[ well. what's up is that the lights are dimmer as she approaches the bag. there's a little bit of water on the floor. a camera's been knocked over somewhere, but none of that matters. with her focus on the bag, she can reach forward and open it.
it's only the right half of this body, cut perfectly and seamlessly down the middle, and even though she's alone in this memory she'll hear it from behind her, as if someone else had been in her place before. the unsteady, surprised noise of a twelve year old boy in shock. the uneven, stilted breathing.
and then, eventually, the grief-stricken whines before the anguish yell. a gust of something blows past her and suddenly the memory fades. she's back to where she started on the eudora, and the real shoma's standing there just...kind of looking exhausted by this particular memory. sup. ]
[ which like. his point is soon proven by her memory! there is a lot happening here. there's a lot? he's busy watching all of this go down from grandma wolf (???) to harley's presumably dead head to her bursting out of the world's skin, beheading a queen...that really, really tall woman that she seems to care about, and her untimely death.
also the weird laughing fucker. there's that. ]
...I'm sorry. [ for her loss, he means. because what else do you say first? ]
she chews on her lip for a second, shaking her head. the expression on her face is more... uncomfortable than you'd expect? still sad, but. kind of awkward.]
No, it's, uh... It's okay. You don't gotta be sorry. [she hesitates here for a beat. mostly because she just saw him lose his dad and—] She's okay now. I mean, she died for real. But she's a half-plant metahuman, so when we buried her in the dirt, it... helped. Eventually.
So like...you buried her and she grew back like a tree? [ i.e don't be sorry now he's just fascinated. and confused. the fuck, how is a person just half-plant. ]
Not exactly... The renewing power of nature and my tears of friendship falling on her grave healed her injuries. So she dug her way out and came back to me.
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well, she isn't scared of no ominous bag. what's up?]
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and she's greeted with a surprise.
it's only the right half of this body, cut perfectly and seamlessly down the middle, and even though she's alone in this memory she'll hear it from behind her, as if someone else had been in her place before. the unsteady, surprised noise of a twelve year old boy in shock. the uneven, stilted breathing.
and then, eventually, the grief-stricken whines before the anguish yell. a gust of something blows past her and suddenly the memory fades. she's back to where she started on the eudora, and the real shoma's standing there just...kind of looking exhausted by this particular memory. sup. ]
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MAN.]
... Well, fuck. [WHY IS AI:NI THIS WAY.] Are you, uh... okay? I mean, well. Probably not.
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...I'm better than I was then if that's what you mean.
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...fair enough. This thing seems to be the new "fun" effect of the week. Can't wait.
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[i haven't given you a mem, though. so have mem.]
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[ which like. his point is soon proven by her memory! there is a lot happening here. there's a lot? he's busy watching all of this go down from grandma wolf (???) to harley's presumably dead head to her bursting out of the world's skin, beheading a queen...that really, really tall woman that she seems to care about, and her untimely death.
also the weird laughing fucker. there's that. ]
...I'm sorry. [ for her loss, he means. because what else do you say first? ]
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she chews on her lip for a second, shaking her head. the expression on her face is more... uncomfortable than you'd expect? still sad, but. kind of awkward.]
No, it's, uh... It's okay. You don't gotta be sorry. [she hesitates here for a beat. mostly because she just saw him lose his dad and—] She's okay now. I mean, she died for real. But she's a half-plant metahuman, so when we buried her in the dirt, it... helped. Eventually.
[...]
Sorry.
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So like...you buried her and she grew back like a tree? [ i.e don't be sorry now he's just fascinated. and confused. the fuck, how is a person just half-plant. ]
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[sometimes... metahumans just be like that.]
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...lucky enough then. [ the fuck. ] Harley are you...a normal human? I never thought to ask. [ or are you just surrounded by metahumans. ]
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[sometimes, you are simply a clown surrounded by a bunch of metahumans.]
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That is...probably the most surprising thing about you that I've heard about so far. No offense.