[If only the scent of the roses weren't so suffocating in the Greenhouse. It paints such a delicate and pretty picture, plants framed so around a birdcage with a single girl inside.
Such an unfair picture. An incorrect picture.
He's quiet when he makes his way to her cage, settling down next to it with a tired exhale.]
It's good to see it, you know. An honest view of you.
Is there such a think as being too honest, I wonder? At least it means you're still you, even with all the scars that might come with it.
[A gentle rebuttal, but he keeps himself open towards her. There's nothing to hide from, as far as he's concerned. Just a girl who's made a horrible, horrible decision.]
Mm, I need a swim every now and again. My fault for not bringing a swimsuit to rescue those shears.
[Just throwing a direct question, since he also isn't holding back]
Endbringers aren't human and never were, as far as anyone knows. So...I was afraid I'd turn into one, I thought...I really thought I would stop being human if that happened.
But sometimes I think maybe I don't need to turn into anything to stop being human, because...a normal person wouldn't do the kind of thing I did, probably.
To be a person is beautifully complicated, Noelle. The good and bad, regardless of what happens. Desperation is incredibly human. It's the desperate that go to war, that rob, that lie, and yes, that kill, because they see no other way.
To lose hope doesn't make you any less of a person. To be lost to your circumstance doesn't, either. Even if your body changes against your will. [By accident. By force.]
...
[As for the question posed against him, though:]
No. I don't think I would. It's a lonely life, but I've come too far to think about being any different.
I would say so, yes. Not without blame or consequence. I think you know that well enough. But still very human.
[It's a quiet little tangent, before returning to her question.]
Hm.... Experiencing once-in-a-lifetime things multiple times is pretty fun. Especially if it's long enough between them that they flip around to feel new again.
People are always very creative, though. Even over millennia, there's always something new. It's just a matter of having an open enough mind to find it.
As for you...
What is the one thing about the world you love the most, and the one thing you think you hate the most? It could be something right now, or something from before your circumstance.
[Is the answer something related to your awful cooking?
Solomon's questions make her ponder. The one she hates the most comes to mind easily, but the one about what she loves the most is one she has to think about]
I think...I have kind of grown to love the sky. It's so faraway and it can be so beautiful sometimes. Just...staring at a real sky would feel so nice.
[Ah, the answer of someone who didn't see much sky in a while]
I have!!! Making magical items is a hobby of mine. Anything you can think of, as serious or as silly as you might want. If it can be imagined, I can attempt it.
[In the moment, he sounds almost... boyish, in a way, in his excitement.]
And I wish I could show you. It's not like a magician's trick, of course... no pulling a rabbit out of nowhere. But the truly magical has plenty of surprises.
[Still, he grows thoughtful at her answer. Debating, a moment, on how much he wants to share.
...]
The sky becomes a beautiful thing when you aren't able to see it for a while. Beautiful and grand, like it might stretch on into eternity. To be away feels like keeping water from a man dying of thirst. Like the world is somehow... so much smaller and emptier without it.
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WEEK TWO - SATURDAY POST TRIAL
Such an unfair picture. An incorrect picture.
He's quiet when he makes his way to her cage, settling down next to it with a tired exhale.]
It's good to see it, you know. An honest view of you.
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Yeah, maybe a bit too honest.
[.......]
You know, I noticed you coming to the dorms all soaked. Sorry about that.
[She sure didn't interact because she was too busy keeping out of sight, but...she sure noticed]
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[A gentle rebuttal, but he keeps himself open towards her. There's nothing to hide from, as far as he's concerned. Just a girl who's made a horrible, horrible decision.]
Mm, I need a swim every now and again. My fault for not bringing a swimsuit to rescue those shears.
...
You must be tired.
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[Just like she was said to her face about the vial: it's all a part of herself now. As much as she loathes that all]
I am. But I can't sleep, so I'll just...sit around and think.
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[A beat of silence.
He'll scoot himself closer to the bars, on his knees, before gesturing through the bars at her with an open hand held out.]
Here. Please, come sit with me for a little bit.
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[She does, coming closer to sit here. Hiiiii]
You don't have to be so nice, you know. I mean, I have been a supervillain for almost a year now. Niceness towards me is a little...
[Unexpected]
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Is that all you think you are, now? A supervillain?
Why can't you just be Noelle?
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Fine. I guess I can, just for a while longer. I think I want to try to be myself for tonight too.
[She leans the side of her head against the bars]
You know what, I got more questions for you. Just...out of curiosity. Feel free to answer if you feel like it. I guess I can do the same too.
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What, another game? Just between you and me?
I don't know... if we do, will you promise not to hold back?
I can answer anything you'd like, so long as you let me see the real you.
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[She'd give a pinky promise, but that feels childish to her, hah]
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Swear it.
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[But fiiiine, pinky swear. She hooks her pinky with him]
How old are you, twelve? I haven't done this since middle school.
[Is this better or worse than getting called grandpa, hell if she knows]
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[He'll count that as a question to be answered.
Bouncing their hands a little before letting her go. Alright, girlypop, you are now under a pact with journal name impacter, no matter how informal.]
I stopped aging a very long time ago.
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[There must be parahumans out there whose powers also made that happen, she supposes. Anything is possible]
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But there's not much point in moaning over it when there is more I can do.
[He has to. The longevity is not something meant for humans, after all.
But that's her question answered, so he plants his hand against his chin in where he sits cross legged against the bars, cocking his head slightly.]
What do you see yourself as, Noelle? Truthfully?
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[Just throwing a direct question, since he also isn't holding back]
Endbringers aren't human and never were, as far as anyone knows. So...I was afraid I'd turn into one, I thought...I really thought I would stop being human if that happened.
But sometimes I think maybe I don't need to turn into anything to stop being human, because...a normal person wouldn't do the kind of thing I did, probably.
[Killing Annette and what not]
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To lose hope doesn't make you any less of a person. To be lost to your circumstance doesn't, either. Even if your body changes against your will. [By accident. By force.]
...
[As for the question posed against him, though:]
No. I don't think I would. It's a lonely life, but I've come too far to think about being any different.
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[That's reassuring, in some way. It's not easy for her to think of herself as human, but she tries]
Is there anything good about being so damn old?
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[It's a quiet little tangent, before returning to her question.]
Hm.... Experiencing once-in-a-lifetime things multiple times is pretty fun. Especially if it's long enough between them that they flip around to feel new again.
People are always very creative, though. Even over millennia, there's always something new. It's just a matter of having an open enough mind to find it.
As for you...
What is the one thing about the world you love the most, and the one thing you think you hate the most? It could be something right now, or something from before your circumstance.
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[Is the answer something related to your awful cooking?
Solomon's questions make her ponder. The one she hates the most comes to mind easily, but the one about what she loves the most is one she has to think about]
I think...I have kind of grown to love the sky. It's so faraway and it can be so beautiful sometimes. Just...staring at a real sky would feel so nice.
[Ah, the answer of someone who didn't see much sky in a while]
I hate eating.
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[In the moment, he sounds almost... boyish, in a way, in his excitement.]
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What time of day, do you think would be best? Bright and sunny and blue? Or under a clear, cloudless sea of stars?
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[Because of Solomon's excitement. It's adorable]
Bright and blue. The kind you'd see in a stereotypical kid's drawing.
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[Still, he grows thoughtful at her answer. Debating, a moment, on how much he wants to share.
...]
The sky becomes a beautiful thing when you aren't able to see it for a while. Beautiful and grand, like it might stretch on into eternity. To be away feels like keeping water from a man dying of thirst. Like the world is somehow... so much smaller and emptier without it.