But oh shit, bro, you write in notebooks tooooo that's crazy. Aventurine pauses, remembering his new childhood fire trauma thanks to a certain someone, before he decides to approach. He's giving Lucas a quick once-over just because he knows the other man's been Through It these past couple of days. ]
[they really chose to friendly fire on a fellow dead and for what
Anyway yeah wow! twirls hair matching notebooks... Lucas looks up as soon as he hears someone else entering the area and unfortunately! He looks fine!! He's back to being beautiful after one single day of being a clobbered mess ala Ichiban and another single afternoon of being a burnt crispy little corpse. It is so unfair. God plays favorites.
He closes the notebook, inclining his head forward.]
Hello... Do you wish to sit here instead? I can take my leave.
[NO ONE'S TOLD HIM ABOUT THE FALLOUT FROM THE FIRE.]
[STOP TRAPPING THE VIRCHES. He blinks, a little surprised, but makes no move to try getting up despite this twink with his little twink muscles being the only thing keeping him in place.
There's a flicker of guilt across his face at the mention of the hospital. Questionable as to whether or not he even knows other people got caught up in it yet.]
...I don't know what happened... I was looking through a room and the door shut behind me, and then a fire started.
[Welcome to the swings... The ghost children are judging these grownass men taking up their playset.
He's also quiet for a few seconds at the question, and his brow furrows a little. i keep saying this even though his eyebrows can't be seen below his fringe.]
...Something feels like it's missing.
[One hand, still holding the notebook, moves to set it against his lap, while the other moves and briefly rests against his own chest, over his heart.]
When I woke up again, it felt like that. But I don't know what it is.
[Everything else is fine, though! He seems to be seeing and hearing just fine and he is unblemished and scorch-free.]
[ Blond people ruining the sanctity of playgrounds everywhere.
His gaze follows Lucas' hands, first to the notebook, then to his chest. There's a lot he doesn't understand about the other man, but a lot he understands, too. ]
When Karma revived, he lost his hearing for about a day. Maybe less than that.
[ So far, it doesn't look like Lucas has lost any of his senses. ]
Stop directing that concern his way (velma voice) you stop that. He is, at least, a bit relieved to hear that Karma doesn't seem... too held back by his second death. But also what the fuck.]
How did he die...? [ANOTHER HOSPITAL FIRE. But his hand drops away from his chest after that, coming to rest on the notebook, too.]
I see. [GOOD TO KNOW.] Most likely, then... I can't know what I'm missing while it's missing, but to feel that it's missing at all is disconcerting.
Ah... Nona explained a little bit of it to me, but she mostly said that strange things happen like you falling in love with a tooth...? [NONA.......... His gaze briefly drops to the bandages on Aventurine's arms and hands, and his lips press into a thin line for a moment.]
...But, I see. [GOOD TO KNOW THESE PLACES CAN FUCKING KILL YOU.] Was it the same for him? Did he wake up later, back in the cemetery?
[She actually said obsessed with a tooth but i misremembered and it's funnier this way.
But yeah! Karma is just out here!! Lucas wishes he could help because he is actually quite fond of Karma but sometimes you just burn bridges by killing a man in cold blood and you have to live with those consequences.]
Does he feel comfortable enough with anyone here to speak to them about it...?
Ah. Good. [He likes Iwatooshi... DEPENDABLE LAD. Swords are good. Karma could use someone like that, he thinks; someone dependable and sturdy and kind.]
Children do tend to act out when they don't get what they need growing up. [He's making assumptions but they are correct.] Even if he's resilient, I'm glad that he has support.
[REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT IS THE STATE OF CATHOLICISM. He also looks down at the notebook when Aventurine asks the question, though, clearing his throat gently.]
Ah... Nothing too interesting. I was in the habit of writing about my day for Nadia, back home... There are a lot of things about even a place like this that she'd be interested to see, so I thought I'd do the same here.
[Just write extremely heavily edited versions of his day!]
Of course. It wouldn't do to worry her. [SHE'D BE MORE THAN WORRIED. At the question, he glances back over toward Aventurine, watching with a sort of idleness as he starts to swing.]
She does, yes. I've been told we have similar faces, and she likes our hair to match.
[It's the only reason he keeps it long, which is hilarious. Also because they live shrouded in a blanket of permanent fog memshare, he can get a little flash of a young and frail girl who does look strikingly like him, smiling up at him from a sickbed.]
[ Oh, he is never going to get used to these memories cropping up out of the fog.
But he does study her with a curious gaze when she appears, taking in her features before looking back to Lucas, as if comparing the two of them. He slows his swinging, dragging his shoe against the dirt to hinder the momentum. ]
The resemblance is striking... She's got a kind smile.
His gaze is just lost out into the fog for a little while, long after the figment of his sister has faded back into nothing.]
She would be delighted to hear that. [That they look the same. He's more delighted to hear the very apt remark on the kindness of her smile, though. The heel of his boot digs into the ground a little, the gesture also idle.]
She's got a kind soul and a tender heart. [Makes sense to him that her smile would follow suit.] Nadia is one of the sweetest people anyone could meet.
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But oh shit, bro, you write in notebooks tooooo that's crazy. Aventurine pauses, remembering his new childhood fire trauma thanks to a certain someone, before he decides to approach. He's giving Lucas a quick once-over just because he knows the other man's been Through It these past couple of days. ]
Hey, Lucas.
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Anyway yeah wow! twirls hair matching notebooks... Lucas looks up as soon as he hears someone else entering the area and unfortunately! He looks fine!! He's back to being beautiful after one single day of being a clobbered mess ala Ichiban and another single afternoon of being a burnt crispy little corpse. It is so unfair. God plays favorites.
He closes the notebook, inclining his head forward.]
Hello... Do you wish to sit here instead? I can take my leave.
[NO ONE'S TOLD HIM ABOUT THE FALLOUT FROM THE FIRE.]
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Heard about your little incident at the hospital.
[ It was not so little. ]
Mind explaining what happened?
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There's a flicker of guilt across his face at the mention of the hospital. Questionable as to whether or not he even knows other people got caught up in it yet.]
...I don't know what happened... I was looking through a room and the door shut behind me, and then a fire started.
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But Aventurine knows Lucas is a liar, so he's not especially convinced. ]
You didn't hear footsteps? See anyone through the window?
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He sounds like he's telling the truth! But he is also a liar.]
No, I didn't. No one was with me at the time, and I didn't hear or see anyone the entire time I had been there, all the way up to that point.
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He stares at the other man, as if trying to study him. ]
And how was your revival? Any side effects?
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He's also quiet for a few seconds at the question, and his brow furrows a little. i keep saying this even though his eyebrows can't be seen below his fringe.]
...Something feels like it's missing.
[One hand, still holding the notebook, moves to set it against his lap, while the other moves and briefly rests against his own chest, over his heart.]
When I woke up again, it felt like that. But I don't know what it is.
[Everything else is fine, though! He seems to be seeing and hearing just fine and he is unblemished and scorch-free.]
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His gaze follows Lucas' hands, first to the notebook, then to his chest. There's a lot he doesn't understand about the other man, but a lot he understands, too. ]
When Karma revived, he lost his hearing for about a day. Maybe less than that.
[ So far, it doesn't look like Lucas has lost any of his senses. ]
It might be the same case for you.
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There's a little quiet "oh" at the mention of Karma's death, considering the bozo himself hadn't mentioned anything, and a small flash of concern.]
He's alright now, though? [KARMA why are you OUT HERE DYING...] ...I can still hear perfectly fine. Nothing seems to be amiss, physically-speaking.
[So Karma had his earballs stolen and he just has ??????? SOMETHING?]
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He's fine. Back to his troublemaking self.
[ A real handful, but that's kids for ya. Aventurine, instead, chooses to direct his concern to Lucas. ]
It's probably something personal, whatever it is you're missing. This place has a way of targeting your deepest desires and fears.
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Stop directing that concern his way (velma voice) you stop that. He is, at least, a bit relieved to hear that Karma doesn't seem... too held back by his second death. But also what the fuck.]
How did he die...? [ANOTHER HOSPITAL FIRE. But his hand drops away from his chest after that, coming to rest on the notebook, too.]
I see. [GOOD TO KNOW.] Most likely, then... I can't know what I'm missing while it's missing, but to feel that it's missing at all is disconcerting.
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[ He's still got bandages on his arms and hands, and he glances down at them now. ]
There were strange forces inside those buildings and they preyed upon our minds... In the end, Karma was an unfortunate victim to those forces.
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...But, I see. [GOOD TO KNOW THESE PLACES CAN FUCKING KILL YOU.] Was it the same for him? Did he wake up later, back in the cemetery?
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That's... She's certainly got a creative way of storytelling.
[ ANYWAY, he nods his head. ]
He did, yes. He was quite shaken for a few days and... Well, he's just a child. He's still having a difficult time, I would say.
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But yeah! Karma is just out here!! Lucas wishes he could help because he is actually quite fond of Karma but sometimes you just burn bridges by killing a man in cold blood and you have to live with those consequences.]
Does he feel comfortable enough with anyone here to speak to them about it...?
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Iwatooshi would be my best bet.
[ There seemed to be some hero worshipping there... Sometimes kids bond with the golden retrievers of this world. ]
He's resilient, though. Even if he can a bit much...
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Ah. Good. [He likes Iwatooshi... DEPENDABLE LAD. Swords are good. Karma could use someone like that, he thinks; someone dependable and sturdy and kind.]
Children do tend to act out when they don't get what they need growing up. [He's making assumptions but they are correct.] Even if he's resilient, I'm glad that he has support.
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Aventurine hums his agreement, then his gaze drops down to the notebook Lucas has been holding. ]
Writing anything interesting?
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Ah... Nothing too interesting. I was in the habit of writing about my day for Nadia, back home... There are a lot of things about even a place like this that she'd be interested to see, so I thought I'd do the same here.
[Just write extremely heavily edited versions of his day!]
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Leaving out much of the events of yesterday, I hope.
[ He kicks off from the ground to start swinging a bit. ]
Does your sister look like you?
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Of course. It wouldn't do to worry her. [SHE'D BE MORE THAN WORRIED. At the question, he glances back over toward Aventurine, watching with a sort of idleness as he starts to swing.]
She does, yes. I've been told we have similar faces, and she likes our hair to match.
[It's the only reason he keeps it long, which is hilarious. Also because they live shrouded in a blanket of permanent fog memshare, he can get a little flash of a young and frail girl who does look strikingly like him, smiling up at him from a sickbed.]
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But he does study her with a curious gaze when she appears, taking in her features before looking back to Lucas, as if comparing the two of them. He slows his swinging, dragging his shoe against the dirt to hinder the momentum. ]
The resemblance is striking... She's got a kind smile.
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His gaze is just lost out into the fog for a little while, long after the figment of his sister has faded back into nothing.]
She would be delighted to hear that. [That they look the same. He's more delighted to hear the very apt remark on the kindness of her smile, though. The heel of his boot digs into the ground a little, the gesture also idle.]
She's got a kind soul and a tender heart. [Makes sense to him that her smile would follow suit.] Nadia is one of the sweetest people anyone could meet.
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I can see why you'd go to any length to keep her safe.
[ His listless swinging comes to a stop, and he leans his head against the chain of the swing as he watches Lucas. ]
... I just wanted to check on you. If you're adjusting okay.
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