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person: are you a boy or girl

me: *points to stars* look at that

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vitalalchemy:

“My name is Plague Knight- The alchemist genius of the Order of no Quarter! …With only three of the order being within this city.”

Only three? That means Plague Knight is implying that there’s more to this Order than there is at the moment! All chaos would run loose if the other members are taken into the city by the scientists…

“Now, hee, what is YOUR name, since I have shared mine with you?”

“Oh, cool!” You don’t know what this so-called Order is, but your new friend sounds excited, so you’ll be excited, too!

“My name’s Lou. It’s a pleasure to exchange names.” Wait, that’s not how people word that-- “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” There you go! At least this city will be an exercise in your communication skills-- Lura was your only real person to talk to, for a while.

“So the Order of No Quarter... Are you all friends? Who are the other two here?”

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mxonkxss:

“Kachina.” Is there something wrong? The other seems….nervous? Kachina isn’t sure if that’s the right word to use, but the body language is confusing her. The albino turns to face them with a welcoming smile, “What’s your name?” It’s only right that they exchange names after all, right? 

Kachina, huh? You haven’t heard the name (of course you haven’t) before, but you like it. It doesn’t give you any idea as to what this one is. And why they feel like... home?

“I’m uh, Lou! Luuwel Vinyx Iseni La’liin!” Oh stars, why did you give the full name after the nickname? There’s a faint, glowing flush to your cheeks that you try your best to ignore. “You’re.. you’re not human, are you?”

It’s blunt, but it’s the easiest way you see to ask the question.

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baddestdangerboy:

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“... No?” Why are you supposed to answer all these questions? Maybe you shouldn’t have been so blunt in your observations...

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bakusoucoroner:

“Me? It kinda does: pupils dilates and constrict ‘cause of light turning on and off. So, for someone like me? It hurts.” he rubbed the side of his head,

“Doesn’t help that I’m nearsighted; enough t’bother me when I’m not reading  but not enough to like…really bother me. I’d get actual prescription glasses, but I didn’t have the time back home.” Considering his line of work, it meant late nights and early mornings with a couple of monster/virus beating inbetween. After the shit back home? Well, looks like his only chance was to find some here and only if he could find money to get the frames and lenses.

“Unless, y’know a place here where I can get glasses.”

“I’m sorry about that.” You have no part in this human’s ailments, but you’re still sorry for his pain. Or, at least, the inconvenience of it. “Why didn’t you have time? Do you have a, uh--” What was the term? “A demanding job?” Maybe that’s it, but you’re still new to the idea of jobs at all.

“I, uh... don’t.” You don’t even know where your room is. “But I’m sure if you ask someone who’s been here longer, they can tell you...!”

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