#;beldane threads

Shadow's Light, Space

"come on!" Kicks is bent over the panel, trying to keep it situated, as Cast watches on, smirking. His subordinate attempted to wrestle away the tractor controls from him. It would never work, they both knew this, but Kicks almost always tried to do it anyway.

"i'm one with the ship, sidekick, you can't control it better than i can." Cast chirps brightly, his small tail flicking from side to side. Kicks responds by rolling his eyes and elbowing Cast in the gut.

This is enough to lessen Cast's control just a little, enough that Kicks can grab the manual controls and start honing in on their current subject of interest-- Well, really, it was Sci and Creature's subject of interest, but getting them on the ship was half the battle, wasn't it?

Lakeview, Pennsylvania, Earth

Beldane Bellefonte was that unfortunate subject of interest at the moment.

He'd only just ended up in Lakeview after a long period of nothingness in his memory. He barely knew who he was, let alone how he'd gotten here. And he was currently staring, mesmerized, at the beam of greenish light pouring over Stone's Throw Lake.

It was late in the evening, no one else (as far as he knew) was around. The sandy beach of the lake felt somehow familiar under his feet. He wears a hospital gown, and while Bell has very, very vague memories of waking up at a nearby hospital, he can't remember how or why he left.

For now, it all seems very distant and... Unimportant. Not nearly as important as that light that shone on the lake.

Hospital waiting room. Beldane feels like he's been here before, staring at the unmoving clock on the white wall across from him. No one else is present except the girl with the strange hair. He is barely aware of her other than the fact that she is alive and also here.

When he speaks, dazed eyes unmoving from the stopped clock, he isn't really speaking to her. He isn't speaking, exactly, to anyone.

"e-everything?" Bell repeats, eyes widening. He didn't know everything. He barely knew anything! He swallows, looking away for a moment, trying to keep calm. "i-i don't--"

He stammers, before looking truly panicked.

Bell liked Yati. He really did. She was open, honest, and nice. All things he too strived to be, but often found himself lacking. The openness he had an excuse for, at least, it was hard to be open when he hardly remembered who he was. The honesty could also be excused there. Not much to be honest about, people generally didn't believe him when he was.

There were a few things Bell remembered about his past. Most of them centered around his baby brother. And how his baby brother thought he was having some sort of mental breakdown before he went missing.

And then, of course, there was the matter of being nice. Beldane wanted to be a nice person. He tried to be. And often was. But he had a temper that would overtake him sometimes, sending him into blind rages he didn't understand and could barely pull himself out of.

No, he was nothing like Yati, even if he wanted to be. He looked up to her, though. And he just. Liked her!

"i don't r-really believe in fff-fate, yati." He says, trying not to roll his eyes. But even though he didn't, he still stared at her with near reverence as she spoke, taking in every word she said.

"broken..." Beldane repeats the words as if he's never heard it before. As if it's entirely alien to him. His eyes stay on the unmoving clock, the hands stilled at 3:33. It's an analog clock, giving no indication if it was AM or PM. Slowly Beldane's head moves on swivel, trying to find windows in the hospital waiting room. It's dark outside. AM, then, he figures.

How long have they been here?

Beldane doesn't remember coming in. He doesn't remember where here is. His head moves again, exaggerated, attempting to find something to place himself in space. Everything seems... Dark. Around the edges. Like a vignette around a photograph. The corners of the room are fuzzy, dark, and staring at them too long makes his head hurt.

A long pause as Beldane searches Conrad's face. Trying to figure out if he was joking or not. Finally, Beldane seems to relax, smiling slowly.

"it feels..." He swallows. "i-it feels..."

And how does he answer? Because she looks so proud, so happy. And all he can feel is his anxiety growing. He looks at Yati, unable to hide the panic.

Abruptly, the light cuts out and he pulls his hands to his chest, clutching at the front of his shirt.

Bell shifts in his seat, taking a small bite of his eggs. He doesn't seem all that interested in the food, though. He's stalling more than anything else.