juststeverogers: (Distraught)
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In the aftermath of the Nightmare incident in the Nexus, Steve knew the most important thing in the immediate was making sure people were okay. Hell, he'd spent most of his time tending to Amelia's wounds such that by the time he was finished most of the cafe had cleared out. He's glad the rogue got the care she needed but he hasn't seen her since.

In fact, he's not seen most of them since. He waited a bit to see if he'd spot familiar faces in the Nexus, but with things quiet he takes matters into his own hands and sends out a message to several of his friends.

Hey, it's Steve.

I know you were involved in the mess during the Halloween party and I really want to make sure you're alright. I'm sorry I haven't reached out sooner. I wanted to make sure you got the time and care you needed after everything that happened. The coordinates to my apartment are listed at the end of this message.

Please let me know you're okay.

Date: 2018-03-06 10:34 pm (UTC)
rekindledtitan: (Found something)
From: [personal profile] rekindledtitan
"We can transmat back to the ship, and I can repair Blaze..."

"Yeah, it'll be... nngh. Fine." Blaze winces, even with Steve's support. This is the part where she remembers that she's by no means immune to pain, especially when she no longer has an immediate objective to distract her. She clips her sidearm back into place and gestures at the dead servitor. "Over there."

When Steve helps her over she sinks to her knees and pulls a couple of tools from a side pouch. The metal carcass in front of her is turned over and she gets to cracking it open. Ether spills everywhere despite her care to avoid cutting any more lines, the fluid pale and glowing softly. And then there's the fluid leaking from her shattered boot, until Ghost manages to swoop in and stem the flow. "Just got to dig out the good bits, heh. Parts of the processing core and ether synthesis unit. That kinda stuff. That was a hell of a job, killing this thing."

Date: 2018-03-07 11:18 pm (UTC)
rekindledtitan: (Found something)
From: [personal profile] rekindledtitan
"You wouldn't be the man I know." Her helm's faceplate betrays nothing, but her voice is warm. She hands Steve a couple tools to help jimmy the shell apart while she and Ghost gut it briskly. "The Fallen worship these things, you know. This one's on the small side for a full-blown machine god, but it looks like they were trying to elevate it. Good thing we put a stop to it."

She pulls out an ether-soaked component and sets it aside for Ghost to transmat to the ship. "Why did you drop by, anyway? Something we can help with?"

Date: 2018-03-11 07:14 pm (UTC)
rekindledtitan: (Shared look)
From: [personal profile] rekindledtitan
Blaze's head jerks up, looking between Steve and Ghost before she says, "We've been doing all right. Think Ghost's still kinda shaken up but he and Adia did well looking out for each other."

"The Nightmare took me back to... to a terrible place. And I don't mean that ship. It was awful," Ghost admits, looking down briefly. "Being alone like that is... something I don't want to experience again. But I have my Guardian back, now. I left my fear in the Nightmare. Well, most of it, anyway." He looks at Blaze, gaze fixing pointedly on the bundle of tattered cloth at her hip. She's not looking, buried near up to her shoulders in the servitor's carcass, eyes on the component she's wrangling out.

"Yeah. Just wish I could've... protected you."

"...Likewise," Ghost says, more softly.

Date: 2018-03-18 09:10 pm (UTC)
rekindledtitan: (Say what?)
From: [personal profile] rekindledtitan
He has both robots looking his way well before he finishes speaking. Probably neither of them really understood how concerned their friend was. They've been dealing with this between themselves ever since the Nightmare, and even if Ghost at least remembered that they needn't do so alone, it truly didn't occur to them how their friends might feel about it.

"Steve..." Ghost flies over to him. Even Blaze pulls away from the servitor, though her gaze drops uncomfortably as he speaks. "I'm sorry. We didn't mean to worry you. But we're safe now."

"Some things you just have to endure yourself," Blaze says. She stoops awkwardly, grabbing the tail of a Fallen cloak and wiping her ether-slicked hands before she limps closer and pats Steve's shoulder. Whatever else, at least she's not hiding herself in machine guts any more. "Hey, it's all right. We made it, didn't we? I'm sorry we didn't think of calling you, too. But if you want to be sure we're back on our feet- uh, metaphorically speaking, anyway-" She pats the servitor shell, sounding hopeful. "How's that for reassuring?"

Date: 2018-03-20 10:06 pm (UTC)
rekindledtitan: (Shared look)
From: [personal profile] rekindledtitan
"Would we do that?" Her tone can't match her joking words. He looks so very relieved. So grateful. How can she shatter that? It makes Blaze hold her silence even with the truth coiled painfully tight inside her. She shifts her weight to her good foot and that's when she notices the way Ghost is staring at her. He almost looks... stern. She blinks at him.

"Blaze, I think you should tell him the rest. What happened in there. All of it."

"Ghost?" She frowns at him, taken off-guard and hesitating for once in her life. Her companion perseveres, flying back to face her and lowering his voice, not that it'll stop Steve hearing at this range.

"You said yourself that hiding doesn't help. And... Blaze, if anyone can understand, it's Steve."

She looks at Ghost with narrowed eyes, her gaze flicking to Steve awkwardly, the holding herself stock still for a minute. Honestly, though, keeping silent this long has been straining the limits of her capacity for deception. "Kinda what I was worried about, Ghost... ah, Light damnit, I don't know what to say about it!" She shakes her head, looking everywhere but up at her friends. Her body language speaks for her, though - and it speaks of frustration. And less familiar in her, shame.

Date: 2018-03-22 11:16 pm (UTC)
rekindledtitan: (Distant focus)
From: [personal profile] rekindledtitan
Blaze shoots another look at Ghost, but this is out in the open now and reproaching him won't get her anywhere. He doesn't even offer her guidance beyond the tiniest bob. Like a nod. Go on.

"I was trapped in a labyrinth with Reynard." She meets Steve's eyes deliberately, rattling off the facts bluntly. Charge at them and maybe they won't get a chance to hurt. "Looked like an ancient library, but the further down we went the bigger it got, and there was this pit at the center- anyway. Corpses strung up in every other shadow, some of them animate. They, uh- they were people I knew, some of them. Maybe Reynard recognized the others, he never said. We'd have had it in hand, but-"

And maybe it's telling that all of that comes easily enough. None of that truly bothers her. But it's a few seconds before she can spit out the rest.

"I rebooted. No catalyst and no warning, Just shut down and wiped in the middle of the floor. Couldn't even remember my name properly afterward and you always know that." Her voice picks up an anxious note at that last and she shakes herself, hands closed into fists. Blaze-37. I know. I'm all right. Keep talking. "It happened again after that. Kept happening. Twenty-minute intervals, down to the second. After a while I'd realize what was happening. Know it was coming. Couldn't make any sense of why. I figured it was just... going to keep happening."

Date: 2018-03-24 12:16 am (UTC)
rekindledtitan: (Getting personal)
From: [personal profile] rekindledtitan
"For now." She probably shouldn't have said that. It hurts so much more than she expected, to see that look on his face. There's an internal wrench, an ache she's only ever felt seeing how frightened Ghost was after their reunion. She reaches up to grip his arm gently, and if she limits herself to that it's because she can't decide whether she wants to pull him into a hug or beat the hell out of everything.

"I've been trying to stay focused. Not think about it. But I can't shake the idea it's coming again. I never remembered the reboots before. Now I can't stop."

Date: 2018-03-27 07:24 pm (UTC)
rekindledtitan: (Perking up)
From: [personal profile] rekindledtitan
She blinks at Steve, taking in his words and the determination behind them. Then looks to an equally surprised-looking Ghost. "Is that even possible? I mean, we can't- not for people. Frames, yeah, but they're a lot simpler..."

Ghost spins rapidly. He doesn't want to quash her hope, but nor does he want to raise them unfairly. He's very cautious when he points out, "Even accessing their memories can get complicated. Exos are Golden Age technology - nobody in our universe understands your physiology that well. It's... not like you have any connection ports."

Date: 2018-05-04 10:43 pm (UTC)
rekindledtitan: (Funny)
From: [personal profile] rekindledtitan
"Stark?" Her rising hopes are checked suddenly. Blaze narrows her optics skeptically at Steve, her voice troubled. "Weren't you two fighting on opposite sides last time you met? I thought you weren't exactly friends these days."

"Do you really think we could ask him for help?" Ghost, too, is caught between hope and worry. He's seen the name Stark crop up in more places than his Guardian; he believes it when Steve says this is the kind of man who might be able to help. But neither does he want their friend to take a chance trying to make contact for them...

Date: 2018-05-09 10:59 pm (UTC)
rekindledtitan: (Understood)
From: [personal profile] rekindledtitan
"I know it's a long shot." Though in Steve's time, working with access to alien tech, maybe they're closer to the people of the Golden Age than anyone on her Earth. Even if she knows nothing is guaranteed, there's a hopeful light in her eyes. "But we know Natasha. I'd trust her to handle it. And if there's a chance it'll work- I have to try, Steve. I need something better than sitting and waiting for what's coming. The last time I rebooted I was lucky. Fate- the Light - gave me a fresh start. Next time won't be so kind."
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"Soon." Blaze sounds as if it's only grudgingly that she doesn't specify 'right the hell now'. But aside from the practicalities of making all the arrangements... "We have to go back to the Tower first. Commander Zavala and I need to have words. But once that's taken care of, there's no sense in delaying." Or in stopping to dwell on what they could be getting into. Steve wouldn't set them on a path that wasn't worth following.

"I can keep the comm feed secure while we're there," Ghost says thoughtfully. "Not that they could reach you anyway. That should be safe enough."

Date: 2018-05-21 09:52 pm (UTC)
rekindledtitan: (Say what?)
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"Are we?" There's not a lot of nuance to Blaze's expressions, but her frown at those words is especially sharp, her posture tensing under all that armor. There's an unusual undertone of suspicion in her voice. Ghost is listening close as always. "That for our benefit, or his?"

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