Ryoko (ryoko) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-05-03 02:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: space, ryoko hakubi |
Who: Ryoko & Ryo-Ohki. Narrative.
What: Just wandering space, you know. That kind of thing.
When: Now.
Where: SPACE!
Rating: PG/PG13 at most.
Status: Closed/Complete.
Ryoko wasn't exactly a happy camper. She had been stuck in this stupid galaxy for a decade and still hadn't found a way of getting home. Okay, so she wasn't alone since Ryo-Ohki, who was not only sort of genetically her sister but her ship as well, had arrived with her so at least she had someone to trust since her arrival. But oh my god she was bored! Sure, she had made a name for herself in certain systems as a smuggler and a pirate, but none of that was a challenge. It was just a means to an end to get credits to pay for the sad excuses they called booze here. She missed sake. She missed Sasami's cooking. She missed Washu. Tenchi. Of course she missed Tenchi... Hell, she just missed everything about her home on Earth, including the damn fighting with Ayeka. At least it was something to do and Little Miss Princess was fun to drive crazy. All she had here was a brewing intergalactic war. While it would no doubt be fun to participate in, each side was filled with high and mighty self righteous asses that she just couldn't be bothered with.
"Ugh, I'm so boooooored," She drawled as she lazily fell onto her back onto the floor. The interiors of Ryo-Ohki were always sparse since she hadn't been built for comfort and the main area was a simple circular room with 360 view of space. A few large shards of crystal floated over head, each one actually a part of Ryo-Ohki and represented different aspects of the ship. Also floating above her were a pair of purple spheres, which were also used to pilot Ryo-Ohki, though Ryoko rarely used them since she had a psychic connection to her beloved sister ship.
"Neoooooooooooooooooooooooooow." The somewhat cat sounding wail was filled with sadness and Ryoko knew that whatever she was feeling Ryo-Ohki probably felt as well, if not worse. Ship or not, Ryo-Ohki was far more childlike in nature and emotion than the space pirate was. The transition to the new galaxy had been even harder on the cabbit and taking care of Ryo-Ohki was one of the few things that kept Ryoko from going stir crazy or off the deep end. It was strange to actually put someone else's needs before her own most of the time. Even though she would have virtually done anything for Tenchi back home, Ryoko could easily admit most of what she had done was self serving.
"I know, you miss them too." Ryoko rolled over onto her stomach and propped her arms on their elbows so she could cradle her face in her hands. "We're okay though. You still have me and we've had plenty of fun together!" The sound Ryo-Ohki made in response was similar to an unhappy cat wailing and Ryoko winced. "Gee thanks," she said bitterly. "Always good to feel wanted." If anyone else had reacted like that, Ryoko would have tore them a new one, but being in exile with her sistership for so long (without being used as a puppet lacking free will) had managed to soften Ryoko up just a bit, but usually only in regards to Ryo-Ohki. Ryo-Ohki was still very much a child and needed Ryoko in a way most people wouldn't. In fact, she had found herself putting more effort into putting Ryo-Ohki's needs before her own the past few years. It was a strange feeling that Ryoko refused to put a name to, mostly because she wouldn't want anyone to think she was getting soft.
A mew and what sounded like a sniffle echoed through the room and Ryoko sighed, sensing that Ryo-Ohki was truly sorry. "Fine, whatever." Ryoko tried to dismiss the apology as if it didn't matter, but their psychic link told otherwise and one of the crystal shards floated over to her with another pitiful mew for validation. "Okay, okay. I forgive you." It was followed by a happy meow and Ryoko felt the ship pick up speed as if it were fueled by the burst of sudden cheerfulness that Ryo-Ohki had earned from her sister.
Ryoko wasn't exactly sure where they were going, frankly she didn't care too much, but she was sure she'd find something for them to do. She usually did.