[Well, that's fucking depressing on two accounts. Three accounts. He glances at Alex, a bit surprised, and then looks again at the plush she doesn't know.]
[He reaches up over the edge of the bed and sits the plush up at the edge so the two of them can see, but mostly Alex. He sits the other one up beside it, too.]
A little bit. They have your beautiful skin tone and your hair color. They're very cute.
There’s probably something stored in the cupboard, or fridge we can just grab. [ she’s trying to think through the stuff she’s made recently... hmm. food... ]
[ the little rex wriggles and then starts running out the door, alex watches her go and sighs. keeping that little one under control is going to continue to be fun. ]
Thank you.
[ and they will grab some food! delicious. even the reptilian babies can have some food. ]
[Reptile food... But yes, they go to the kitchen, and I am loathe to say that Blanca spoils Alex by making her some food. It isn't five-star chef, he isn't Taako, but it's quick and simple.
And portable! They can carry it and eat it along the way to the northern area. Wow, it's the Wild West. Wild.]
I think the decision might be being made for us...
[ she nods her head at the dinos - one of them, hers because of course it is she apparently got the hyper one, is running at the gun range like she's being drawn there with a magnet. ]
I'm going to need to retrieve her at the very least.
[He doesn't trust a t-rex not to chomp anything and run with it. "What do you have?!" "A KNIFE" "NO!!!" basically.
Somehow, the Child has gotten inside. Maybe the door was a bit open. It's fine. Blanca pushes it open more, but goes inside first, a little cautiously, to make sure it's okay.
Unfortunately, there's a bubble right there to greet the two of them at the door. Terrible. It's his first one, so he isn't sure exactly what to make of it. Just a bubble right? He takes half a step back, but doesn't rush to move as it pops on him.]
[Alex is packing; A Farewell to Arms is the last thing that goes into the suitcase. The Chinese boy standing a few feet away is beautiful, but petulant, and very young. No more than some of the ones here, no more than sixteen.
But there's dichotomy there: this boy has a lot of power over Alex, over Blanca. A professional distinction; this boy is an employer, like a master. And it's also clear the boy is frustrated.
Yut-Lung spills Blanca's secrets first, his name, his rank in the army, his involvement in Spetsnaz, a wife. Her skin prickles; apparently, those things should have been buried in the past, though he understands Yut-Lung is using it to try to keep him from leaving. But Blanca isn't a part of any of that anymore, and it's clear Yut-Lung is curious.
Out of anyone, Yut-Lung should hear what it means to accept love, to know it, to protect it, to welcome it. To let go of bitterness and anger, and revenge, too, and look instead to love.
[ the thing about these bubbles is just... the potential of what they can rip out of person. for something so simple and harmless looking, it's like a game of roulette and you have no idea if it's going to take something small and easily dismissable out of your mind and display it to the world, or if it's going to claw your darkest secrets out and mount them for anyone to view. ]
[ this, alex would say, is more of the latter. it's not... as deep or dark as she could imagine some of blanca's memories might be, based off the little they'd dipped into in the past, but there's a lot there. enough that she looks a little guilty when they're out of the memory and back into the gun range itself.
[This first time, he is still surprised when coming back. Okay. Memories? Wild. He glances at Alex to see if she had noticed, or if it had been something only he could "watch," but alas...
She had watched, too, apparently. He thinks she's fortunate it hadn't been something much more grotesque.]
I was not aware... [He trails off, not sure what to say to rectify the awkward shock between them.] Well, in any case, I don't believe we won't to run into many of those things.
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What have we had so far... pirates, jungle... I don’t really remember the exact location of the first week though. [ ... bad. ]
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[Alex??? Stop. Now isn't the time to forget shit? IN THIS ECONOMY?]
Who are your two friends?
[He is tall enough to see the plushies now without having to even raise up for the top of the bunk. AWFUL.]
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Oh right, that was it.
[ oh... she looks back up at the bed. ] The plushies? One of them was Kano's... Sumire gave it to me after he... well. After that weekend.
...
I don't know the other one.
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[Well, that's fucking depressing on two accounts. Three accounts. He glances at Alex, a bit surprised, and then looks again at the plush she doesn't know.]
They look a little like you, in a way.
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You think so? I hadn't really thought about it.
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A little bit. They have your beautiful skin tone and your hair color. They're very cute.
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... Maybe they just made it to look like me?
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[He leaves the two plushies seated together and turns back to Alex with a faint smile.]
Should we begin our exploration? We can pick up some breakfast on the way.
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Alright. Let's do that. Did you want to just grab something from the kitchens, or see if there's food at the new location?
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[He looks thoughtful for a moment.]
Let's get something from the kitchen just in case there isn't anything waiting for us in the new area.
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There’s probably something stored in the cupboard, or fridge we can just grab. [ she’s trying to think through the stuff she’s made recently... hmm. food... ]
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[He makes a motion ahead of him and toward the door.]
Ladies first. [And also, the t-rex.] Even reptilian ones.
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Thank you.
[ and they will grab some food! delicious. even the reptilian babies can have some food. ]
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And portable! They can carry it and eat it along the way to the northern area. Wow, it's the Wild West. Wild.]
Well, I must admit, I wasn't expecting this.
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and wow. they rolled into the wild, wild west. ]
... At least it isn't another jungle?
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[Well. He glances at her, and then nods in the direction ahead of them.]
Shall we? Where to first?
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[ she nods her head at the dinos - one of them, hers because of course it is she apparently got the hyper one, is running at the gun range like she's being drawn there with a magnet. ]
I'm going to need to retrieve her at the very least.
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Surprisingly, it gets him to look slightly amused, and then he starts after the fleeing dino-girl. Why did they get saddled with more children?]
Let's make sure she doesn't get into trouble, at least.
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[ after the child... before she gets too wild with weaponry. ]
1/2
[He doesn't trust a t-rex not to chomp anything and run with it. "What do you have?!" "A KNIFE" "NO!!!" basically.
Somehow, the Child has gotten inside. Maybe the door was a bit open. It's fine. Blanca pushes it open more, but goes inside first, a little cautiously, to make sure it's okay.
Unfortunately, there's a bubble right there to greet the two of them at the door. Terrible. It's his first one, so he isn't sure exactly what to make of it. Just a bubble right? He takes half a step back, but doesn't rush to move as it pops on him.]
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But there's dichotomy there: this boy has a lot of power over Alex, over Blanca. A professional distinction; this boy is an employer, like a master. And it's also clear the boy is frustrated.
Yut-Lung spills Blanca's secrets first, his name, his rank in the army, his involvement in Spetsnaz, a wife. Her skin prickles; apparently, those things should have been buried in the past, though he understands Yut-Lung is using it to try to keep him from leaving. But Blanca isn't a part of any of that anymore, and it's clear Yut-Lung is curious.
So he has to explain.
Out of anyone, Yut-Lung should hear what it means to accept love, to know it, to protect it, to welcome it. To let go of bitterness and anger, and revenge, too, and look instead to love.
The last thing he says to him is what he thinks is something hopeful.]
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[ this, alex would say, is more of the latter. it's not... as deep or dark as she could imagine some of blanca's memories might be, based off the little they'd dipped into in the past, but there's a lot there. enough that she looks a little guilty when they're out of the memory and back into the gun range itself.
solid ground. ]
...
[ these are what these bubbles do... ]
Um.
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She had watched, too, apparently. He thinks she's fortunate it hadn't been something much more grotesque.]
I was not aware... [He trails off, not sure what to say to rectify the awkward shock between them.] Well, in any case, I don't believe we won't to run into many of those things.
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What was that thing-- it just appeared out of nowhere?