[ Well, it's some relief that he can speak freely of these ghosts without everyone assuming he's lost his mind......
Nothing else is very comforting though. He mulls something over to himself for a while, expression stormy before he straightens. ]
...There's another reason I believe we may not be the first ones here. And that we may not be alone.
[ He retrieves something from his belongings: three sheets of paper, slightly crumpled. He lays them out side by side, for anyone around to look with him.
Short? Like... yay high. [ holding a hand to like... her shoulder maybe look animorphs don't have official heights but marco is Short. ] Kind of olive-colored skin, darker than mine. Black hair, usually wears it long. Brown eyes. Thinks he's cute, but he's really just annoying.
[ hm. this is where she shifts, a little uncomfortably. ]
In person, it's been a day or so since I had to leave for my mission... since before we got here, that is. But he was there, on the screen with the rest right before I died. So he shouldn't be here; he should be back there with them. Alive.
[ Dimitri closes his eyes for a moment, as though pained. How is it that they could all know these people...? ]
I am still trying to piece that together. I feel as though it must be something left to rattle us, but... [ He shakes his head. ] We will have to keep looking for an explanation.
[ In this particular case, he thinks it's better an enemy's name than a friend's. ]
I see. [ He still has to confirm a few things, but being able to confirm all this with jungle crew helps. ] In most instances, I think these are people close to us. I wonder why they would bring in the name of someone you disdain?
I'm not certain, but if these names are supposed to imply they are dead, then I know there are exceptions. Muzan Kibutsuji—that demon is still alive.
[ he's quietly seething. there are indeed names of loved ones for others but—sometimes there is just someone who you desperately want to kill above everything else in the entire world. ]
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Nothing else is very comforting though. He mulls something over to himself for a while, expression stormy before he straightens. ]
...There's another reason I believe we may not be the first ones here. And that we may not be alone.
[ He retrieves something from his belongings: three sheets of paper, slightly crumpled. He lays them out side by side, for anyone around to look with him.
On them is written:
Page 1:
Akihito Narihisago - Haircut
Clover Field - Facial
Ruomen - Aromatherapy
Muzan Kibutsuji - Aromatherapy
Selphie Tilmitt - Manicure
Tom Nook - Grooming
Page 2:
Leia Organa - Conditioning treatment
Sukeyo Fuchi - Makeup consult
Marco [LAST NAME OBSCURED BY SMUDGED BLOOD] - Haircut
Ann Takamaki - Manicure
Dedue Molinaro - Hot stone massage
Ritsuka Fujimaru - Facial
Page 3:
Mitsuru Kirijo - Oil massage
Saichi Sugimoto - Aromatherapy
Wei Wuxian - Conditioning treatment
Xie Lian - Deep tissue massage
Aurelion Sol - Grooming ]
Do these names mean anything to you all?
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Yeah, what's-his-face said we were the third or fourth ones, so...
[ she gets to the second page and trails off, frowning. then she points to one name - marco. ]
This one. He's - a friend, I guess, from home. Are these all people who were here before?
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I... I am not sure. Can you describe to me what he looked like?
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[ hm. ]
Short? Like... yay high. [ holding a hand to like... her shoulder maybe look animorphs don't have official heights but marco is Short. ] Kind of olive-colored skin, darker than mine. Black hair, usually wears it long. Brown eyes. Thinks he's cute, but he's really just annoying.
[ shrugs! ]
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When was the last time you saw him?
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In person, it's been a day or so since I had to leave for my mission... since before we got here, that is. But he was there, on the screen with the rest right before I died. So he shouldn't be here; he should be back there with them. Alive.
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[ He pieces together a smile at that, a little frail and forced, as though to wear some sort of expression at all. ]
We found these sheets in the ruins here, a few days past. I recognize a name there as well.
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I'm sorry, who?
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Can you describe what your dog looked like?
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And were you with your dog, before you remember being cast here?
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Takamaki?!
[He sounds worried.]
Hey--no! What the hell, man?! Why is she on here?!
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I am still trying to piece that together. I feel as though it must be something left to rattle us, but... [ He shakes his head. ] We will have to keep looking for an explanation.
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[ he does not care for the implications of this. absolutely not at all. ]
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I see. [ He still has to confirm a few things, but being able to confirm all this with jungle crew helps. ] In most instances, I think these are people close to us. I wonder why they would bring in the name of someone you disdain?
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[ he's quietly seething. there are indeed names of loved ones for others but—sometimes there is just someone who you desperately want to kill above everything else in the entire world. ]