[ Cinnabar shoots him a disparaging look, then gestures to one of the small blobs of quicksilver hovering in the air around them. ]
It hasn't gone anywhere.
[ ... they haven't checked to see if it's actually killing anything, because why would they do that? Little do they know that it's about as dangerous as silver paint at the moment. ]
[ they cry out, lurching forward to stop him only to stop themself in their tracks, too - because if they touch him, it'll be just as bad, even if they're wearing gloves. All they can do is watch helplessly in horror as he pokes one of the blobs...
It's mercury, at least in the way it behaves, so it feels... liquid-y, but with less give than water. The worst it will do to him is leave a dark stain on his finger. ]
[ nope, they're too busy being frozen in fear to answer that question! Which is sort of an answer in itself. Cinnabar's eyes stay glued on his hand, even after he puts his glove back on. ]
H... How are you okay?
[ this literally does not compute. They've seen countless plants and animals wither and die after coming into contact with them; even the other gems who touch their poison are permanently contaminated with their toxin and need to have the infected parts scraped off and disposed of. How is it that a human is okay? ]
[ this legitimately surprises them. They've gone and read all the scrolls, at this point, but nothing on his mentioned a species - the presence of horns isn't enough to tell Cinnabar he's not a human, considering how little knowledge they have of humanity. ]
[ they stare at the unblemished hand, stupefied. This is a miracle. One that shouldn't be possible. The mercury floating around them ripples.
It's still with them. But it doesn't destroy any more. It might be ugly and embarrassing, but it's not destructive. Cinnabar almost wants to try and take their glove off, too, and touch his hand, just to see what that would be like, but they're far too shy to try it. ]
[ yeah, it means nothing. Still, they're curious. They're daring to hope. It's hard not to, with the hard proof directly in front of them. Even their negative mind is having difficulty coming up with something that could throw all of this into question. ]
... You must be a creature like no other. Even the land is ruined by my poison...
[ they don't believe a word of it - they feel like they can't. They're scared to get their hopes up about making a friend, even if he can withstand their poison. Still, it feels so good to have someone listen to them... Mercury starts beading at their eyes again, and they jerk their head to the side to hide the silvery tears behind their hair. ]
There's nothing impressive about just existing. Even grass and dirt can do that much.
[ and they do it without destroying things around them, too. ]
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It hasn't gone anywhere.
[ ... they haven't checked to see if it's actually killing anything, because why would they do that? Little do they know that it's about as dangerous as silver paint at the moment. ]
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well then. swiftly, taking off one of his gloves as he does so, he walks right towards cinnabar to touch one of the blobs.]
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[ they cry out, lurching forward to stop him only to stop themself in their tracks, too - because if they touch him, it'll be just as bad, even if they're wearing gloves. All they can do is watch helplessly in horror as he pokes one of the blobs...
It's mercury, at least in the way it behaves, so it feels... liquid-y, but with less give than water. The worst it will do to him is leave a dark stain on his finger. ]
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Are you afraid of hurting others?
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H... How are you okay?
[ this literally does not compute. They've seen countless plants and animals wither and die after coming into contact with them; even the other gems who touch their poison are permanently contaminated with their toxin and need to have the infected parts scraped off and disposed of. How is it that a human is okay? ]
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What harms humans does not necessarily affect my kind.
[regardless of whether cinnabar's poison is still active here or not, shess was counting on that resistance.]
I can't speak for others here, but I'm fine.
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[ this legitimately surprises them. They've gone and read all the scrolls, at this point, but nothing on his mentioned a species - the presence of horns isn't enough to tell Cinnabar he's not a human, considering how little knowledge they have of humanity. ]
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You hadn't met many humans before being brought here, I take it.
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[ they're being more personable, for once, if only because they're still in a state of shock. ]
Your hand... It's really okay?
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he removes his glove again to show cinnabar his hand.]
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[ they stare at the unblemished hand, stupefied. This is a miracle. One that shouldn't be possible. The mercury floating around them ripples.
It's still with them. But it doesn't destroy any more. It might be ugly and embarrassing, but it's not destructive. Cinnabar almost wants to try and take their glove off, too, and touch his hand, just to see what that would be like, but they're far too shy to try it. ]
... What are you?
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A sura.
[a name they expect to mean nothing to cinnabar, though.]
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[ yeah, it means nothing. Still, they're curious. They're daring to hope. It's hard not to, with the hard proof directly in front of them. Even their negative mind is having difficulty coming up with something that could throw all of this into question. ]
... You must be a creature like no other. Even the land is ruined by my poison...
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[admittedly, certain clans suffer for it, but for most sura, it's negligible.]
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That sounds like... a place where someone like me belongs. Not here.
[ why were they born in a world where they only hurt things? ]
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Then, were you born with the poison?
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[ which is why it's still here even with everyone's powers gone. ]
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It's better this way.
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[ they don't say anything in response to that. They just stare at the floor.
It's so lonely. ]
I don't want to be pitied. It makes me sick...
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There's nothing impressive about just existing. Even grass and dirt can do that much.
[ and they do it without destroying things around them, too. ]
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[... but this is probably isn't a great topic, so he then adds:]
You came here with a clipboard, right? Do you often take notes on things?
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