Kent/Feldspar
Dec. 13th, 2024 07:37 pm"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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Date: 2025-03-01 10:48 pm (UTC)It makes sense. Kent spends a lot of time alone when they’re up in space, so why wouldn’t he take in one of the little ones?
Feldspar grimaces to themselves and then picks up the radio. “That sounds like a great idea. You’d be amazing with them. Gneiss and Rutile would appreciate the help.”
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Date: 2025-03-01 10:50 pm (UTC)"That alright?"
He laughs. "I didn't ask you first, but I knew you wouldn't mind. Softie."
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Date: 2025-03-01 11:11 pm (UTC)They smile a little more genuinely and sit back in the chair again. “You’ll be good with them. It’s really amazing how well you’ve just blended in with all of us. You’re more Hearthian than me sometimes.”
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Date: 2025-03-02 12:04 am (UTC)"Thats not true. I'm just Kent. You are all better than that."
He tilts his head. "Alright. My time is up. I'll talk to you tomorrow night," he tells them softly, and while he can't say that he loves them, he hopes they can hear it.
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Date: 2025-03-02 01:01 am (UTC)As much as they'd like to keep Kent on the radio with them all night, they know Gossan's also up on a run to Giant's Deep. Best free up the line.
"Goodnight, Kent."
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Date: 2025-03-02 01:02 am (UTC)And he signs off, letting Slate take the radio to check on Gossan. He heads back to his cabin, whistling all the while.
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Date: 2025-03-02 06:07 pm (UTC)“Hey! Heading home? Do you mind if I come with? I actually have some supplies for you.”
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Date: 2025-03-02 06:08 pm (UTC)He pauses, his stick in the dirt, and smiles. "If course. I always love the company."
He waits for them and then starts back up.
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Date: 2025-03-02 11:04 pm (UTC)“I’ve got some blankets for the little one, some little clothes, some jars of the fish-paste we feed the hatchlings, ointments and herbs…all the pantries in the village has this stuff, it’s about time we get you well-stocked.”
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Date: 2025-03-02 11:10 pm (UTC)"Hornfels said you might come by with supplies. Or they would," he laughs. "I've made room in my pantry and in the room for the crib. Whatever they need."
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Date: 2025-03-03 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-03 02:24 am (UTC)He opens the door for them and takes off his shoes, leaning his stick against the wall.
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Date: 2025-03-03 03:29 am (UTC)"Does Feldspar know you're taking on the hatchlings?"
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Date: 2025-03-03 03:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-03-04 12:02 pm (UTC)There’s the clinking as Gneiss begins opening pantry doors and moving jars about.
“Rutile always believed Feldspar’s detached from the rest of us.”
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Date: 2025-03-04 12:04 pm (UTC)"That's not true," Kent argues firmly, almost defensively. He walks over and reads the little braille indents for them in his pantry.
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Date: 2025-03-04 12:36 pm (UTC)Gneiss laughs softly, fondly, but it fades after a moment. They give a solemn look to Kent that he can’t see.
“That egg is small, Kent. Did Tektite talk to you about its odds…?”
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Date: 2025-03-04 12:41 pm (UTC)Kent straightens his shoulders. "It's a very good thing I don't always listen to the odds. Humans are risk takers in that way," he explains. He doesn't have to see the look to know it's there.
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Date: 2025-03-04 02:22 pm (UTC)Gneiss opens their mouth to say something else, then quickly shuts it.
“Feldspar doesn’t like bad odds either. They’ve…taken the deaths of some of the just-hatched really hard in the past.”
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Date: 2025-03-04 03:04 pm (UTC)"Fortunately, that won't happen. I'll take the little one if they hatch, Gneiss," he tells them gently.
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Date: 2025-03-04 04:32 pm (UTC)They exhale very softly, clearly hemming and hawing over if they actually want to say what’s on their mind.
“The last little hatchling we lost was so sick. They survived for weeks, but they were just so…so little, you know? Never really had a fighting chance.”
Gneiss steps away and helps themselves to Kent’s stove, putting on a pot of water for one of their famous herbal concoctions. “They were mostly in my cabin with me, though Rutile would take them off my hands when the stress got to be too much. And Feldspar…Feldspar didn’t leave Timber Hearth once. They wouldn’t. I don’t think any of the others understood it, nothing ever held them back before, but this little hatchling just got to them.
“The night they died Feldspar tried to take them up in their ship. They got as far as my front door before I caught them, and they were just barely hanging on, you know? I asked them what they thought they were doing - I was a little harsh, granted, but that hatchling was two breaths away from passing on - and Feldspar practically sobbed with this little one in their arms, babbling about how the hatchling needed to experience the universe and being weightless instead of so weighted down. I didn’t understand, but I talked them out of it.
“I didn’t see them for nearly four weeks after that. I think they went to live on the Attlerock.”
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Date: 2025-03-04 04:38 pm (UTC)Kent turns away from them so they can't see the way his eyes water, the way his breath hitches.
It's so - Ellie.
That little creature deserved to experience the universe. Kent will make sure this one gets to. Even if it means the end.
"I'm sorry," he says after a moment. "Grief is - It's difficult for everyone. But - why are you telling me?"
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Date: 2025-03-04 04:54 pm (UTC)“In case it happens again.”
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Date: 2025-03-04 05:55 pm (UTC)"It won't," he assures them and reaches out to put a hand on their shoulder. "I have faith this time. Realistic faith."
Something Kent hasn't been able to call on until just this moment.
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Date: 2025-03-04 06:06 pm (UTC)“Me too.”
They take another moment to just hold the shared touch, then pulls back to tend to the tea.
“Now let me go over some of these supplies and I’ll leave you alone for the night.”
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