Rinne's thoughts on goggles, aka the hypest accessory on Nexus?
To say the girl had grown fond of her goggles would be like saying fish are fond of water, or bird are fond of flying. From the instant she had managed to pull herself out of the fiery rubble of a place she didn't exactly recognize off the bat, she'd found a pair of goggles. Having suffered numerous burns throughout her body, burns luckily covered by the nanomachines flowing through her bloodstream (or unluckily, maybe), she had felt a very powerful desire to find some sort of safety gear. And would you believe it, but there they were; damaged, but not too much, and definitely not the color she'd like at that moment (yellow did little to shield her eyes from the fire), the girl had stopped to stare at them, trying to remember whose...
That's right. There was a monster, a monster that did a lot of horrendous things to a lot of good people. As she slumped down to pick the goggles up, she paused as, in the reflection on the lens, she saw the monster, staring up at her. Quickly, the girl looked around frantically, only to find nothing around her. Yet, again, she reached down, and there that monster was, staring at her. This time, though, she slowly touched her face, watching the monster's actions mimic her own. Yes, that's right, there WAS a monster, a monster that did a lot of horrendous things to a lot of good people. And she looked almost exactly like that monster. The realization made her sick to her gut, and as she started to look away, thinking about how loathsome a fate it was, the nanomachines in her went to work on a subconscious order, a desire to look different.
Oncemore, the girl looked down to the goggles, and this time saw the monster's face, sure, but now different. The eyes and hair were the opposite colors now. the girl couldn't help but smile slightly at the sight. She WASN'T the monster. She was different, opposite. The goggles were the monster's, but she couldn't deny that the monster had a slightly good taste in accessories (and nothing else); she'd simply need to get the opposite color to it, as well. But first, maybe she could find someplace to lay down, all this smoke was making her sleepy.
Rinne's eyes snapped open, and after a moment, the world returned to focus. She hated dreams about the past, but they were to be expected. Sitting up, she looked over at the nearby coffee table, towards the purple pair of goggles she now wore. They'd had some good times together, building her suit, putting together Snoop, upgrading Snoop, you name it, she had done it with those goggles slapped over her eyes. She and fire didn't normally get along, after all. Bad history, kind of like her and Linne really. Last thing she wanted was another burnt eyeball, even if it was just a few seconds. But that was beside the point, the goggles were both a reminder of things good and bad in her past, and as much as she hated to admit it, she'd grown quite fond of them. ... Maybe, one day, she could feel the same about--
"RINNE!" Rinne sighed, hopping up from her the couch she slept on and past the pile of plushies she'd brought with her to Bird's ship. Well, maybe that last bit was asking a little too much.
"... For the last time, ERRANDS DON'T MEAN BREAKFAST, LINNE!"
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