[ in a fresh strip mall fit, nodd pauses outside of the blood bank. now, he won't be donating, because that's suuuuuch a bad idea on presumably every level. but wow. the signage. so sleek.
It would be embarrassing if your blood was denied, wouldn't it?
I suppose it's like any other beverage. [there's a pause, as she brings her arms up to fold. it looks a little like she's hugging herself, but only a little.] Like preferring butter on your bread.
I wouldn't be surprised. I also wouldn't be surprised if some of them were similar to the ones we've come from. It'd be nice to see something like Solistia.
Oh. [she really just assumed he had strange ears? she didn't think twice.]/small> No, I've never seen or spoken to an elf before. That doesn't mean it doesn't exist where I'm from, but...
[i'm sorry if you were expecting a real starter but honestly it's more like the void eats them both and immediately we arrive in the rift to slap down a memory at top speeds
[ nodd standing man emojis through it, breath held in parts although he recognizes it's a memory. his exhales won't change anything that's already occurred. he blinks a few times, the rift growing hazy around them, as if trying to decide whether to spit them out or not. ]
[ and another rift eats them and I will force you to read because weeps in oc.
the scene is set in a high-ceiling dining room, painted powder blue with impeccably white trimming. the tall, latticed windows show the sun has already long set. not long ago, the household was seated for dinner alongside this evening's ever-so important guests.
the meal spread across the dining table was scarcely touched before The Incident. the roasted duck has both of its legs, for instance. certain plates are basically clean enough to put away without more than a wipe. an elven woman stands above her child--a regular person would anticipate them being perhaps fourteen, at most. both figures wear pale lilac dresses, although the child's has a splatter of blood on the skirt and on the fingers of one of her gloves.
"How could you? You knew how important this was."
beside throné, nodd makes a tense noise in the back of his throat.
the child's hands tremble as they form fists at her sides. she has waist-length, evenly cut hair, left in loose curls. her ears are much longer than her mother's.
"Now your father is furious--"
"He's not my--"
the woman smacks the child across the face. the tension that follows doesn't include enough shock for this to have been the first time.
"Be quiet while I think." ]
I didn't kill her, for honesty's sake, but there were times I wanted to. I'd, uh. I had stabbed a guest. Tried getting frisky under the tablecloth.
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w1; monday
a head nod when he sees throné. ]
What do you think?
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she'll come up, glancing at the sign.]
It's the most illegal looking legal place I've ever seen. [immediately.]
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Well, don't make it sound fun.
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I'm very sure it isn't. Unfortunately.
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I suppose it's like any other beverage. [there's a pause, as she brings her arms up to fold. it looks a little like she's hugging herself, but only a little.] Like preferring butter on your bread.
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I wonder if all the planets we're being sent to will be so... special.
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I wouldn't be surprised. I also wouldn't be surprised if some of them were similar to the ones we've come from. It'd be nice to see something like Solistia.
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[ nodd i beg you to do more than skim people's profiles. ]
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It is very unlike this city.
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[ consider his curiosity piqued. ]
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[she glances around them.]
... The city I am from was crowded, like this. But for the most part... there's less smoke. Less technology.
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[ here and there, nodd has chatted with temenos. didn't think to ask about this. ]
Did your city have elves?
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[they were literally just invented]
... No, not as far as I know. What is that?
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[ elf-io. pointing at the long ears. ]
Half, anyway. The ears are usually a dead giveaway, but turns out most of you aren't familiar.
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Interesting.
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[ flaps hand. don't worry about it. ]
Thanks for humoring me.
w3, MONDAY
watch til 1:23:45!]
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... Did you go?
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... Yes. I did. [...] There was nothing that could stop me.
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And what happened then?
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I killed him. [simply.]
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Did it get you what you wanted?
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but also, that might simply lead them straight into another memshare. the eudora so dangerous this week wow. ]
A lot of killing doesn't get you exactly what you want. Were you free--after?
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No. But I was working towards it. [...] I don't want to kill anymore. I'm tired of it.
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[ he said it he said the thing ]
And it felt good while it lasted.
[ nodd babbles but he's watching throné carefully as well. if that's what she wants, the cruelty of this whole space crew experience... ]
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she tucks her hair behind her ear.]
I don't know if it's the same for me, exactly. But I suppose I know what you mean.
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the scene is set in a high-ceiling dining room, painted powder blue with impeccably white trimming. the tall, latticed windows show the sun has already long set. not long ago, the household was seated for dinner alongside this evening's ever-so important guests.
the meal spread across the dining table was scarcely touched before The Incident. the roasted duck has both of its legs, for instance. certain plates are basically clean enough to put away without more than a wipe.
an elven woman stands above her child--a regular person would anticipate them being perhaps fourteen, at most. both figures wear pale lilac dresses, although the child's has a splatter of blood on the skirt and on the fingers of one of her gloves.
"How could you? You knew how important this was."
beside throné, nodd makes a tense noise in the back of his throat.
the child's hands tremble as they form fists at her sides. she has waist-length, evenly cut hair, left in loose curls. her ears are much longer than her mother's.
"Now your father is furious--"
"He's not my--"
the woman smacks the child across the face. the tension that follows doesn't include enough shock for this to have been the first time.
"Be quiet while I think." ]
I didn't kill her, for honesty's sake, but there were times I wanted to. I'd, uh. I had stabbed a guest. Tried getting frisky under the tablecloth.