[OOC: I have not watched Freedom yet, so no spoilers, please!]
[Story-Weaving]
[Athrun just so happens to hail from a technologically advanced world, so cities that would be futuristic by twenty-first century standards are normal to him. However, he's never seen a city quite like this one before. He can't help but feel impressed when he looks at the cityscape as the monorail he's aboard cruises through it -- this is far more dense and built-up than any of the PLANTs or Orb's capital are. He couldn't begin to guess how many people live in this city.
This ends up temporarily derailed when their guide identifies herself as half human, half AI, and her mother as a full AI. That leaves Athrun completely and utterly baffled. Athrun is intimately familiar with AI, given Birdy and the number of Haros he made as a younger adolescent, so hearing that about his guide confuses the ever-loving hell out of him. How is something like that even possible? AIs can't reproduce biologically! And how could human reproduction conceive anything other than a human? Even artificially-created humans, such as Coordinators like his parents and Kira, still consist of flesh and blood!
Unfortunately for Athrun, he never has the opportunity to ask. Instead, he gets stuck in an ice breaker activity. So, he's supposed to tell a story. What kind of story should he tell, though? He has to be careful what he says, between his Coordinator heritage and having to handle classified information for Orb. Then, he has an idea.]
I'm sorry, but would you mind starting us off? I'm having some difficulty coming up with a story.
[Welcoming Party]
[Athrun has never been one for big parties like this. Fortunately for him, this one is filled with new experiences in every direction he looks. He watches the robots perform and interact with other people with rapt interest
For now, though, he'd like a snack and something to drink. He hails a robot server, and as it so happens, so does a person a few feet away from him. Once the robot approaches:]
Go ahead, after you. I don't mind.
[Joystick Jungle]
[An arcade. Athrun hasn't seen one of these since he was living in Copernicus City six years ago. A sense of nostalgia hits him as he strolls through the aisles, checking out the games available. Maybe it would be fun to shake the rust off a bit after all, even if only just a bit.
He ends up standing in front of a first-person shooting game with gun-shaped controllers. Figuring it's what he's most suited to, he starts it up.
The next thing he knows, half an hour has gone by, and he's led his team to victory in every game so far with the top kills. He may not have access to his SEED factor right now, but his natural talent for gunfighting remains.]
Athrun Zala | Gundam SEED
[Story-Weaving]
[Athrun just so happens to hail from a technologically advanced world, so cities that would be futuristic by twenty-first century standards are normal to him. However, he's never seen a city quite like this one before. He can't help but feel impressed when he looks at the cityscape as the monorail he's aboard cruises through it -- this is far more dense and built-up than any of the PLANTs or Orb's capital are. He couldn't begin to guess how many people live in this city.
This ends up temporarily derailed when their guide identifies herself as half human, half AI, and her mother as a full AI. That leaves Athrun completely and utterly baffled. Athrun is intimately familiar with AI, given Birdy and the number of Haros he made as a younger adolescent, so hearing that about his guide confuses the ever-loving hell out of him. How is something like that even possible? AIs can't reproduce biologically! And how could human reproduction conceive anything other than a human? Even artificially-created humans, such as Coordinators like his parents and Kira, still consist of flesh and blood!
Unfortunately for Athrun, he never has the opportunity to ask. Instead, he gets stuck in an ice breaker activity. So, he's supposed to tell a story. What kind of story should he tell, though? He has to be careful what he says, between his Coordinator heritage and having to handle classified information for Orb. Then, he has an idea.]
I'm sorry, but would you mind starting us off? I'm having some difficulty coming up with a story.
[Welcoming Party]
[Athrun has never been one for big parties like this. Fortunately for him, this one is filled with new experiences in every direction he looks. He watches the robots perform and interact with other people with rapt interest
For now, though, he'd like a snack and something to drink. He hails a robot server, and as it so happens, so does a person a few feet away from him. Once the robot approaches:]
Go ahead, after you. I don't mind.
[Joystick Jungle]
[An arcade. Athrun hasn't seen one of these since he was living in Copernicus City six years ago. A sense of nostalgia hits him as he strolls through the aisles, checking out the games available. Maybe it would be fun to shake the rust off a bit after all, even if only just a bit.
He ends up standing in front of a first-person shooting game with gun-shaped controllers. Figuring it's what he's most suited to, he starts it up.
The next thing he knows, half an hour has gone by, and he's led his team to victory in every game so far with the top kills. He may not have access to his SEED factor right now, but his natural talent for gunfighting remains.]
I wonder if I should stop here...