![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chocobobutt posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
dollymixturesThey'd told him he was faulty.
Well, that's not strictly true, other people had been told he was faulty and that he wasn't suitable for combat (even though his shooting was excellent), but he'd been there at the time and that sort of counted - at least, it was the only way he was ever told anything, anyway.
They'd said he was to be decommissioned. He didn't know what decommissioned was, but he knew it was something a trooper didn't come back from. There were a lot of things a trooper didn't come back from, though, so at least he didn't know enough to be scared. Mostly, he was curious.
Maybe that was the problem. None of the others seemed to ever be curious. He was just supposed to follow orders, he wasn't supposed to know what why meant, let alone ask it.
It had been easier, before, being raised the same as all the others, given the same instructions. None of the others had talked, so he didn't either - but he did listen. He listened, and he learned - not much, just bits and pieces here and there, things that meant nothing to him and things that sounded interesting. Anything from state secrets to petty dramas between colleagues, and he didn't know one from the other truth be told, didn't know enough about the world to slot any of it into places that fit - he just liked to hear people talk. It made him feel less... lonely.
Another problem. He never realised he wasn't meant to feel anything at all.
Whatever decommissioning was or wasn't, he never had the chance to find out, though, because while he was being transported from one end of the facility to the other, the vehicle carrying him was hijacked. He didn't know it at the time - his armour had been deactivated, rendering him practically blind and barely able to move, and all he could hear was the sounds of a fight and then the vehicle was moving again - and it seemed like it was going much, much further than just the other end of the facility...
After a long journey and some disorienting moves, he becomes aware that someone is activating the release catches on his helmet, and he barely has chance to react before he's wincing at the sudden flood of painfully bright light (it's not overly bright, it just seems it after so long in darkness) - followed immediately by an uncomfortably loud clatter as whoever removed his helmet drops it.
"Holy shit." somebody in front of him breathes, as he's still trying to adjust to the light.
Well, that's not strictly true, other people had been told he was faulty and that he wasn't suitable for combat (even though his shooting was excellent), but he'd been there at the time and that sort of counted - at least, it was the only way he was ever told anything, anyway.
They'd said he was to be decommissioned. He didn't know what decommissioned was, but he knew it was something a trooper didn't come back from. There were a lot of things a trooper didn't come back from, though, so at least he didn't know enough to be scared. Mostly, he was curious.
Maybe that was the problem. None of the others seemed to ever be curious. He was just supposed to follow orders, he wasn't supposed to know what why meant, let alone ask it.
It had been easier, before, being raised the same as all the others, given the same instructions. None of the others had talked, so he didn't either - but he did listen. He listened, and he learned - not much, just bits and pieces here and there, things that meant nothing to him and things that sounded interesting. Anything from state secrets to petty dramas between colleagues, and he didn't know one from the other truth be told, didn't know enough about the world to slot any of it into places that fit - he just liked to hear people talk. It made him feel less... lonely.
Another problem. He never realised he wasn't meant to feel anything at all.
Whatever decommissioning was or wasn't, he never had the chance to find out, though, because while he was being transported from one end of the facility to the other, the vehicle carrying him was hijacked. He didn't know it at the time - his armour had been deactivated, rendering him practically blind and barely able to move, and all he could hear was the sounds of a fight and then the vehicle was moving again - and it seemed like it was going much, much further than just the other end of the facility...
After a long journey and some disorienting moves, he becomes aware that someone is activating the release catches on his helmet, and he barely has chance to react before he's wincing at the sudden flood of painfully bright light (it's not overly bright, it just seems it after so long in darkness) - followed immediately by an uncomfortably loud clatter as whoever removed his helmet drops it.
"Holy shit." somebody in front of him breathes, as he's still trying to adjust to the light.
"Get... get Marshal Leonis. He should see this."
no subject
Date: 2024-01-29 07:33 pm (UTC)Six bless his sense of propriety, at least for meals. "You can borrow one of my shirts. It might be a little big for you, but it will do until your clothes are all clean." He sets the sausage on the plates and turn off the stove, before turning around. "Let's head to my room; I'll give it to you there..."
no subject
Date: 2024-01-29 07:44 pm (UTC)Prompto nods his understanding, adding the information to all the other things he's learned over the last few weeks.
"Thank you." He says with another nod, casting one last interested eye over the sausages before stepping away so they can go and fetch one of Cor's shirts.
He's glad he's going to learn some chores so he can help out, but he really wishes there was more he could do for Cor after everything...
no subject
Date: 2024-01-30 10:04 pm (UTC)Cor goes over to the dresser and opens a middle drawer. He starts to dig around in there to see which of his shirts might be good enough to lend. Most of them are dark colored, if not outright black, but there are a few with a bit more color, or even a design...
Though if Prompto wishes to check other parts of the room, the older man isn't going to notice that in the next few moments...
no subject
Date: 2024-01-30 10:45 pm (UTC)Had it been even as recently as a week ago, Prompto likely would have stood patiently in the doorway and waited for Cor to find what he was looking for. At most, he would have stepped into the room, perhaps let his gaze stray, but not moved.
Now, though, curiosity is starting to get the better of him, and he follows Cor towards the dresser so he can take a closer look at the photos there, eyes shining with interest. He doesn't linger for too long, though, wanting to take in the rest of the room as well - it's one place in the house he's barely gone since arriving, and he's fascinated by everything he can see.