suit had a built in monitor. Which meant that his meeting with the paladins had been recorded. And accessible from his holoband. “The reality I come from.. is a little more advanced. It has had to be.” The Alteans weren’t exactly something he wanted to talk about but sometimes he had to. And that was fine.
The Guns of Gamara were a stand alone rebellion, though there were some members of the race they fought against they have been capable of Sven was.. for the most part.. fine with the questions. He trusted the paladins when he met them–especially after they rebelled against his reality’s Altean forces.
“I may be able to give you a little more information, but that may be best to wait until we are in a more stable environment.” He wasn’t sure what any of this was, but it was.. weird. And he recognized that name.. but the face.. was almost identical to his own.. which was somewhat eerie.
“… You are all.. very strange.”
Anonymous || MEME
He listened, those brown eyes of his focused at first on the clip of information before him before he stopped–almost immediately in the middle of what he was reading. It wasn’t that he’d been disinterested, he had always been good at multitasking–listening to what someone had to say while still simultaneously doing his own work. But at this point, warmth had filtered in on the man’s cheeks, the brown eyes snapping up before he shifted some. Oh.. The man cleared his throat, a hand moving to cover his moth as he tried to keep his breathing steady. That was.. Oh…
He had to admit that it.. was really nice sounding.. Now if only he knew who it was..
What a perfect day to hit this number
Isamu bit his lower lip, proud to see Sven shift from No-nonsense Gun member to his usual sweet self.
“I’m glad to hear that. No injuries?” Sven was the type to keep his pain to himself, and Isamu was determined to stay on top of anything that happened to him, in case he needed assistance, of course.
“It’s been so long since we were on base at the same time. I’m really glad.” As a spy, his missions were erratic; he never knew how long he would be gone. Days, weeks, or Months or even longer, and it may be ages till he has contact with the base. It was a relief to see Sven safe and sound; he knew as a Gun you weren’t supposed to form attachments, but Sven was…he was different. Isamu didn’t have family anymore, had left his friends behind, but when he met Sven, he couldn’t help but latch on.
He was okay with being soft–there was no shame in it. Though when questioned about injuries, he let out a soft nervous half-laugh.
“Nothing major. Only a couple minor scratches. Nothing serious.” A bit of a smile passed the Gun’s lips, though he would only let the other know of serious injuries when it wouldn’t be a problem. At least, they wouldn’t be in his mind. He’d been through so much worse that he was certain even if something happened to him.. he would still figure out how to manage.
“It’s been too long, it’s really good to see you again. How was your mission?” Sven genuinely cared about this one.. he seemed to go out of his way when he saw him on base.. as few times as it often was. It was nice to see someone on the base that he could easily manage to speak to without feeling like he was having to put up a facade. He was so often keeping a no-nonsense exterior that he found it hard to speak with others. But Isamu seemed to pull the softer side of the man out from behind his shield.
“Ah, Sven~!” Isamu’s voice was light and airy, all cheers. He notices the bright flush on the larger man’s cheeks and has to bite the inside of his cheek so that he doesn’t giggle.
“Of course you can. Would you like to talk somewhere more…private?” he gets a little closer, smile quirking on his lips. “I trust your mission went well?”
He couldn’t even make himself continue to seem angry with the other, no matter how much he may have wanted to. The big tough guy act dropped the instant Isamu opened his mouth. Most people knew what the man was like outside of his usual behavior on base. Everyone assumed he was the big silent type that never spoke.. but they were always surprised when they actually spoke to him and got to know him.
The tease hadn’t gone unnoticed, brown eyes blinking in surprise before he cleared his throat and decided upon responding to the second. “It went well.. everything has been handled that needed handled.”
@oceanbluepaladin || Smack dat booty || Always accepting // ISAMU
The Gun had managed to make it to a base for debreifing, and he knew that Isamu was here, but his focus was on the holoband on his armor. one hand was raised while the other tapped away at the screen, not paying full attention to his surroundings until he felt the sharp smack against his backside. The brown eyes of the man went wide, face heating up as he stopped typing. A pink hue graced the lightly tanned cheeks of the Gun, his eyes turning from what he was doing to look for the culprit. Honestly, there was only one person that seemed to try to fluster the man every now and then.
Finally, his flustered gaze lands on Isamu, a brow arched. The other seemed incredibly calm, but knowing the jobs the other went on.. Anything was possible. “Isamu..” He did his best to clear his throat and look serious despite the obvious blush on his face.. though that would likely not be possible to hide. “Might I have a word with you?”
✩ As the guard relaxed, so did Lotor — though less visibly on his part. However, he was still relieved that his rank had not been questioned. “That would be ideal,” he said. “But it’s not terribly urgent.”
He paused, scanning the surrounding area. Some part of him wanted to explore it more thoroughly, but he likely didn’t have time for that. Perhaps one day…
“Have you been here long?” he asked, turning to face the guard again. "It seems like a nice place. Nicer than where I’ve been stationed, certainly.”
The Gun paused, hand moving to the piece of his helmet that would allow him to make his face guard transparent. “Regardless, it is always better to get business off your mind while you can around here.” Honestly, Sven had only been stationed for a moment while they decided where to send him and who to send him with. He was.. not usually in one place long.
“Not really. I’m only here awaiting an assignment before I’ll be off to another mission. I only debrief here every now and then when it’s the closer base for me to go to.” Most of his missions couldn’t wait for him to go to the base that gave him the mission.. He was often times the first they would give important missions to.
He’d maneuvered his way through the area easily, those brown eyes of his focused on where he was going. “Are you at one of the further outpost bases?” He knew sometimes they transferred a Gun to the inside outpost, but… How often that happened was not entirely known to him.
Sven’s handwriting is neat and tidy, even
given that he doesn’t often write anymore
unless it’s small notes for others, tiny reminders
for them to take care of themselves. Not many
of the other guns of Gamara are capable of
reading them in his native handwriting, so often
times he will be found learning other languages
trying to figure out how to translate his reminders
to other Guns native languages so they can
also have their little reminders.
They reach the Bridge while they talk, Korso quietly crossing the metal flooring and moving up the stairs that lead to the Captain’s section. He settles in the chair easily, having swiveled it around to face Sven so he could continue to listen. As for Cocoa, she stayed with their guest and instead sniffed at his legs for a few moments, snorting when she picked up a variety of smells.
Honestly, the name of the dog just gets a low chuckle from the Captain. Sure, Cosmo was a pretty silly name for a dog but it was still better than ‘spot’ so Korso wasn’t going to remark on that.
“Mm… Hard to find but some breeders do pop up from time to time out here,” that was how he’d gotten a hold of Cocoa, having discovered an alien breeder that was looking to sell some puppies.
The Gun kept his attention on the Captain for a few moments before he moved it to the canine investigating him. Honestly, she could smell a number of things, including Altean sentry fluids and a little bit of the various planetary residue that he had tracked through in order to find where he’d hidden his ship for the mission he’d been on. He really wasn’t too entirely worried about her finding a smell she didn’t like unless she decided she didn’t like him.
“I didn’t know breeders out here existed at all.” He looked slightly surprised, however, he decided that he would be better off knowing that he may not manage to keep a dog while being on the move as much as he was.
After all, he wouldn’t have been surprised to find alien animal breeders– people on some planets kept their own subspecies as pets sometimes.. The brown eyes of the man watch the canine one more moment before he offers her his upturned hand, a soft smile over his face.
“Come on then,” Korso gives a slight jerk of his head before walking on ahead down the corridors that would lead down to the guns. The Valkyrie housed more than a few but the two in question were both at the bottom front of the ship, held down in the bowels of the old girl. It doesn’t take him too long to lead Sven there and all the weapons sat inside, ready to slide out any time they were actually needed.
They were old models but still reliable and the tools needed to actually fix them could be found in several cabinets on the walls. It was just better to keep the tools down here instead of having to head back to the upper decks and fetch them.
“Here we go… the troublesome two,” they were close to each other and the two lead guns, sitting there with casings open. Korso had taken a hand at poking around in them to find the trouble already but had no such luck.
He wasn’t always sure what exactly to make sure of this place, but he was definitely going to try his best to help where he could. Brown eyes shifted from the other to the surroundings so that maybe he would be able to navigate his way through here later on when he needed to. Places like this were not always on his top ten of knowing the way around all the time. But he would try.
When they reached the room the malfunctioning guns were kept, the Gun looked around, taking in the entirety of the place’s detailing. Everything and where it was was made a note of.. that way when he went to put it all away, it would go right back. “Well, let’s see what I can do with these.”
He moved from standing next to the captain to look at the first canon, shifting so he was sitting next to it before he shifted to take a look at the parts that laid out next to him and then to the canon itself. “I’ll probably have to take the entire thing apart, that way I can make sure there’s nothing wrong with any of the mechanics.”
He disappeared for weeks and now he’s not sure what’s going on.