Kent Clark (
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openmisc2024-12-13 07:37 pm
Kent/Feldspar
"Just once more," they had said when Ellie's team petitioned for it. She was busy with Palmer, falling in love with science while he fell in love with God, and Kent was left to pick up the pieces. He wanted another damn go at it. The Machine had a pricetag in the billions; it was begging to be used again.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
But they wouldn't let Ellie go. They wouldn't let just anyone go. They wanted someone who knew how it worked, who had been there from the beginning, but someone who isn't completely taken in by Ellie's words.
That leads them to a dozen people and they end up with Kent. He's blind, but that's not what decides it. They claim that he wouldn't hallucinate the way Ellie did. That he has a unique perspective.
And, he's already proven himself steady and loyal.
He experiences it all the way that Ellie does, but something goes wrong on the other end. Maybe another terrorist attack. Maybe not. All he knows is that he's in the sphere and then, suddenly, he's floating, unable to find his footing until a great crash and he slams into the bottom of the machine.
He groans, pulling his helmet on with a grunt and a wince.
"Fuck this," he mutters, finding the edge of the sphere with his hands. There was a door there somewhere. He just - has to find it.
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Kent grumbles at that. "That's normal? What's normal?"
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“Feldspar’s wanting sex because they’re in a mating frenzy,” Gossan says, bluntly cutting them off. “Sorry, we should have warned you. I’m guessing it doesn’t happen for your species?”
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Kent chokes on the broth, though he's laughing. "Yeah, we dom generally the females of the species, though. Not males. We are...generally always ready for it."
He runs his fingers through his hair. "They didn't tell me that."
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“But it makes sense though,” Hornfels adds, a little lost in thought. They tap their spoon against their chin and squint their eyes. “Feldspar not telling you. We don’t really tend to realize it’s happening until we see a pattern in our behavior. And Feldspar, as smart as they are, can be dense when it comes to this sort of thing.”
“Yeah,” Gossan nods. “Not to mention they’re usually in space for it, and they really haven’t been interested in anyone in a long time.”
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"They aren't," he laughs. "But I would do the same thing."
He finishes his broth and sits up. "Well, I'm going to go take a nap before bonfire tonight."
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“We’ll be seeing you later, Kent.”
When Kent’s out of earshot, Hornfels leans over to Gossan again, mumbling out of the side of their mouth, “should we have warned him that Feldspar bites?”
“Nah,” Gossan says with a shake of their head, “he’s probably already figured that out for himself.”
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He stands and gets ready before hurrying off.
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“It’s late. We need to head back to the village before they send people out after us.”
Feldspar helps Slate with their supplies and they start back towards the village, happily chatting about the controls and the various successes and failures of the day.
“Is Kent gonna be angry about all those new cuts and bruises?”
“Nah. He knows that I’m testing things for you, it ain’t a surprise that sometimes I get hurt.”
At the thought of Kent though they start to grin a little excitedly.
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"They're fine. Just - staring at the stars."
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“Feldspar! Do you have any stories for us?” Chert asks, followed quickly by an equally as eager Riebeck.
“We-we want a story, Feldspar!” they agree, though somewhat softer. “Tell us about Brittle Hollow?”
“No, Giant’s Deep!” Chert argues.
“No, tell us about the time you flew by the Interloper!” Marl interjects, grinning from where they’re seated with little Hal on their lap.
“No,” Gneiss says, “you need to tell us about the time you flung yourself around the sun. Now that was a dozy.”
“Yeesh,” Feldspar says through some laughter. They eye Kent and then Lapis, and suddenly feel a lot more embarrassed than they have in the past about all this. “You’ve already heard all these a hundred times, do you really want me to tell them all again?”
“Yeah!!!!”
“Yes, of course!”
“It’s the way you tell them,” Tektite chimes in, having taken off their prosthetic and rubbing at their stump. “You might as well pick something, Feldspar, or this group ain’t gonna leave you alone.”
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"They love hearing your stories," he says in a murmur. "Pretend you're telling it just to Lapis."
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But talking just to Lapis, and their big, searching eyes is easy.
“Okay, okay,” they laugh, holding their arms out. “Let me tell you the one about the Hourglass Twins and how I nearly got caught in that massive sand pillar. It goes like this-”
They grow more animated as they dive into the story, imaging one day that they’d tell it to an older Lapis who would watch them in awe just like Riebeck and Chert and Gabbro do now.
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"Look, Feldspar has some big tales, but they've never flown....in a helicopter," he says, trying to draw their attention away.
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“You tell the story and I’ll take Lapis,” they suggest, then gesture for Rutile to come close with the other hatchling. “And Hal. I want both.”
“Greedy,” Rutile chuckles, but readily hands over the little hatchling.
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Kent chuckles and starts to tell them about a mystical flying and hovering machine that makes such strange, chopping noises. He tells them about flying over canyons and oceans and deserts, and how they had to be careful or they might....lose a hand!
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“You can lose a hand on one of Slate’s ships!” Chert says with a nod.
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"You could," Kent says with a sage smile. "But let's not give them any more ideas, huh?"
He sits up. "How about I show you how to play Marco Polo?"
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Kent teaches them the basics, how to play and then they're off. Kent, naturally, is first, and he catches Chert in quick time. They're next, and Kent laughs as they trip over Gabbro, who got distracted by a mushroom.
By the end of it, the hatchlings fall together, panting, in front of the fire.
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Before they even realize it both Hal and Lapis are sleeping away in their arms. Tektite takes Hal and leaves Lapis to Feldspar, who then tucks them away against their chest.
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Kent finds his place beside Feldspar again and leans on their shoulder. He can tell the little ones - or one, it seems - is asleep, and so he keeps his voice quiet.
"I don't suppose you roasted my marshmallow for me?" he teases.
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Lapis lets out a quiet little sigh. “Lapis is out cold. Ready to head home?”
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"Oh my god, yes," he laughs, standing up again and reaching down a hand for them. "Are they staying with us tonight?"
He doesn't mind now as much as he did before, but he's mindful of what Gossan and Hornfels said to him before. What they explained.
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