CoE Old People Tournament : Round 1
Sueko Orie VS Terumi Kurachi
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Translation of the next CoE/CoM report. This one features Haruki, Rui, and Shinano.
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細胞神曲 CoE~CoMまで外見情報が公開されているキャラクターたち、現在のセオドアも下書きまではあったけど入りきらなかったな…。
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If you see a mirage, run away.
I was drawing this while a friend searched for more about him.
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Stream of things I am thinking about:
The various ways the relationship between pilot and mech can be in this world. How for Candor and Chime, they are part of each other's body. How Candor would describe Chime as its heart. How it would not be the thing it is without its pilot.
The ways in which their perceptions and thoughts are linked. The ways in which Chime is overwhelmed, constantly, by information being filtered through to her from the sensors of a giant machine. How they carry each other's grief within them.
An image of Chime curled up, floating in the center of an empty, unlit chamber, the only light shining from ports on their flightsuit glowing lavender and teal. How they unfurl and breathe in as Candor prepares to launch. Screens blinking on one by one, mech status, pilot status, visual data, and other sensory data of all kinds. Light revealing masses of cables that twist like muscle and nerves.
An image of Candor before they took residence in Celia's atmosphere. It at the forefront of a convoy of ships trailing behind and nestled under its wings, guiding them safely across space. Chime stepping foot onto these ships, greeting their crews and reassuring their passengers.
The sound of Chime walking through Candor's halls alone, bells ringing, heels against metal with each step, echoing and hollow, passing the metal husks of dead gods. Here there is Elodea, with their tendrils branching around her like a cocoon. There, Lauda, cradling the skeleton of his pilot in his hands.
An image of Chime in the temple's inner sanctuary, dressed in silks, bells ringing with each flick of their wrist. Following the steps and leaps of some ceremonial dance to appease still machines.
Candor's previous pilot, entangled in a mass of cable and wire, eyes closed, mouth unmoving, saying to Chime one day, "Candor is now a place for dead things. What does that make you?"
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Translation of the newest CoE/CoM(?) report.
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