A toll? [ He glances back down at her, an eyebrow quirked. ] Oh, well, let's see...
[ Here's him checking his pockets. ]
Doesn't seem that I have anything on me. [ There he pauses to look back towards the living room of the apartment. ] Is there a toll for sleeping on the couch?
( She snorts, keeping her hold on his shirt and looking ostensibly out toward where the sofa is. )
Oh, no, of course not...! But what you have to watch out with that one is the resident troll.
( Not that Break can't do anything he wants, that teleporting cheater, but he does seem to have a tendency to preform some amazing couch surprises. Collette quirks up an eyebrow, looking at at Caesar. She gives him a mischevious grin along with an amused tone of voice. )
( She spends her own exaggerated time humming in consideration, canting her head to the side and looking up fast his head, contemplating the ceiling. )
I suppose... I could be persuaded.
( She says at length, eyes coming back to his face. It's terribly difficult for her to pretend she's up to anything other than mischief. Collette doesn't try too hard, lips itching to tug up into another grin, eyes practically laughing. )
While she fights off a grin, he doesn't bother. He's going to grin it up like an idiot for once, though more because that's his intended effect. Maybe he's trying to mimic Nash! It works for that guy, right? ]
That I'll actually follow through on taking you out. How's that?
( She looks startled, startles into a laugh even, and finally lets go of his shirt in favor of slapping his thigh with her hand. )
Not funny! ( She says, shaking her head, still laughing. ) Grinning like that, you're such a tease!
( It just doesn't connect right now that him wanting to nap away from the cat can turn around into anything other than a tease back over the whole ludicrous idea of a toll. Besides, a date? That'd totally be more taxing!
[ The slap on the thigh gets him to move aside, since she's made the grand mistake of letting his shirt go. Ha ha, free! It gives him leave, unintended or not, to finish navigating past her in the hall and into the room.
Just as planned. ]
Also, I do believe you need a better guard at your toll bridge.
( Your girlfriend manipulates time, Caesar, do you think it's that easy?
... Well yes, it sort of is, since Collette doesn't do anything immediately, not until he's at her bed anyway, and even then it's a startling moment of trying to figure out if she'd just switched directions and rolled after him, or done so with the benefit of that strange space between sound and function that came along with using her stopwatch to end up behind him like she has.
(It's the stopwatch. Baby steps toward endurance in all fields! Not that she'd admit such without prompting.)
Either way, time resumes and she's right behind him, reaching out and yanking him back from the bed and (technically) into her lap, though his changed momentum would send both of them rolling backward if she succeeds. )
Oh no you don't! You mean it? ( She doesn't dampen the enthused excitement in her voice. ) You'll take me out? In public? Just you and me? No drinking, no sick days, no bombings, just you and me and food and something normal like that?
( There's a slight emphasis on normal, a hint of longing she wouldn't be able to identify if someone had even pointed it out. Pfft. What was normal? Normal changed for each person.
Normal was getting to go out on a date with a boy. It's not sky diving, but it has a different sort of appeal. )
Oh, Caesar!
( And if she had him in her lap, or had him catching himself before her, then now she's aiming to give him the best bear hug she can -- just that happy (and it is still, sadly, not as much of a bear hug as it used to be). That she laughs at the same time is an extension of being pleased at the thought, perhaps a little too much so. )
Isn't she supposed to be abstaining from using that thing?
But there isn't time to stop and tell her off about it, since one second he's about to flop over onto a bed, the next (or possibly the exact same second) he's yanked backwards and landing in Collette's lap. He's shocked and confused at first, having never had the stopwatch used against him before, but it does sink in soon enough.
Then she's going on about something being normal and hugging him! He squirms against it, but not with any serious effort. ]
Cheater. [ Cheeeaaateeer! ] Don't act so surprised. I already owe you at least one, anyway. It's not that big of a deal.
All's fair...! ( she quips, and then she's pressing a kiss to the side of his neck (and whatever hair she catches in the process), happy and pleased and -- and -- ! ) You're saying you want to. It makes me happy!
( It's a big deal to her, whenever she does feel wanted or necessary or just fun to be around. It's nice! So she hugs him again, tries to get in another similarly light, laughing kiss, and lets her grip loosen enough that he can move (leave) when he wants to. )
[ He still doesn't see why it's such a grand occasion! It's not as though he was going to avoid fulfilling his part of the deal forever. He tolerates the kisses and escapes when he can, since stuck on a lap that's stuck in a wheelchair is a little confining.
He'll turn and plop down to sit on the bed's edge instead, looking as exasperated as expected. ]
I was actually trying to argue with you until you outright said the toll was a kiss, but you went and ruined it. [ Good going, Collette! ] When... Uh. Tonight? Tomorrow? I don't need to tempt even more catastrophic interruptions by putting it off too long.
( her hands steady the wheelchair as he moves, getting up and depositing himself on the edge of her bed. she has nothing to say on manipulating time. it's the game they all play here. so instead... )
Half our arguments don't go according to plan! ( she says, laughing, amused that he admits to playing the game along to the same initial lines as she was thinking. like she was going to pass over something even better than a kiss!
though that is what had led to them being here now -- not the idea of kissing, but dating. such an odd thought. plus a sobering one... why she'd barged in on him that day, and things that she held close now that were probably good to share.
her hands fold into her lap, and the excitement simmers down; her pleasure is hard to quash, but she does in an effort to sound more sober. )
Better off with tonight, by tomorrow we could be invaded again. ( the lightest smile, a brief closing of her eyes. they open again, considering. ) Though... on another note, there's stuff we still need to talk about, huh? Like at Lavi's party...
Fine. Tonight. [ Ughhh, now he has to figure out where they should go. ] As if there's anywhere worthwhile to go...
[ But the change of topic pulls him away from that line of complaints. She wouldn't shift from something that involved hopeless romantic tidings to a party that's since passed without good reason. He sits up straighter, away from the lazier slouch from just before.
( not even admonishing, to find herself perpetually amused by his need to find something to complain over. as if she would ever be the difficult one. it was fun, in a way, seeing him do what he does paired with the complaints that glossed over the world around him.
her thumbs fold over each other, then twitch. )
Lavi, Tyki, Lenalee... I guess it's some of all of that. Their war, the things that make Tyki dangerous. Why he recognized you.
( she glances up as she shifts into recollection. she doesn't feel like it's a confession; something about the idea of confess sat poorly with her right now. )
Was it a month? Must have been... after being out of the hospital, back home. Lavi went back to his world for a while, like some people do, but he came back and he was in a bad place. He needed helped. He got me.
( she smiles, reflecting on how that, to so many, would not be a blessing. how it'd taken all of the andalite's gift, and the initiative's, to turn her into something, someone dependable. not just a liar. not just a girl looking for a world with a prettier answer than the one she had. )
I'm slower than most people, just on my own. On a straight way, though! ( a short laugh. ha! then, the story changed! ) I needed to be able to move fast and be something people could recognize as needing help. Not the things I usually am. People just ask more questions, which I like, but questions were going to waste time.
( lavi had asked for help, and he'd gotten her. she'd needed to move, and so she'd become... caesar. she doesn't spell it out: it's obvious, something he had doubtlessly guessed she'd done around that man, that more-than-human, with how tyki had behaved at the celebration. )
[ One punch to the face is enough, thanks. It's true that Collette will be happy no matter where they go, but Caesar, on the other hand... Well, he's bound to find an excuse to be unimpressed with the place no matter what.
As for Lavi, Tyki, Lenalee...
He had wondered about that entire mess at the party, although he's already guessed most of what happened. The reference to saving Lavi's life, Tyki recognizing him and Collette being uncomfortable about that, the explosive reaction to that man even being there. It's not a long shot. ]
You used my form to save Lavi's life. That's how Tyki met me.
He's kind of an equal opportunity enemy, when he's motivated to be. Tyki's a Noah, and I guess the simple way of describing them would be to say they're... formerly human? Sort of...
( Lavi would be better at explaining. Lavi didn't want her sharing at all. )
He and his want to destroy the world. Pretty standard, I guess, though usually that's a containment thing. The only people who wanted to do that to mine were trying to stop another Empire from winning.
( And were, she does not say, the supposed heroes and allies at one point. )
Did you see him come through the door? That's kind of his thing. I'm not sure it's all of it, because I don't think he's that simple, but he can move through anything he wants -- and become partly solid in anything he wants. He makes things do it, too. He took the parasite out of Lavi that was killing him, and if I hadn't done what I did, he probably would have kept it, too. Just reached right in and... ( she brings her hands up, fingers pressed in to her palms, then abruptly opening; ) ... pulled it out!
( Part of her thinks that potential is cool, even as it's frightening and disgusting. )
He's not sane, and he's not stable. It's like he goes along with whatever whim strikes him, and there's no rhyme or reason behind what he does. Paying attention to what interests him, just that. Which he might stop with you, since you clearly didn't know what he was talking about.
( She hopes it ends there. She glances away, then back to Caesar. )
Sorry I didn't tell you before. Um... Has Lenalee talked to you about her world before? At all? About their war?
No. Those two roommates of mine, they really never about themselves.
[ And he doesn't exactly ask, either. ]
It's not really always about containment, either, the whole massive destruction thing. Someone trying to destroy a world is utter madness, as they, as well as I, only have one. [ If not the world, then a continent, in the case of his war, but if everything you know and care about is there? It may as well be the world. ] You just happen to live somewhere with worlds to spare, if I understand space correctly.
[ Although, the idea of considering a planet a strategic point to destroy, if all else fails, rankles of the UE to him, even if it makes sense in its own terrible way. They have hundreds, thousands of worlds to choose from. Losing one means nothing to someone with that kind of power.
Anyway, he leans forward enough to rest his arms across his knees. ]
He would have kept it if you hadn't done what, exactly?
( She rankles in her own way, looking troubled and down at her hands, bursting out, almost interrupting -- )
No -- no, we don't. We don't have worlds to spare, and the people who were going to take it away, who were going to burn our whole world to ash, were going to do it and kill all of humanity because it was a cost they figured was worthwhile when we were a planet-bound, backward, inferior species anyway.
( Whatever anger might have been in her voice at the start bled out, turned into a recitation of factual information delivered without a smile, without explanation, with slight emphasis on a word that she finds amusing. The amusement for that alone bleeds through. That's my war. And it was only one part of it; and it was not something she was really here to talk about anyway. )
Squished it. Killed it. Murdered it, I guess, if it had a thinking brain. I don't like parasites.
( Jesus Christ never let her get pregnant )
I think it was from someone else like him, another Noah. It was disgusting.
[ The general you. Humanity. Whether she takes it that way or not, oh well, though perhaps he should save the attempts to explain why the species that was planning that would be so uncaring. Maybe she already knows, maybe she doesn't want to know... ]
Just everyone else might. Look, I'm not excusing it, okay? [ And it is off-topic. The wrong war! ] Okay. So you killed it. Was he upset about that? Do I need to worry he'll come after me?
( Hand to her face, pressing a cheek, an eye, into other fingers, the palm of her hand. Right. Right. )
Mildly put out He doesn't care. He was probably more interested in what I did with time than anything else. And with you not knowing who he is, he'll be looking for a copy, or an explanation. Or else anyone else who plays around with time, and that -- kind of leads toward Oz's world.
( Her other hand on her face, rubbing. )
Lenalee's world makes monsters out of people who lose the people they care about to grief. It's a devil's promise. You can't bring people back. ( hands pulling away from her face. god, then she smiles. eyes closed, but she gives him a close lipped smile. ) Nothing but miracles bring anyone back. Oz's world is like... power games, probably, all in one country. It's just that something unstable's here from there, and I'm not sure how much, or how careful we need to be, but with what Oz can do, and what his friends probably can... I'd say be careful enough around Jack.
( Does she even have the right to say? Maybe, maybe not, but what is holding back going to help Caesar? What is not telling him, even for all she leaves out, for the promise to Oz she's keeping right now, going to save? Going to protect?
I'm not supposed to be the one making the guesses. And so many people are asking her to be quiet anymore. )
[ And if this guy is dangerous and looking, he really doesn't want her drawing attention to herself, but they'll get to that later. He falls back into listening quietly, then frowns as an entirely new name is brought up.
Jack? ]
Whoever that is, I haven't met him. What do you mean what Oz can do? Do you mean his summoning? [ At least, he's pretty sure that's what it was. Something like that. ] And what does Tyki's search have to do with this Jack fellow?
( Oh, she's making such a mess of things! Collette stops herself, slowing down, and breathing nice and even.
Then she smiles. )
Nothing. It's just, they're both dangerous. I'm not sure how much that means with Jack... but Tyki, that's easier to see. As far as stuff with Oz goes... you need to ask him. In fact, it'd probably be good if you could handle a heart to heart with both your roommates, one on one.
And see how much they'll lie to me? That should be a whole barrel of fun.
[ Though they might not. In most cases, they might smile it away and find something else to talk about, he imagines, but if he were to put them on the spot... Ah, and just after he's patched things up with Lenalee, too! Figures something else would come up.
He sighs at her. ]
If it's nothing, you wouldn't have said anything. I know we have this trend of not telling each other all sorts of things, but really, you could at least describe the other guy I'm meant to be avoiding.
Yeah, I know. Which is why I'm trying to work on it!
( And it's frustrating to realize exactly how hard this really is. Aah! What the hay! )
It's not like any of us are particularly honest unless it suits us. You go silent or redirect, Oz lies by smiling and redirecting, Lenalee bottles it up just as bad as he does. ( She's shedding some of her frustration, stating a litany of facts. ) Except Lenalee knows she's bottling, and I don't think Oz does. He needs us to help with that, on top of Gilbert, and Break. He's got you and me and Lenalee.
( She doesn't name Caesar as part of that lightly, regardless of how she usually would. )
Let me grab my tablet. I think Jack might be on there. It's easier to show than tell!
[ He doesn't! Redirection isn't lying! But he doesn't disagree on the rest. That's about how he pegged the others as, so it's no surprise. Yet the last part... Second to last part! Not the tablet thing, but... ]
Like I haven't had enough pep-talking of melodramatic kids in my life!
[ lookin at u, hugo (except not, because he is not here, but shh). After that declaration, though, he'll fall silent again and wait for her to get her tablet. ]
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A toll? [ He glances back down at her, an eyebrow quirked. ] Oh, well, let's see...
[ Here's him checking his pockets. ]
Doesn't seem that I have anything on me. [ There he pauses to look back towards the living room of the apartment. ] Is there a toll for sleeping on the couch?
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Oh, no, of course not...! But what you have to watch out with that one is the resident troll.
( Not that Break can't do anything he wants, that teleporting cheater, but he does seem to have a tendency to preform some amazing couch surprises. Collette quirks up an eyebrow, looking at at Caesar. She gives him a mischevious grin along with an amused tone of voice. )
Your call, Mr. Silverberg.
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[ Let him think about that for an exaggerated length of time. Then, he peers down at her curiously again. ]
I don't suppose you're willing to take something other than marques for this toll of yours, are you?
[ Dead serious face. This is obviously a very serious matter! ]
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I suppose... I could be persuaded.
( She says at length, eyes coming back to his face. It's terribly difficult for her to pretend she's up to anything other than mischief. Collette doesn't try too hard, lips itching to tug up into another grin, eyes practically laughing. )
What's your best offer?
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While she fights off a grin, he doesn't bother. He's going to grin it up like an idiot for once, though more because that's his intended effect. Maybe he's trying to mimic Nash! It works for that guy, right? ]
That I'll actually follow through on taking you out. How's that?
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Not funny! ( She says, shaking her head, still laughing. ) Grinning like that, you're such a tease!
( It just doesn't connect right now that him wanting to nap away from the cat can turn around into anything other than a tease back over the whole ludicrous idea of a toll. Besides, a date? That'd totally be more taxing!
(Ha-ha!) )
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[ The slap on the thigh gets him to move aside, since she's made the grand mistake of letting his shirt go. Ha ha, free! It gives him leave, unintended or not, to finish navigating past her in the hall and into the room.
Just as planned. ]
Also, I do believe you need a better guard at your toll bridge.
[ Now excuse him while he claims this bed here. ]
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( Your girlfriend manipulates time, Caesar, do you think it's that easy?
... Well yes, it sort of is, since Collette doesn't do anything immediately, not until he's at her bed anyway, and even then it's a startling moment of trying to figure out if she'd just switched directions and rolled after him, or done so with the benefit of that strange space between sound and function that came along with using her stopwatch to end up behind him like she has.
(It's the stopwatch. Baby steps toward endurance in all fields! Not that she'd admit such without prompting.)
Either way, time resumes and she's right behind him, reaching out and yanking him back from the bed and (technically) into her lap, though his changed momentum would send both of them rolling backward if she succeeds. )
Oh no you don't! You mean it? ( She doesn't dampen the enthused excitement in her voice. ) You'll take me out? In public? Just you and me? No drinking, no sick days, no bombings, just you and me and food and something normal like that?
( There's a slight emphasis on normal, a hint of longing she wouldn't be able to identify if someone had even pointed it out. Pfft. What was normal? Normal changed for each person.
Normal was getting to go out on a date with a boy. It's not sky diving, but it has a different sort of appeal. )
Oh, Caesar!
( And if she had him in her lap, or had him catching himself before her, then now she's aiming to give him the best bear hug she can -- just that happy (and it is still, sadly, not as much of a bear hug as it used to be). That she laughs at the same time is an extension of being pleased at the thought, perhaps a little too much so. )
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Isn't she supposed to be abstaining from using that thing?
But there isn't time to stop and tell her off about it, since one second he's about to flop over onto a bed, the next (or possibly the exact same second) he's yanked backwards and landing in Collette's lap. He's shocked and confused at first, having never had the stopwatch used against him before, but it does sink in soon enough.
Then she's going on about something being normal and hugging him! He squirms against it, but not with any serious effort. ]
Cheater. [ Cheeeaaateeer! ] Don't act so surprised. I already owe you at least one, anyway. It's not that big of a deal.
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( It's a big deal to her, whenever she does feel wanted or necessary or just fun to be around. It's nice! So she hugs him again, tries to get in another similarly light, laughing kiss, and lets her grip loosen enough that he can move (leave) when he wants to. )
When?
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[ He still doesn't see why it's such a grand occasion! It's not as though he was going to avoid fulfilling his part of the deal forever. He tolerates the kisses and escapes when he can, since stuck on a lap that's stuck in a wheelchair is a little confining.
He'll turn and plop down to sit on the bed's edge instead, looking as exasperated as expected. ]
I was actually trying to argue with you until you outright said the toll was a kiss, but you went and ruined it. [ Good going, Collette! ] When... Uh. Tonight? Tomorrow? I don't need to tempt even more catastrophic interruptions by putting it off too long.
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Half our arguments don't go according to plan! ( she says, laughing, amused that he admits to playing the game along to the same initial lines as she was thinking. like she was going to pass over something even better than a kiss!
though that is what had led to them being here now -- not the idea of kissing, but dating. such an odd thought. plus a sobering one... why she'd barged in on him that day, and things that she held close now that were probably good to share.
her hands fold into her lap, and the excitement simmers down; her pleasure is hard to quash, but she does in an effort to sound more sober. )
Better off with tonight, by tomorrow we could be invaded again. ( the lightest smile, a brief closing of her eyes. they open again, considering. ) Though... on another note, there's stuff we still need to talk about, huh? Like at Lavi's party...
( and with so many other, scattered things. )
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[ But the change of topic pulls him away from that line of complaints. She wouldn't shift from something that involved hopeless romantic tidings to a party that's since passed without good reason. He sits up straighter, away from the lazier slouch from just before.
Okay, she has his attention. ]
What about it?
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( not even admonishing, to find herself perpetually amused by his need to find something to complain over. as if she would ever be the difficult one. it was fun, in a way, seeing him do what he does paired with the complaints that glossed over the world around him.
her thumbs fold over each other, then twitch. )
Lavi, Tyki, Lenalee... I guess it's some of all of that. Their war, the things that make Tyki dangerous. Why he recognized you.
( she glances up as she shifts into recollection. she doesn't feel like it's a confession; something about the idea of confess sat poorly with her right now. )
Was it a month? Must have been... after being out of the hospital, back home. Lavi went back to his world for a while, like some people do, but he came back and he was in a bad place. He needed helped. He got me.
( she smiles, reflecting on how that, to so many, would not be a blessing. how it'd taken all of the andalite's gift, and the initiative's, to turn her into something, someone dependable. not just a liar. not just a girl looking for a world with a prettier answer than the one she had. )
I'm slower than most people, just on my own. On a straight way, though! ( a short laugh. ha! then, the story changed! ) I needed to be able to move fast and be something people could recognize as needing help. Not the things I usually am. People just ask more questions, which I like, but questions were going to waste time.
( lavi had asked for help, and he'd gotten her. she'd needed to move, and so she'd become... caesar. she doesn't spell it out: it's obvious, something he had doubtlessly guessed she'd done around that man, that more-than-human, with how tyki had behaved at the celebration. )
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[ One punch to the face is enough, thanks. It's true that Collette will be happy no matter where they go, but Caesar, on the other hand... Well, he's bound to find an excuse to be unimpressed with the place no matter what.
As for Lavi, Tyki, Lenalee...
He had wondered about that entire mess at the party, although he's already guessed most of what happened. The reference to saving Lavi's life, Tyki recognizing him and Collette being uncomfortable about that, the explosive reaction to that man even being there. It's not a long shot. ]
You used my form to save Lavi's life. That's how Tyki met me.
[ Without really meeting him, that is. ]
He's their enemy, isn't he?
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( Lavi would be better at explaining. Lavi didn't want her sharing at all. )
He and his want to destroy the world. Pretty standard, I guess, though usually that's a containment thing. The only people who wanted to do that to mine were trying to stop another Empire from winning.
( And were, she does not say, the supposed heroes and allies at one point. )
Did you see him come through the door? That's kind of his thing. I'm not sure it's all of it, because I don't think he's that simple, but he can move through anything he wants -- and become partly solid in anything he wants. He makes things do it, too. He took the parasite out of Lavi that was killing him, and if I hadn't done what I did, he probably would have kept it, too. Just reached right in and... ( she brings her hands up, fingers pressed in to her palms, then abruptly opening; ) ... pulled it out!
( Part of her thinks that potential is cool, even as it's frightening and disgusting. )
He's not sane, and he's not stable. It's like he goes along with whatever whim strikes him, and there's no rhyme or reason behind what he does. Paying attention to what interests him, just that. Which he might stop with you, since you clearly didn't know what he was talking about.
( She hopes it ends there. She glances away, then back to Caesar. )
Sorry I didn't tell you before. Um... Has Lenalee talked to you about her world before? At all? About their war?
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[ And he doesn't exactly ask, either. ]
It's not really always about containment, either, the whole massive destruction thing. Someone trying to destroy a world is utter madness, as they, as well as I, only have one. [ If not the world, then a continent, in the case of his war, but if everything you know and care about is there? It may as well be the world. ] You just happen to live somewhere with worlds to spare, if I understand space correctly.
[ Although, the idea of considering a planet a strategic point to destroy, if all else fails, rankles of the UE to him, even if it makes sense in its own terrible way. They have hundreds, thousands of worlds to choose from. Losing one means nothing to someone with that kind of power.
Anyway, he leans forward enough to rest his arms across his knees. ]
He would have kept it if you hadn't done what, exactly?
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No -- no, we don't. We don't have worlds to spare, and the people who were going to take it away, who were going to burn our whole world to ash, were going to do it and kill all of humanity because it was a cost they figured was worthwhile when we were a planet-bound, backward, inferior species anyway.
( Whatever anger might have been in her voice at the start bled out, turned into a recitation of factual information delivered without a smile, without explanation, with slight emphasis on a word that she finds amusing. The amusement for that alone bleeds through. That's my war. And it was only one part of it; and it was not something she was really here to talk about anyway. )
Squished it. Killed it. Murdered it, I guess, if it had a thinking brain. I don't like parasites.
(
Jesus Christ never let her get pregnant)I think it was from someone else like him, another Noah. It was disgusting.
( How's that for derailed? )
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[ The general you. Humanity. Whether she takes it that way or not, oh well, though perhaps he should save the attempts to explain why the species that was planning that would be so uncaring. Maybe she already knows, maybe she doesn't want to know... ]
Just everyone else might. Look, I'm not excusing it, okay? [ And it is off-topic. The wrong war! ] Okay. So you killed it. Was he upset about that? Do I need to worry he'll come after me?
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( Hand to her face, pressing a cheek, an eye, into other fingers, the palm of her hand. Right. Right. )
Mildly put out He doesn't care. He was probably more interested in what I did with time than anything else. And with you not knowing who he is, he'll be looking for a copy, or an explanation. Or else anyone else who plays around with time, and that -- kind of leads toward Oz's world.
( Her other hand on her face, rubbing. )
Lenalee's world makes monsters out of people who lose the people they care about to grief. It's a devil's promise. You can't bring people back. ( hands pulling away from her face. god, then she smiles. eyes closed, but she gives him a close lipped smile. ) Nothing but miracles bring anyone back. Oz's world is like... power games, probably, all in one country. It's just that something unstable's here from there, and I'm not sure how much, or how careful we need to be, but with what Oz can do, and what his friends probably can... I'd say be careful enough around Jack.
( Does she even have the right to say? Maybe, maybe not, but what is holding back going to help Caesar? What is not telling him, even for all she leaves out, for the promise to Oz she's keeping right now, going to save? Going to protect?
I'm not supposed to be the one making the guesses. And so many people are asking her to be quiet anymore. )
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Jack? ]
Whoever that is, I haven't met him. What do you mean what Oz can do? Do you mean his summoning? [ At least, he's pretty sure that's what it was. Something like that. ] And what does Tyki's search have to do with this Jack fellow?
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Then she smiles. )
Nothing. It's just, they're both dangerous. I'm not sure how much that means with Jack... but Tyki, that's easier to see. As far as stuff with Oz goes... you need to ask him. In fact, it'd probably be good if you could handle a heart to heart with both your roommates, one on one.
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[ Though they might not. In most cases, they might smile it away and find something else to talk about, he imagines, but if he were to put them on the spot... Ah, and just after he's patched things up with Lenalee, too! Figures something else would come up.
He sighs at her. ]
If it's nothing, you wouldn't have said anything. I know we have this trend of not telling each other all sorts of things, but really, you could at least describe the other guy I'm meant to be avoiding.
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( And it's frustrating to realize exactly how hard this really is. Aah! What the hay! )
It's not like any of us are particularly honest unless it suits us. You go silent or redirect, Oz lies by smiling and redirecting, Lenalee bottles it up just as bad as he does. ( She's shedding some of her frustration, stating a litany of facts. ) Except Lenalee knows she's bottling, and I don't think Oz does. He needs us to help with that, on top of Gilbert, and Break. He's got you and me and Lenalee.
( She doesn't name Caesar as part of that lightly, regardless of how she usually would. )
Let me grab my tablet. I think Jack might be on there. It's easier to show than tell!
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[ He doesn't! Redirection isn't lying! But he doesn't disagree on the rest. That's about how he pegged the others as, so it's no surprise. Yet the last part... Second to last part! Not the tablet thing, but... ]
Like I haven't had enough pep-talking of melodramatic kids in my life!
[ lookin at u, hugo (except not, because he is not here, but shh). After that declaration, though, he'll fall silent again and wait for her to get her tablet. ]
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