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Who: Ignis Scientia, Julie Grigio, Nil, Jet Star, Poison & MAYBE YOU?
What: Catchall for second half of July, can also be used for event purposes
Where: Everywhere!
When: Between 07/16 and 07/31
Warnings: None yet!

Comments

[theweakhavepurpose]

[He takes the offer, sinking to the ground awkwardly. He manages to not gasp in pain but someone used to seeing people post battle might be able to tell that he's full of old wounds that still hurt. Ribs that have been cracked and are still healing, bruises that are just now starting to fade.]

The way you're poking at it. Reminds me of my boss the first time he used one.

[But that's all he's gonna say about that because most people don't want to be compared to a 60-year old crotchety man.]

I'm not expecting anything, I'm a Deputy. Helping people is what I do.

[And if he keeps saying it, maybe he'll believe it. Protect and Serve. He hadn't done that in a long time, maybe he should start that up again. Pulling out his own phone he holds it in his hand easily and in a way Nil can see.]

For starters it'll be more comfortable to hold like this.

[atravellerwithabow]

[Ah, he does see it. Nil watches him with quiet curiosity as he sits down, noting the way he moves as if everything hurts. It's something he's seen often in soldiers pushed too hard by a long day of battle, carrying too many wounds but knowing they will have to get on their feet and fight again come morning.

Deputy. A job title? A rank? Nil keeps the question back for now, keeping his attention on the matter at hand. He mimics the way that the man holds the phone, and... ah, yes, he can see how they might be made to be held that way.]

Hm. [Then the screen should be manipulated with his thumb? He gives it a try.] What name do you go by, Deputy?

[theweakhavepurpose]

Pratt.

[Hey, he's getting the hang of it already. Pratt swipes a few things around on his phone so Nil can see. There isn't too much on these phones, but at least it'll be easier for him to type when he's not trying to hold it like he was.]

Guess I'm not much of a Deputy here. But still... Gotta keep trying. I've only been here a week and don't want to let this place get to me.

[atravellerwithabow]

[Nil keeps keen eyes fixed on what the other man does, and mimics him almost perfectly. What the actual aim of the movements are becomes clear to him as they are performed, and while he does stumble often, he catches on quickly. He didn't survive massacres that killed everyone else involved by not being able to think on your feet.]

You sound like a soldier. [He comments, sounding... strangely amused by the idea. Pratt is certainly moving like one.]

People like you and I, we don't give up easily.

[theweakhavepurpose]

Hm. Being made into one, but not a soldier, not one of the Chosen. Not yet anyway.

[And he doesn't want to be, except when he really really does. Something fractured in his mind where he both wants to belong and hates everything about the Project at Eden's Gate.]

No, we just keep on surviving, come what may.

How long have you been here?

[atravellerwithabow]

Mm.

[He has to think about it. There's no way to measure time here in the way Nil is accustomed to, so he's had to turn to something else.]

The... 'portal' that opened when I arrived has opened six times since. [Nil replies smoothly, half of his attention still on fidgeting with the phone in his hands. It's only small task to turn his natural dexterity to this kind of task.]

There is a fixed amount of time between each opening. I await it eagerly.

[theweakhavepurpose]

You mean when all the people show up?

[Someone had told him that happened on a regular basis, but he can't recall who now. Also he can't imagine why someone would look forward to a bunch of new people showing up in what is essentially purgatory, so he's struggling with a response that isn't just why? ]

Waiting for someone from back home to show up?