[ 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. ]
[ defiant, as always. Still, it's hard to hold onto their anger when they're faced with someone immune to their poison. It would be nice if the toxin disappeared entirely, but this is a nice second - someone they don't need to worry about too much. ]
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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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[ yeah they do but they don't wanna talk about Phos... ]
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[ ... ]
... If something comes up that we need to study... maybe. Otherwise, it's a waste of time.
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[ defiant, as always. Still, it's hard to hold onto their anger when they're faced with someone immune to their poison. It would be nice if the toxin disappeared entirely, but this is a nice second - someone they don't need to worry about too much. ]
... Your name. It's Shess, right?
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You've read the scrolls, then.
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[ so they went and looked when they could be alone. They remember a little bit about everyone, at this point - or they hope they do, anyway. ]
Shess... Um...
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... C-can I... come talk to you again? It's fine if I can't. I don't really care...
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Of course. I tend to wander, so I may not always be easy to find, but you're most likely to find me near the mountains.
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