[i'm crying we really gotta stop meeting like this (sheep, armless)
anyway, she'll come find him? wherever he is. i hope you're not dead tomorrow i'm going to be so sad. she probably has a little bit of blood on her still from dealing with lucien, but she's ignoring it.]
... Sidon? [are you good... are you a cyborg fish...]
[ next they'll meet when she's an armless sheep though hopefully i will be dead. anyway, sorry there was so much cyoa to process today for her, wow. ]
Oh—Throné!
[ he is not a cyborg fish, but there is a silvery prosthetic arm laid out beside him and the trunk of his arm has healed over, though it looks tender still. he's just chilling in the sim room where it's currently a nice cliff overlooking some lanaryu waterfalls, as he reclines against one of the water-smoothed rocks in thought. ] Hello. I hope we didn't worry you too much.
[ the jorker ran off like a bat out of hell but, you know. ]
[ he grins at her, a little slanted for her wryness. ]
I'm alive! [ though being this close it's clear that he's tired. his 'skin' doesn't turn flaxen, but he's lost SOME BLOOD, probably. ] My arm was infected with something. Kitewoman was quick to rid me of it, or I wouldn't be. Hell yeah, Kitewoman.
[ yeah it was five full liters of blood, a human's worth of blood ]
I would have preferred that also. Alas! [ ALAS SOMETIMES YOUR ARM GETS CHOPPED OFF. he's making an effort at being upbeat. ] We were on a mission from the "United States" government regarding our "green cards." I have heard some word that the other four experienced differently?
[ sit time! it's not a crowded mosh pit today. the mist coming off the waterfalls is nice. ]
Me neither! Hell yeah. [ okay ] I was imprisoned falsely due to my sister's record, along with Goops Goops. [ does not clarify who that is ] Then... basically, they implanted explosives into our brains because we were... villains? It was a very long speech that none of us listened to. Threats were involved. There was the living dead at a "jazzapajizza" and the man who summoned them—a wealthy fellow—had to be dealt with. I believe the "United States" were afraid to approach him due to his status.
[ takes a second to remember who dion is. he's smiling still, but it's a little wearied. ]
We spent half a year together, I think... We'd grown close, in memory. But then I met someone very important to me, and I hardly recognized him at all. We met a doppelganger of Jomper's, and an associate of Kitewoman. A companion to Goops Goops as well.
I don't believe it was real, but it was still strange to see familiar faces.
... The other four mentioned they saw people they were familiar with, too. [she pauses.] ... This wasn't a mission assigned to you? By the senior crew, I mean.
Margaret mentioned something similar... [ about the senior crew, but there's no recognition in his tone ] We didn't have anything like that. One moment, we were simply there. And then later, we were back—dropped into the galley with no notice.
[ he looks surprised by the question, though he eases into a more contemplative expression. it's a little apologetic. she shouldn't have to ask him something like this. ]
You know... I think I am? The arm—that frustrates me. I regret my weakness. It may... haunt me a while, if I must be frank. But my heart feels intact, even if my body isn't.
[ which is really as much as he can hope for. better the body than the spirit. after a moment, he reaches out and ruffles her hair affectionately with an easy smile. ]
You're very thoughtful, Throné! I'm truly honored to have you as a friend.
she has never in her life had her hair ruffled like this and for a second she looks kind of the way a cat does when you ruffle their fur up in the wrong direction? like half a murder expression and half a like bwuh? what? expression.
it takes her a second to recover from this.]
... I - hm. [you cannot kill sidon because he ruffled your hair, she reminds herself. it's fine.]
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anyway, she'll come find him? wherever he is. i hope you're not dead tomorrow i'm going to be so sad. she probably has a little bit of blood on her still from dealing with lucien, but she's ignoring it.]
... Sidon? [are you good... are you a cyborg fish...]
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Oh—Throné!
[ he is not a cyborg fish, but there is a silvery prosthetic arm laid out beside him and the trunk of his arm has healed over, though it looks tender still. he's just chilling in the sim room where it's currently a nice cliff overlooking some lanaryu waterfalls, as he reclines against one of the water-smoothed rocks in thought. ] Hello. I hope we didn't worry you too much.
[ the jorker ran off like a bat out of hell but, you know. ]
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she'll come over to him! she looks at the arm with a little curious expression, but.]
... I'm fortunately used to people showing up grievously injured. [she says dryly.] You're alive. That's what matters.
[a beat.] Ah, your arm...
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I'm alive! [ though being this close it's clear that he's tired. his 'skin' doesn't turn flaxen, but he's lost SOME BLOOD, probably. ] My arm was infected with something. Kitewoman was quick to rid me of it, or I wouldn't be. Hell yeah, Kitewoman.
[ sorry about their brain damage ]
A small price to pay to survive, I think.
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... I suppose. Though I would have preferred to see you in one piece. [...] Were you sent on some sort of mission?
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I would have preferred that also. Alas! [ ALAS SOMETIMES YOUR ARM GETS CHOPPED OFF. he's making an effort at being upbeat. ] We were on a mission from the "United States" government regarding our "green cards." I have heard some word that the other four experienced differently?
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... Yes, very different. [help] I don't know what any of those words mean.
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Me neither! Hell yeah. [ okay ] I was imprisoned falsely due to my sister's record, along with Goops Goops. [ does not clarify who that is ] Then... basically, they implanted explosives into our brains because we were... villains? It was a very long speech that none of us listened to. Threats were involved. There was the living dead at a "jazzapajizza" and the man who summoned them—a wealthy fellow—had to be dealt with. I believe the "United States" were afraid to approach him due to his status.
Does that make more sense?
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... No. But that's... alright. Please don't explain further.
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May be for the best not to hear the grittier details.
[ none of it makes any more sense than this ]
Our memories seem to be... normal again, at least. But while we were experiencing it—everything we believed was very real.
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well, she doesn't like the sound of that. but.]
Dion said it felt like months, for you.
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We spent half a year together, I think... We'd grown close, in memory. But then I met someone very important to me, and I hardly recognized him at all. We met a doppelganger of Jomper's, and an associate of Kitewoman. A companion to Goops Goops as well.
I don't believe it was real, but it was still strange to see familiar faces.
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... The other four mentioned they saw people they were familiar with, too. [she pauses.] ... This wasn't a mission assigned to you? By the senior crew, I mean.
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[silence, for a moment, as she thinks about that... and then she just changes tracks. because - he's optimistic and upbeat as usual, but.]
Are you alright, Sidon? [not like, physically, but emotionally.]
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You know... I think I am? The arm—that frustrates me. I regret my weakness. It may... haunt me a while, if I must be frank. But my heart feels intact, even if my body isn't.
[ which is really as much as he can hope for. better the body than the spirit. after a moment, he reaches out and ruffles her hair affectionately with an easy smile. ]
You're very thoughtful, Throné! I'm truly honored to have you as a friend.
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she has never in her life had her hair ruffled like this and for a second she looks kind of the way a cat does when you ruffle their fur up in the wrong direction? like half a murder expression and half a like bwuh? what? expression.
it takes her a second to recover from this.]
... I - hm. [you cannot kill sidon because he ruffled your hair, she reminds herself. it's fine.]
... Thank you. I'm also glad we're... friends.
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despite everything, he laughs. hard enough that he's kind of wincing through it. ]
What is that reaction!