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haha.  hi.  i remade!

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haha.  hi.  i remade!

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haha.  hi.  i remade!

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haha.  hi.  i remade!

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haha.  hi.  i remade!

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haha.  hi.  i remade!

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haha.  hi.  i remade!

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haha.  hi.  i remade!

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haha.  hi.  i remade!

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thinking about remaking here....

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thinking about how it had to feel for peppermint, to go through the musuem and hear kale called roxanne’s only child.  she had to have known prior to that, that kale had erased her, turned her nonperson, but to HEAR IT like that, there, after the entire thing downplayed roxanne’s accomplishments —

she was so alone for so long.  she ran away young to be her own person, but then there was nowhere to return; kale takes over and erases her from the history, she has no friends aside from the cat she built, a single - minded devotion to taking down half her family to find the other.  and then to hear that she doesn’t exist.  after all, roxanne only ever had one child.

and the worst thought of all : she abandoned her mother.  if she hadn’t, maybe kale wouldn’t have taken over.  maybe, in the ways that matter, the fucking museum is right.

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if i added inquisitor dove trevelyan 2 this blog would u kiss her.  be honest.

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Joanna Klink, from "Two Trees"

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spirestar​:

“Oh.” ( He’s saying that a lot isn’t he? ) Ethan’s teeth clack together as he grits them uncomfortably, his cheeks still bunched in that slight smile. Molded, BOW, DNA, bioweapons, and E-001 – Of course he knows what it all means, but for some reason he still feels like he’s been dunked in cold water. Eveline is the last thing he wants to think about, especially when someone is talking about him. Being comfortable in his own skin is something that’s taken Ethan a long time to even get close to feeling. Now he’s thinking, yet again, about whether or not his own hands might try to strangle him tonight. Great.

“That, uh. Does sound useful, for sure.” He exhales a breath and covers his fingers with his jacket sleeve when he instinctively raises them to pinch at the bridge of his nose. “I’d rather not get dissected. A knife in the mouth is bad enough…How did they–I mean, did they. Hurt you? To make you that?” Ethan doesn’t say anything about himself, though.

She can tell she’s made him uncomfortable / even as poor as she is at reading others (  and 16 is no help, as placid and expressionless as he is  ), Ethan is not especially subtle.  Her head tilts, long hair shifting at her back, as she tries to figure out just what it is she’s said that cause the reaction.  It wouldn’t be odd if mentions of Eveline and the like were triggering, she supposes.  The android makes a mental note of that for the future.

“Hm?  Oh, only at the beginning — I grew at an accelerated pace and now have the mind of an adult, but I’ve only actually existed for about ten years.  It’s a bit frustrating, honestly; that I never got to experience an adolescence.  The first few years of my existence involved a great deal of experimentation and tweaking of my biology, which was often painful.”  And left a great many scientists dead.  “Now, though, I’ve surpassed the point where I can be improved upon, and have learned to grow and take on new abilities without pain.”  A beat, and she — smiles.  “That’s very kind of you to ask, Ethan.  I...appreciate that you treat me like a person and not a weapon.  And — given that you’re allowing me to study you like this, I’ll repay you by ensuring that you aren’t hurt any more, either.”

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heartslight​:

     it wouldn’t really be all that convincing to tell the truth about the heartless, would it? not that many people would believe him when he’d claim to be defending the world from creatures of darkness. so sora goes to the next best option that wasn’t a lie — ❛  i was exploring the woods with my friends when i ran into some bad guys. we got rid of them, but i have to make sure there aren’t any more hiding in the forest. it’s kind of my job to fight those bad guys — because the weapon i have is the only one that can destroy them.  ❜ he leaves it up to her if she wants to believe him, hands lowering now that the weapon wasn’t entirely pointed at him. ❛  you’ll have to be careful, too. your crossbow won’t do anything against them.  ❜

“Bad guys?  Like monsters?”  Bad guys that only a single weapon can defeat?  It sounds like the sort of stories Mother often tells her, about how the world she’d never gotten a chance to see had far worse things to offer than the men she’d sometimes been forced to kill.  Her eyes lower, thinking hard; maybe Mother is right, and she should just return to the tower.  But — no, no, she wants — needs — to be anything other than alone / than trapped / than claustrophobic.  For once.

Her eyes raise back to the boy’s, and she — smiles, after a moment, just a little.  “I’m okay.  I’m stronger than I look.”  A beat.  “And I was — with a friend, too, but we got separated.  Maybe he’s with your friends?”

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breakr​:

THESE DAYS,   TO ENTER HIS APARTMENT AND FIND SOMA’S PREEMPTED HIM COMES AS NO SURPRISE.     he’s never questioned her appearances,   same as he won’t this one.     she has to know any extension of him is home to her   —   he welcomes them in their everythings,   even when he doesn’t quite understand.     

“ take yer time.     ” he deposits his keys on the console by the bedroom doors,   unclipping his holsters as he approaches,   gaze drifting back to soma’s form.     she looks … shaken might be an apt word,   but that still doesn’t cover the full extent of what he’s able to see   —   and he imagines there’s more to it than even he can discern.     he crouches at their side,   eyes searching.     curious,   never afraid.    “ is there somethin’ i can do?     ” he offers a comforting smile.     “ don’t suppose this dead girl might be assuaged by a warm drink?     ”

Kaien isn’t afraid / sometimes that scares Soma, and it TERRIFIES CRUZ, who is so afraid of doing harm, again — Soma bites down hard on the god in their chest, trying to crawl up through their throat.  NOT EVEN THEIR GOD, REALLY, OR AN IDENTITY THEY COULD CLAIM.  As ever, Soma has nothing that is theirs / nothing that is them.

— That’s not true.  Trembling hands reach out, find Kaien’s wrists, then hands, and hold tight.  Soma has Kaien.  Soma is Kaien’s lover.  Those are good things to have and be.  Those are good things.  Bright blue eyes squeeze shut and sharp teeth grit.  Those are good things.  Kaien is a good thing.  Soma is trying to be a good thing.  

Cruz tried, too.  “No,” the vessel Soma says, voice small, eyes not opening.  “Stay with us.  For a little.  Easier when — not alone.”

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spirestar​:

“Oh. Uh–Me too,” Ethan agrees, and the nod that follows is a stilted, tentative thing. His thoughts are still caught on fully integrated and they hardly free themselves in time to catch up to neutralized. Sure, he had worried about what might happen to Mia if no one believed she was cured, but he’s really not sure that he’s following this conversation properly. All in all, 21 is less concerning to him than the information she’s offering him freely. How often does that ever happen to you? He clears his throat, and hopefully his mind along with it: “How can you tell? About, about the mold I mean?” An uncomfortable smile turns up the corners of his lips, a poor attempt at reflecting 21’s giddiness. He’s trying, though. And Ethan is much less afraid of her than many other people that he’s met.

“Oh!”  She realizes abruptly that she hasn’t truly explained what she is, merely that she can be called 21 — not that there aren’t ample reasons to keep further information a secret.  But it only seems fair to explain to her unwilling (  though, so far, extremely polite!  ) source of study.  She won’t pretend to be a paragon of virtue — the world she was born into won’t allow it — but she wants to be as kind as she’s able.  or, at least, most of her does.

“My apologies!  I can tell because I’m molded, as well!”  Her hands press together and she smiles, as if she just announced something as sweet as a new engagement.  “I’m a BOW, constructed from the DNA of most other bioweapons made in the past fifty years or so, including E - 001.  Thanks to that creature’s ability to control and sense the mold, I can tell how yours functions without needing to dissect you.  It’s very useful!”