[He follows, listlessly - its truly in these moments he seems more corpse than human, something reanimated.]
An amazing match to watch.
[He repeats, hollow - would anyone say that about her and him, and what happened to that orphanage? He can scarcely believe she lost.]
[He's trying to find words when she presses the button, and he only lets out a low noise of surprise before they come back - he feels his stomach lurch, and he stagger for a moment, trying to collect himself.]
I don't know which is worse. That teleporter or you.
[DON'T BE SO MEAN!!!!!!!! MEAN OLD MAN!!!]
[He manages to get his bearings, though, shrugging his shoulders back with a grunt as they walk along. She offers her name. He stares for a moment, before understanding what she's getting at.]
[ jerk!!!!!!!! buttface!!!!!! cute young women are wasted on you!!!!! die alone then!!!!!!!! ]
... Really?
[ no way. cmon. really. ]
Right. Okay! I can work with that. Stick to Miss Weiss and I'll call you Mr. G if needed.
[ that's fine, right. sure. come on. it's gonna be fine they have to sit for a bit for the bus. kicks her feet. she is so. into having to wait for a bus. carmen christ. ]
[Well, this place probably has schools. He shouldn't be too surprised.]
Hmph. [Here's a sigh for you, one of many.] Some other....bodyguards may not like the attention. Neither do I, but I'm not one to say no to public transit. Even now, I work on a bus of sorts.
So you work now as a guide for [ hm she doesn't know ishmael's civilian name Oh Well ] Ishy and some others, huh... She seems like she has a good head on her shoulders, though.
I really do, sorry. Imagining someone with such renown and the skills to back it up playing tour guide is pretty funny.
[ sorry! sorry. just wait until she hears about the color who became a serial ki ]
I'm guessing you two don't get along then, huh? We have our rough patches too actually, but I think she has a good heart. What are the other "idiots" like? The same as her?
[ maybe the bus can come and save him from this insufferable small talk ]
[ the sinners would literally disagree with verg rn but they also wouldn't survive sassing him.
still. that's the ticket, right there, and malkuth smiles like she's won something. ]
The fact you can see their potential for improvement already makes you a step above the average citizen, you know. People can change, and they can change for the better -- it doesn't matter if the City is a hellhole or not, I know they'll be just fine with you around.
[ since most would just consider them lost causes, if they considered them at all; that's simply how the City is.
in other words, this old man isn't so world weary yet!!! he can play the cynic all he wants, malkuth knows better!!!! ]
[ angela would say it's a talent specific to this insolent twat. one of her only. ]
And one of them's gonna be right.
[ a matter of probability... she's learning math lately.
but the bus does arrive, letting off people before they can be let on, and malkuth pays their toll with a swipe of her wrist before staring expectantly. him first. just to make sure he doesn't try and just stay behind. ]
[And of course she would do this. He moves ahead, stepping onto the bus, but he chooses to stand instead of sit, grabbing onto the ring from the rail.]
[ good. she's sitting, sighing as she rests her head against the window. ]
Fifteen minutes. I'll grant you the same amount in silence, Red.
[ isn't she so nice. this is purely because she's bringing up some stuff onto her hud to amuse herself the ride to the last stop -- homework, maybe, or cat videos. who can say. ]
almost if she hadn't heard him, though the catch of her hand in mid-click of something in front of her betrays it; malkuth glances up at him, hand dropping as she speaks quietly. ]
Of course. I'm human, for what it's worth.
[ she gets upset. so easily, in fact, that it's always been a pain -- a detriment, really.
a flaw she can't get rid of, but one that speaks to her passion. ]
It's not like I push it aside or bottle it up. I used to do that a lot more. [ so she still does it. minorly. ] It ended up hurting everyone around me, and I'd say some pretty awful things to them too... I hated it when people underestimated me, or didn't think I was capable. I guess I still hate that, actually.
[ mm. yeah, probably. ]
It made me want to prove them wrong, and... part of me still does, but not like before. Not to the point of killing myself over it.
[His initial impression was that of a small little bunny who is unfit for a world of wolves.]
[Perhaps his impression now is more of a hare, wide-eyed, seeing all, who can look quite harmless but has bit and kicked and ran for as long as she can remember, who's only just learned to live as the bunnies do.]
[It all makes sense, of course. That's what the City does. It twists the best intentions, it turns people against their own selves. Everything to control it better. Everything so that people will keep their heads bowed, and their flow becomes stagnant.]
Mm. [And he looks towards the front, now.] You don't need to prove yourself to anyone.
[ her eyes dip away again, but she can't focus on the words she'd been notating before. she knows that. now, anyway -- she knows that. but it's natural at the same time. malkuth wants to impress people and show off what she's able to do. she wants to prove that much. it's not something she'll push herself to the extreme about, it's not worth losing herself over, but...
... she still likes to surprise people, and to be relied on. it's natural. after a moment, she huffs a quiet laughter. ]
If a hotshot like you can say so, then I guess it's true.
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An amazing match to watch.
[He repeats, hollow - would anyone say that about her and him, and what happened to that orphanage? He can scarcely believe she lost.]
[He's trying to find words when she presses the button, and he only lets out a low noise of surprise before they come back - he feels his stomach lurch, and he stagger for a moment, trying to collect himself.]
What the hell...we have to use these things?
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Whew! That really never get easier -- I don't know if I prefer our Head Librarian's teleportation trick or not.
[ easy answer actually she does not prefer it. angela and her trollish ways. ]
And yeah, unless you'd like to spend even more time with me. Let's see... oh, there it is.
[ the bus station....... there's a bench with some civilians on it, waiting, and malkuth stares at them for a moment before looking up at vergilius. ]
Elijah Weiss. What's yours?
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[DON'T BE SO MEAN!!!!!!!! MEAN OLD MAN!!!]
[He manages to get his bearings, though, shrugging his shoulders back with a grunt as they walk along. She offers her name. He stares for a moment, before understanding what she's getting at.]
[He looks...vaguely awkward.]
Red Gaze.
[....................yeah]
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... Really?
[ no way. cmon. really. ]
Right. Okay! I can work with that. Stick to Miss Weiss and I'll call you Mr. G if needed.
[ that's fine, right. sure. come on. it's gonna be fine they have to sit for a bit for the bus. kicks her feet. she is so. into having to wait for a bus. carmen christ. ]
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Mm. [>8I] Red is fine....Miss Weiss.
[At least he'll use her name right. Probably.]
[Of course, he's happy to sit here and Stew as the depression Requires but he's raising an eyebrow at the feet kicking.]
It's a bus. Have you ever been on one?
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[ so much to take in...! and to note down about designs. ]
Do bodyguards [ colors ] take public transit like everyone else?
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[Well, this place probably has schools. He shouldn't be too surprised.]
Hmph. [Here's a sigh for you, one of many.] Some other....bodyguards may not like the attention. Neither do I, but I'm not one to say no to public transit. Even now, I work on a bus of sorts.
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[ "remember" in a sense, ]
Did you get demoted too?
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[Which is a weird feeling.]
Hah? No. I'm...working as a guide.
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[ be honest. ]
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[His sinners. :,)]
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So you work now as a guide for [ hm she doesn't know ishmael's civilian name Oh Well ] Ishy and some others, huh... She seems like she has a good head on her shoulders, though.
[ like
For The Most Part. ]
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[DON'T YOU DARE!!! HE IS SUFFERING]
Mm. She might, but she's a stubborn hothead, too. [Huh! Like him!]
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[ sorry! sorry. just wait until she hears about the color who became a serial ki ]
I'm guessing you two don't get along then, huh? We have our rough patches too actually, but I think she has a good heart. What are the other "idiots" like? The same as her?
[ maybe the bus can come and save him from this insufferable small talk ]
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[Why is he being patronized by this young lady...what is his life....he should have just stayed home...]
They all have their issues. There's a lot of room for improvement. Unfortunately, most aren't even at the start of that journey.
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still. that's the ticket, right there, and malkuth smiles like she's won something. ]
The fact you can see their potential for improvement already makes you a step above the average citizen, you know. People can change, and they can change for the better -- it doesn't matter if the City is a hellhole or not, I know they'll be just fine with you around.
[ since most would just consider them lost causes, if they considered them at all; that's simply how the City is.
in other words, this old man isn't so world weary yet!!! he can play the cynic all he wants, malkuth knows better!!!! ]
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[He lets out an aggravated sigh, eyes glimmering behind his dark bangs.]
You sure say a lot of things you know nothing about.
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And one of them's gonna be right.
[ a matter of probability... she's learning math lately.
but the bus does arrive, letting off people before they can be let on, and malkuth pays their toll with a swipe of her wrist before staring expectantly. him first. just to make sure he doesn't try and just stay behind. ]
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[doubt.jpg]
[And of course she would do this. He moves ahead, stepping onto the bus, but he chooses to stand instead of sit, grabbing onto the ring from the rail.]
How long is the trip?
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Fifteen minutes. I'll grant you the same amount in silence, Red.
[ isn't she so nice. this is purely because she's bringing up some stuff onto her hud to amuse herself the ride to the last stop -- homework, maybe, or cat videos. who can say. ]
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[Thaaaaaaanks.]
[He doesn't take his eyes off of her, though. Her being so happy...]
[Even though she's allowing this silence, he can't help but murmur:]
Isn't there anything that upsets you?
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almost if she hadn't heard him, though the catch of her hand in mid-click of something in front of her betrays it; malkuth glances up at him, hand dropping as she speaks quietly. ]
Of course. I'm human, for what it's worth.
[ she gets upset. so easily, in fact, that it's always been a pain -- a detriment, really.
a flaw she can't get rid of, but one that speaks to her passion. ]
It's not like I push it aside or bottle it up. I used to do that a lot more. [ so she still does it. minorly. ] It ended up hurting everyone around me, and I'd say some pretty awful things to them too... I hated it when people underestimated me, or didn't think I was capable. I guess I still hate that, actually.
[ mm. yeah, probably. ]
It made me want to prove them wrong, and... part of me still does, but not like before. Not to the point of killing myself over it.
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[Perhaps his impression now is more of a hare, wide-eyed, seeing all, who can look quite harmless but has bit and kicked and ran for as long as she can remember, who's only just learned to live as the bunnies do.]
[It all makes sense, of course. That's what the City does. It twists the best intentions, it turns people against their own selves. Everything to control it better. Everything so that people will keep their heads bowed, and their flow becomes stagnant.]
Mm. [And he looks towards the front, now.] You don't need to prove yourself to anyone.
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... she still likes to surprise people, and to be relied on. it's natural. after a moment, she huffs a quiet laughter. ]
If a hotshot like you can say so, then I guess it's true.
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[He wasn't born some wonderful amazing warrior. In his eyes, he isn't, still.]
[This title means nothing. Sure, maybe it offers him relief from the desperation of going from job to job, but its a cage of its own.]
Besides, being a so-called hotshot isn't all that its cracked up to be.
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