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Tanagura IC Inbox
ID Number: M018171936
Email: blueboom@tanagura.gov
Housing: Apartment in Tanagura (not Eos Tower)
[ To contact Rin for email, small in person interaction, followups, whatever ]
ID Number: M018171936
Email: blueboom@tanagura.gov
Housing: Apartment in Tanagura (not Eos Tower)
[ To contact Rin for email, small in person interaction, followups, whatever ]
Yeah, she's all ... holy and stuff.
[ And a giant blue goat. Still! Once they get there- If she's going to walk, then he'll walk too. After all, Liger's more her brother than his friend. ... Shut up that totally makes sense. Still, once they're there, it's on foot from here with a pat on Liger's head to show that he's thankful. ]
Were's Daath again?
[ Apparently, he's not great with details ]
[ And a giant blue goat. Still! Once they get there- If she's going to walk, then he'll walk too. After all, Liger's more her brother than his friend. ... Shut up that totally makes sense. Still, once they're there, it's on foot from here with a pat on Liger's head to show that he's thankful. ]
Were's Daath again?
[ Apparently, he's not great with details ]
[Liger rolls his head up against Rin's hand, murring softly. But for her part, Arietta keeps her gaze locked forward. She can't exactly fault him for not knowing -- it's not like she talks about Auldrant very often. She can really only recall mentioning it once or twice in any great detail.]
That's... the name of the country I'm from. It's run by the Order of Lorelei, so everything there surrounds the Order and... the Score.
[...]
I... don't think I ever mentioned it, but. Ion is someone really important back home! He's the leader of the Order, and he did a lot of really great things for the world. Even though he's... [Deep breath.] He was younger than me.
[Another deep breath, this one a bit shaky. It might sound a little unlike her, trying so hard to keep herself from sounding as sad as she is.] The last time I came here, was... after he disappeared. I wanted to leave something for him here in case I... I-I disappeared too.
That's... the name of the country I'm from. It's run by the Order of Lorelei, so everything there surrounds the Order and... the Score.
[...]
I... don't think I ever mentioned it, but. Ion is someone really important back home! He's the leader of the Order, and he did a lot of really great things for the world. Even though he's... [Deep breath.] He was younger than me.
[Another deep breath, this one a bit shaky. It might sound a little unlike her, trying so hard to keep herself from sounding as sad as she is.] The last time I came here, was... after he disappeared. I wanted to leave something for him here in case I... I-I disappeared too.
[ Rin is dimly aware of the fact that he's never really heard about any of these things. The Order was that military she was a part of, right? Or something like that. He doesn't know what the Score is, but from context, it sounds like it might be a religion, but she's not happy with said religion. But if Ion was the leader of the military?
... He ... ]
Y'know, I think I met that Ion guy once, kinda briefly.
[ He seems to only be remembering it now. But it comes to him as he watches her, not sure how he should handle this moment other than to walk beside her and brush at Liger a little ]
... He ... ]
Y'know, I think I met that Ion guy once, kinda briefly.
[ He seems to only be remembering it now. But it comes to him as he watches her, not sure how he should handle this moment other than to walk beside her and brush at Liger a little ]
You did? [She turns to him, surprised at first... but then her expression turns almost wistful, once more turning to stare at the ground as she walks.]
...actually, you... you didn't. The Ion who was here on Amoi wasn't the same Ion I knew back home.
[The Ion who called her his pet, who named her and taught her to speak and act like a human being...]
That was... his replica.
...actually, you... you didn't. The Ion who was here on Amoi wasn't the same Ion I knew back home.
[The Ion who called her his pet, who named her and taught her to speak and act like a human being...]
That was... his replica.
[ Replica... ]
Replicas are like AIs, right? Like... fake people?
[ He's pretty sure they had a discussion about that before. But wow, that guy wasn't a real person? He seemed so lively, even if they only really met that one time. But they did explore a temple together, or at least started off on doing it! ]
Replicas are like AIs, right? Like... fake people?
[ He's pretty sure they had a discussion about that before. But wow, that guy wasn't a real person? He seemed so lively, even if they only really met that one time. But they did explore a temple together, or at least started off on doing it! ]
[Fake people. Something about the way he says that makes her sad -- is that how people saw him? The sweet boy she barely knew who shared the face of her Ion?]
...n-no. They're not... fake people. Or like the AIs here. They're normal people, just... made differently. And they look just like their originals.
[Rin has no way of knowing just how much she struggled with this when Ion was still here, trying so hard to separate him in her mind from the original. She's really come a long way.]
But they... they only look like them. They don't have any memories of their original. The Ion here was nice to me, but... he didn't know me at all. And he really... wasn't like the Ion I knew either.
...n-no. They're not... fake people. Or like the AIs here. They're normal people, just... made differently. And they look just like their originals.
[Rin has no way of knowing just how much she struggled with this when Ion was still here, trying so hard to separate him in her mind from the original. She's really come a long way.]
But they... they only look like them. They don't have any memories of their original. The Ion here was nice to me, but... he didn't know me at all. And he really... wasn't like the Ion I knew either.
[ So they aren't fake people, they just... ate made differently? Did they have childhoods like that, or did he--? Still, yeah, that young Elite he met did seem pretty nice. Rin only knew him briefly and only on a surface level... He hums. Rin takes a half step closer to her and makes to lead them properly into Tamida. ... Huh.
Only look like them. But then - ]
Kinda confusing if they're both named Ion.
Only look like them. But then - ]
Kinda confusing if they're both named Ion.
[She just nods, eyes still locked on the ground. It occurs to her now just how little she's really told Rin about herself. About her world. About the experiences she's lived, and the pain she's gone through. About everything that happened to her, in the final years of her short life.]
[About just how much Ion meant to her.]
Ion... the Ion I knew, he-- his body was really weak. He got sick all the time, so... I-I wanted to become someone strong. So I could protect him forever. I was always by his side...
[The ghost of a smile appears on her face, briefly recalling those happier times. The juxtaposition of a smile with eyes that look near tears is probably a bit strange.]
But then-- maybe two years before I came here... he got really sick. I wasn't even allowed see him for over a week... and then I wasn't allowed to see him at all.
[Her hands tighten into fists at her side, and she moves to cross them over her chest. Her next words are spoken slowly, carefully.]
Because... because he wasn't just sick. And the Ion who I saw after that, who wouldn't even look me in the eye... that was the replica they made to take his place. So no one would know he was... gone. [...] Not even me.
[About just how much Ion meant to her.]
Ion... the Ion I knew, he-- his body was really weak. He got sick all the time, so... I-I wanted to become someone strong. So I could protect him forever. I was always by his side...
[The ghost of a smile appears on her face, briefly recalling those happier times. The juxtaposition of a smile with eyes that look near tears is probably a bit strange.]
But then-- maybe two years before I came here... he got really sick. I wasn't even allowed see him for over a week... and then I wasn't allowed to see him at all.
[Her hands tighten into fists at her side, and she moves to cross them over her chest. Her next words are spoken slowly, carefully.]
Because... because he wasn't just sick. And the Ion who I saw after that, who wouldn't even look me in the eye... that was the replica they made to take his place. So no one would know he was... gone. [...] Not even me.
[ Rin listens to her, frowning the whole time as he tries to decide how he should even respond to her. The fact of the matter is that he is now in the middle of her spilling her guts to him and he's not sure he can--
Well, all he can do is listen, right? He puts his hands in his pockets mostly so that he won't be tempted to touch her, and he hears her out. He might glance at Liger, but. ]
So he was that important of a guy, huh? [ ... ] That's kind've amazing.
Well, all he can do is listen, right? He puts his hands in his pockets mostly so that he won't be tempted to touch her, and he hears her out. He might glance at Liger, but. ]
So he was that important of a guy, huh? [ ... ] That's kind've amazing.
He was. Probably one of the most important people in the world.
[...]
But not just... to the world. H-He was important to me. He was... he was my world.
[But now he was gone. And his replica, who she thought she had at least had a second chance with, was probably dead in this world too.]
[She's thought about it a lot. About what she would have done if they had told her that Ion was dead and replaced with a replica. Would she have been able to accept it? Would she have served the replica in her Ion's place, projecting all her devotion onto him instead?]
[Or would she have simply followed him into death?]
[...]
But not just... to the world. H-He was important to me. He was... he was my world.
[But now he was gone. And his replica, who she thought she had at least had a second chance with, was probably dead in this world too.]
[She's thought about it a lot. About what she would have done if they had told her that Ion was dead and replaced with a replica. Would she have been able to accept it? Would she have served the replica in her Ion's place, projecting all her devotion onto him instead?]
[Or would she have simply followed him into death?]
[ . . . What do you even say to that. He doesn't know, he's not good at any of this. He can only be sentimental. As such, Rin exhales and he leans over towards Arietta to risk nudging her shoulder. No one notices immediately, but they still might in the end. Right now, though, it just seemed right, if a little risky. ]
'M sorry, then. That's like... it's hard. [ He thinks about when his father - his real father - was killed. ]
'M sorry, then. That's like... it's hard. [ He thinks about when his father - his real father - was killed. ]
[They were lucky. It was cold in Tamida, and already kind of late. Most of the people left wandering around now were mongrels, and likely too intimidated by the elite and his giant cat monster to even give them a second glance.]
[But even so, when she feels his shoulder nudge against her own, she has to hold her own hand in place to stave off the temptation to reach out and grab a hold his.]
[Aside from a nod and soft murmur of agreement, she'll stay quiet as they walk the rest of the way, leading him to the temple proper and then down a certain hallway. The walls are decorated with various little altars, shrines, and religious idols, but there's one in particular she's leading him to. It'll probably take a little while, but eventually they reach a small corner where a single necklace in the shape of a golden tuning fork sits on a small pedestal. It's all covered in a fine layer of dust -- even the small envelope sitting in front of it, with a name scrawled out in language Rin wouldn't recognize.]
[The significance will no doubt be lost on Rin. But for her part, Arietta kneels down and starts to brush off the dust -- sniffling a bit as she does so.]
[It's only once she finishes, leaning the envelope back into place, that she scoots back on her knees and glances up at Rin.]
...how do you pray for people where you're from? So we... can do it right. For Renzo.
[But even so, when she feels his shoulder nudge against her own, she has to hold her own hand in place to stave off the temptation to reach out and grab a hold his.]
[Aside from a nod and soft murmur of agreement, she'll stay quiet as they walk the rest of the way, leading him to the temple proper and then down a certain hallway. The walls are decorated with various little altars, shrines, and religious idols, but there's one in particular she's leading him to. It'll probably take a little while, but eventually they reach a small corner where a single necklace in the shape of a golden tuning fork sits on a small pedestal. It's all covered in a fine layer of dust -- even the small envelope sitting in front of it, with a name scrawled out in language Rin wouldn't recognize.]
[The significance will no doubt be lost on Rin. But for her part, Arietta kneels down and starts to brush off the dust -- sniffling a bit as she does so.]
[It's only once she finishes, leaning the envelope back into place, that she scoots back on her knees and glances up at Rin.]
...how do you pray for people where you're from? So we... can do it right. For Renzo.
[ How do they do it... where he's from? That's such a strange question, and it's something Rin actually briefly looks at her uncomprehending about what she would mean. Vaguely, he gestures around him, to the area of Tamida itself. There's a lot of faiths here, what did she even mean?
But he doesn't push that issue, instead deciding that what Renzo - Shima? - Renzo would most appreciate would probably be the sort of faith that he was trained in by his father. Rin nods, and not sure if they should go somewhere else or not, he just kneels down next to Arietta.
He didn't know what that letter was, but he did watch that with reverence, whatever it was. And so he puts his hands together and - ]
It's like this - y'clap twice, and then you hold them together to pray for 'em.
But he doesn't push that issue, instead deciding that what Renzo - Shima? - Renzo would most appreciate would probably be the sort of faith that he was trained in by his father. Rin nods, and not sure if they should go somewhere else or not, he just kneels down next to Arietta.
He didn't know what that letter was, but he did watch that with reverence, whatever it was. And so he puts his hands together and - ]
It's like this - y'clap twice, and then you hold them together to pray for 'em.
[She misses the meaning behind gesturing, mistaking it for Rin perhaps collecting his thoughts. But when he explains, she nods, and then turns to face the small pedestal again. She holds her hands together and claps twice, the sound echoing far throughout the corridor.]
[And then she bows her head, silently, to pray.]
[But after a good few minutes of maintaining that silence, the mood is ruined by a loud, low huff from Liger behind them -- who then sticks his big fluffy head between them, making little grumbly noises as he rubs against them both.]
[Ligers get sad too, okay.]
[And then she bows her head, silently, to pray.]
[But after a good few minutes of maintaining that silence, the mood is ruined by a loud, low huff from Liger behind them -- who then sticks his big fluffy head between them, making little grumbly noises as he rubs against them both.]
[Ligers get sad too, okay.]
[ So Shima...
Shima might well be dead, and there's nothing that he could do about it. He just popped up out of life. Rin's eyes sort of cast down, and when his eyes close he tries to get a picture of the other boy's smiling face. He doesn't know what he should say, or pray about. But he ...
Hah. ]
Yeah...
[ And then Liger steps in, and he opens one eye to look at the cat thing. What...? Either way, he leans in to the guy. ]
Shima might well be dead, and there's nothing that he could do about it. He just popped up out of life. Rin's eyes sort of cast down, and when his eyes close he tries to get a picture of the other boy's smiling face. He doesn't know what he should say, or pray about. But he ...
Hah. ]
Yeah...
[ And then Liger steps in, and he opens one eye to look at the cat thing. What...? Either way, he leans in to the guy. ]
Edited 2016-01-21 20:48 (UTC)
[Liger will happily accept leanings, maybe even doing the same in turn as he settles down... but he forgets how heavy he is, so uh, probably best he leans more on Rin than Arietta.]
[But she reaches over and pats him on the head, scratching behind his ear.]
...around when that big snow storm hit Midas, I asked Renzo if he wanted to keep my friend for a few days. Since I know a lot of the apartments down there are already really cold at night...
[There's a pained, sad smile on her face.] But he said... he'd rather I come down there and warm him up myself instead. But I think he was just afraid of my friend.
[Or he was trying to get into her pants, but hey, that's Shima for you.]
[But what if she could have been there? And done something to prevent whatever happened to him from happening? Sure, that was all well before Rin's birthday party, where Shima was still alive and well, but still...]
[But she reaches over and pats him on the head, scratching behind his ear.]
...around when that big snow storm hit Midas, I asked Renzo if he wanted to keep my friend for a few days. Since I know a lot of the apartments down there are already really cold at night...
[There's a pained, sad smile on her face.] But he said... he'd rather I come down there and warm him up myself instead. But I think he was just afraid of my friend.
[Or he was trying to get into her pants, but hey, that's Shima for you.]
[But what if she could have been there? And done something to prevent whatever happened to him from happening? Sure, that was all well before Rin's birthday party, where Shima was still alive and well, but still...]
[ To help mongrels... Was that what their goal with this was? When he first got the job, when he was mongrel, he didn't thin much of the illegality and the ideology, it was just something which he was really proud to work at and it appealed to some of his tastes. That still remains true, and since the switch...
Hmm.
He's got a lot of mongrel friends and some of them (like Arietta) might want that too. But more to the point - ]
Are you sure you even wanna go back? U got a big business here n its going well for you so you could just keep it up, maybe help out more people if you wanted
Hmm.
He's got a lot of mongrel friends and some of them (like Arietta) might want that too. But more to the point - ]
Are you sure you even wanna go back? U got a big business here n its going well for you so you could just keep it up, maybe help out more people if you wanted
Edited 2016-01-22 03:38 (UTC)
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