Private Where Time Ends | Refuge

[Loomi]

Where Time Ends
Refuge
Tags: Braze

Epo-1, Lushi, outfit​

Loomi hadn't been on Refuge for long. She had done what she could to help on the day that they that they had prepared for adding more housing, when that creature attacked. Fortunately all the little ones weren't effected. Strange as that event had been, this place was truly beautiful. She looked out on the ocean from a point where the beach was actually sand, the nearby area rocky and dotted in tide pools that were presently submerged in water. Braze had asked her to be here, so here she was. To think that so much had happened since they were children, still unsure of what they would even become. Loomi still felt like a child sometimes, even though her face didn't really look like it used to.

It was all so strange. As she looked out at the ocean she felt the familiar presence step out to join her. The Godoan spoke without turning her head, her tone softly carried by the midnight breeze.

"Can you feel how ancient this place is?" she asked. "It's like it was trapped in stasis... disconnected while the universe spun around it. What force could even create something so titanic? You just feel like you're in the face of something truly cosmic... beyond understanding. Looking through a window into what the end of time looks like. That makes us so much more weird, that we're so dynamic and changing in the face of something so larger than life."

Loomi turned back and let out an airy laugh, her cheeks becoming as soft golden hue.

"Golly, I didn't mean to ramble," the Godoan expressed. "You wanted to talk to me about something?"

 

[Braze]

Loomi

Braze pulled onto the beach astride a small speeder bike, a compact hover cart trailing behind him.

After shutting off the engine, he remained seated for a moment, quietly admiring the view as Loomi waxed poetic about the world around them.

“I suppose so… though it’s hard to say which way is up and which way is down as of late,” he offered on a tired breath.

Dark discoloration shadowed the skin around Braze’s eyes, worsened by how often he had rubbed at them, as though he might somehow wipe away the ever-present exhaustion clinging to his being. He slowly eased himself from the bike’s seat and set his heeled boots into the sand with a mild wobble. His balance shook beneath him, though he managed not to trip.

He moved to the back of the cart and picked up a large black bag resting within it, hauling its thick straps over one shoulder. The bag was made from heavy canvas. He also retrieved a bundled sleeping bag fashioned from windbreaker-like material before moving toward the sandy shore.

“Yeah… I’ve been meaning to have a chat with you for a while now, but first…”

His booted heels sank awkwardly into the sand with each step until he found a suitable place and set both items down. Braze unfurled the sleeping bag, laying it with the wind-resistant side against the sand and the soft, fluffy cotton lining facing upward. He then placed the heavy black canvas bag upon it.

“I want you to have this,” he said, taking a seat on the makeshift blanket and beckoning her closer to look inside the dark bag.

Within rested a pair of custom-built cybernetic legs, each sheathed in high quality yet supple Synthskin colored in a golden yellow that matched Loomi's natural flesh tones, seemingly complete with airbrushed body blush details. Each leg was shaped with enough care to resemble living limbs rather than exposed machinery.

Beneath the artificial flesh, electrostatic tactile receptors lined the soles, toes, knees, and ankles, feeding pressure, contact, and temperature through fine sensory impulse lines into a synth-net neural interface.

Compact servomotors and strengthened alloy ligaments worked together to articulate each joint with smooth, precision, while an extremity-control system coordinated gait, weight transfer, and the countless minute adjustments required for natural movement.

they had built in balance stabilizers and miniature gyroscopic processors sat deeper within the frame, intended to constantly be reading orientation and correcting for uneven ground, sudden shifts, or a faltering step without seizing control from the wearer.

Each limb was built to socket securely and lock in place with esthetic , form, comfort, and practicality all at the fore front of the design.