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irreversiblemelody · 1 year ago

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@stellarhistoria

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Socks stands there a moment, processing what's been said, it's always a struggle to pay attention to what people were saying on the job. Well, 95% of the time anyway. Off work... who knows, it's not like they have anyone to talk to. At most, they're talked *at*.

They don't really know why, and had hazarded a guess that it was because they want it to be over. But who knew? There was a lot that was wrong with them that nobody had bothered to address outside arguments and fights.

A lot they dismissed as normal inconvenience. Surely it was common.

But that was neither here nor there, they note his claws. Sharp, too close to their hands. But the same can be said for their's and his hands. Their own are painted blue and black Simple half-and-half, they hadn't had the energy for more. Decorated weapons that wouldn't hesitate to use if need be.

In answer, they shake their head a few times and say,

"No, far a'th I'm aware, the box will be inviolable. Hm... how about thi'th? I will remain nearby to help dimini'th'h your fear of bomb'th or expol'th'ives or whatever. I do know that there are three thing'th in there, and you.... definitely need them."

Too many damn 'S's in that whole damn statement. They needed one of those machines that let people put words in and it would talk for them. A marvel they never could remember the name of, they'd seen it in a few dimensions. Ah well, focus, focus. Focus...

They don't push more, letting him take that in and decide what to do. Honestly, even if he decides to keep it closed or try to hand it back, it would find its way back to him. Fate was an inexorable thing....the bastard. One way or another that box would be opened by this stranger, and Then *after* that occured, he had some choices. Accept the items, or tempt Fate and do an endless variety of things with them. Though it never seemed that serious to most unless they were told. And convinced. And explained to. [Ugh]

Otherwise, It was just refusing weird junk.

Hopefully, they wouldn't have to stay and watch this go on. But because there's been no automatic portal back home, and they're getting the nagging feeling that they're going to be /blocked/ should they make their own or use the magick chalk. Basically that the magick chalk would make a door....but lead nowhere but back here. And that feeling isn't often wrong about Fate's and Kiki's bullshit. Universe kill them now.

"Up to you."

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irreversiblemelody · 1 year ago

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Socks watches the visible crumbling of the soldier, he goes from cautious, watchful and dangerous. To meek as a pup in cold rain. Though.... *maybe* not as vulnerable.

These things don't seem like much to Socks. Fancy Paper, noise, and a responsibility to care for what looked fragile as an dried bird's egg. Or rather....a bird from a realm that wasn't their own. One could stop a crossbow bolt with the ones from home. ....Maybe pre-apocalypse Earth eggshells.

They're getting distracted.

Focus.

It's ....Nothing to lose oneself over in Sock's opinion, but that was obviously wrong. What could these things mean? Something from lost loved ones, perhaps... messages from beyond...?

In addition to the items confusing them, ...Socks doesn't know how to deal with this...blatant show of emotion.

It's not uncommon for people to *react*. But he looks.... destroyed? Like one touch and he'd crumble. Yet the things that caused this were obviously dear to him in the wy he held and touched them.

Socks tries to imagine that, to simulate this situation, what it would fesl like, what they would want said to them...but they can't. They cant imagine breaking down like this in front of others ovsr simple things. Granted, he's not crying and messy or shouting and afraid or grabbing and demanding to know all of what Socks did.

Just ....quietly questioning them and looking like his world just ended. ...maybe it was even beginning again?

Socks doesn't imagine Kiki would send them out to watch him die or never speak again, or lose himself to madness or something. That would be pointless.

Would telling him the truth make it worse? They know nothing about this world's practises, rules, beliefs and so on. So they dont know how he'll react to getting a 'gift' from what was basically a concept. ...well...only one way to find out they suppose.

"Fate. Literal Fate, and if you think it'th an honour. Don't, that fucker does things for him'th'elf and him'thelf only."

They feel a sharp prickle along the back of their neck. Like claws. No...legs. He'd been paying attention and hadn't liked the comments. Socks couldn't care less.

"Do you need to be ...in a more private pla'the?" they question, somewhat aware that they were in the open with people watching. And watching closely. A few tentatively moving closer but backing off. Like they were handling a wild animal. They can't tell if it's because their resting bitch face, or him.

Hm.. "It'll give you a chance to go through your things." they add. As another hint. It was too late to prevent them seeing... and obviously wiping their memories would be *more* trouble. Mm. ...and still no portal. Were they supposed to witness his actions? There were times when the Fated did something significant. However, that usually required stealth, the special tome and pen..and *aforementioned knowledge*.

No, this wasn't just getting data, Kiki and that bastard force of the cosmos were planning something. And Socks knows they're going to *loathe* it.

....they can only hope it doesn't end in death for them.

"....what do you want to do?"