Portal Breach: The Collision of Worlds :: v.4.0


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    Chell
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    Re: Reunion

    Post by Chell on Tue Jan 29, 2013 10:09 pm

    To say Chell hadn't been expecting Wheatley's uncharacteristically subdued response to her offer was something of an understatement. Given everything she knew about the core, she'd at least expected... happiness? Relief? Maybe a sudden switch back to his old, go-to cheer like he'd demonstrated just a few minutes ago? Anything but the blankness and subtle worry he seemed to exhibit now. To her own surprise, Chell felt something within her drop a bit at this, causing her to clench her jaw tight and look away. Did... did he not want another chance, was that it? Of all the things the former test subject had envisioned if she ever happened to meet him again, the very idea that he might not want to continue seeing her after this, even if it had been against her own will, was something she had not been prepared for in the least. He was well within his rights to do so, of course, but it didn't seem to make sense for him...

    Fortunately, the core spoke up again a moment later, his words filling her with an odd sense of relief as she turned to meet his gaze. "I will." The unusual seriousness in his tone was almost enough to cause her to cock an eyebrow, though she thought better of it. Well, if he wasn't excited by her offer, he was at least sincere, and that much was obvious in his voice and body language if nothing else. Whatever had happened to him in space, or since his arrival to the Breach, it was clear he had learned something, and wanted to try as much as she did, which was enough to earn him a little quirk of a smile out of Chell. It was an almost entirely unconscious gesture on her part, but although it may have been small and guarded, it was definitely genuine. Whatever the future had in store for them was still up in the air, but she was glad that this at the very least had finally been settled. After all this time, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, and she could finally breathe around him again, or simply the thought of him, even, and that was enough to relax her considerably. She would try her best to do her part too, but whatever happened next was Wheatley's decision.

    Not exactly the most comforting thought - but he could do it. She wanted to believe he could.

    As per usual, it didn't take Wheatley long to start babbling again, which Chell couldn't honestly say she minded that much. It was familiar, a sign that things were back to normal with them, which, for the moment, suited her just fine - she was emotionally exhausted. Licking the smile off her lips, the former test subject settled back into her previous seated position and stretched, wincing a tad as the bones in her neck popped. She couldn't help but wonder how long they'd been in here at this point. Already, she was starting to feel faint, all too familiar pangs of hunger, which meant that it had to have been at least approaching dinnertime for her. Evidently, Wheatley was wondering the same thing, and she responded to his inquiry with a shrug. Come to think of it, she couldn't really hear the storm anymore... best to go and check for herself then.

    Heaving herself upright, Chell stretched one last time before holding up a wholly unnecessary finger to the core before wandering back toward the entrance of the cave. Peering outside, she noted that while the sun hadn't quite come back out yet, the rain had stopped, leaving behind only a few wayward sprinkles in it's wake. The ground around them was soaked, but it looked safe enough to traverse - they certainly wouldn't start sinking again, at any rate. Making her way back to Wheatley, she nodded a confirmation, kneeling down in front of him and reaching out for her notepad. "We'd best go. It's getting late." was what she eventually wrote. "Where do you want me to take you?"
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    Re: Reunion

    Post by Wheatley on Sat Feb 23, 2013 8:11 pm

    He should have been happy. He really should have. This was what he'd wanted, after all. More or less. His fantasy had involved a little more smiling and gracious forgiveness and less bitter recriminations and terror. Somewhere in there, perhaps a its all right, I know it wasn't your fault for good measure. Which would have been untrue, but it would have been nice to pretend it was. What he wanted, most of all, was for everything to go back to the way it was before he'd betrayed her. When she wasn't there, it was easy to convince himself that all he'd need to fix it were a few simple words. when she wasn't there, he could pretend to himself that she really would have forgiven him, if he just had the time to apologize, to explain himself.

    And, now, he realized he'd been fooling himself. It would take a lot more than just words to fix everything. But, as usual, he came up with the idea, and she hammered out the details. Time and time again, she showed him the way that his crazy, mad schemes could work. Only, this time, it wasn't sabotaging neurotoxin generators or AI turrets. This time, it was...

    Forgiveness. Redemption. And, this time, she wouldn't be doing all the hard work. She'd laid the path out in front of him, told him what he'd have to do... and he'd screw it up, he'd was just sure of it. There had to be another way, maybe something he could say, maybe ...

    Well. Well. He'd. He'd think of something. Maybe. Maybe he could get Kefka's help. Advice. Something.

    Though he was still leery about introducing her to the clown. Wheatley adored him, but other people sometimes had a poor reaction to his antics. Still, it couldn't hurt to ask. Uh. Eventually.

    He shook himself out of his thoughts when she came back and the Sphere peered obediently at the notebook she held out. "Fair enough," he agreed, cheerfully. Then hesitated a bit, at her second question. He wasn't sure how to explain the next bit without explaining Kefka. Short and simple, maybe? "Just... out of the woods, please?"

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