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anythingdrabbleTitle: Hard Reset
Noah landed and re-sheathed his sword in one agile flourish. Behind him, broken glass cascaded down, together with a neatly bisected half of the metal mask that housed the clock, a mechanical face glowering down at them all. Malign red light bubbled from the crack in the device like blood from a wound, before streaming upwards to who knows where. The Palace, possibly, to be one with the Queen. If that wasn't a lie too.
Noah wondered if he should perform the Off-Seeing ritual for that red stream. It wasn't exactly a person but it did contain life energy, maybe souls with memories of who they were. For all his training, he didn't really know how the process worked. Only how to do his own little part of it, a tiny cog in a vast machine.
And now he was taking it upon himself to break it. As though he was some sort of heroic savior and not somebody with no clue what they were doing, going around vandalising vital machinery.
It had to be done, though. Whatever it was, it was already broken, and any Nopon could tell you that you had to take something apart to fix it.
Fandom: Xenoblade Chronicles 3
Characters/Pairings: Noah
Word count: 200
Rating : PG-13/Gen
Tags: spoilers
Summary: Noah ponders the wisdom of breaking things on purpose when he only had a vague idea of how they worked.
Note: I am playing blind and am somewhere on late chapter 4 of the game, no spoilers please!
Note: I am playing blind and am somewhere on late chapter 4 of the game, no spoilers please!
Noah landed and re-sheathed his sword in one agile flourish. Behind him, broken glass cascaded down, together with a neatly bisected half of the metal mask that housed the clock, a mechanical face glowering down at them all. Malign red light bubbled from the crack in the device like blood from a wound, before streaming upwards to who knows where. The Palace, possibly, to be one with the Queen. If that wasn't a lie too.
Noah wondered if he should perform the Off-Seeing ritual for that red stream. It wasn't exactly a person but it did contain life energy, maybe souls with memories of who they were. For all his training, he didn't really know how the process worked. Only how to do his own little part of it, a tiny cog in a vast machine.
And now he was taking it upon himself to break it. As though he was some sort of heroic savior and not somebody with no clue what they were doing, going around vandalising vital machinery.
It had to be done, though. Whatever it was, it was already broken, and any Nopon could tell you that you had to take something apart to fix it.
