oh that is a lot of emotions and he... doesn't really know how to handle that. it's a joke, but also it doesn't sound like a joke? damian sits up a little and dismisses the work he'd been doing. ]
I never leave home without a pair. Protects the knuckles.
do you think any and all gloves are good so long as the knuckles are covered? by that i mean fingerless gloves
this is a survery btw
[he's actually replying after the long pause, because prompto is a creature of neverending movement and things going on, especially at a time like this.]
wow! that's a real question right??
[and, feeling anxious as he is right now, his thoughts and words are streaming out with too much energy and perhaps little to no consideration on whether it sounds a little too rude or a little too intense.]
!
it's just that we're reaching the mark when new people will show up right! and i'm thinking "wow what if a person gets here TWICE" and i keep like thinking about it and feeling stupid to even think about it but part of me is really really really just hoping to see a familiar face even if that's such a shitty thought to have?
I prefer my whole hand to be covered, but fingerless gloves work in a pinch.
[ Oh. Oh that's a lot of feelings.
Damian rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably, tips his head back to look at the ceiling and sighs softly. He could just endure the tirade with one or two word responses, because that's all he knows how to do in the face of feelings.
But that doesn't feel... like a very good thing to do.
[ What is he getting himself into? Whatever. He'll turn up at the location within ten minutes, wearing something lighter than he usually does. He gives Prompto a nod of acknowledgement as he approaches. ]
[he corrects, pushing forward with a smile. despite this, it's pretty clear that there's some underlying effort into it -- like he's trying to embody the fact it til you make it idea.]
Sup, dude. Looking cool.
[and he raises his camera at eye level to take a picture.]
[he keeps getting caffeinated with soda pop, which doesn't help his jittery feelings of anxiety all over.]
But I don't mind having someone else looking out for me. [grinning at damian, he points at the trees] Did y'know they're organic? They've put some stuff in the water that feeds to 'em so that the leaves and flowers are all neon-y and bioluminescent at night. Bacteria of sorts.
I didn't. [ He inclines his head to look at them. Makes sense, they have to do something to make the air quality livable here, and finding alternative power solutions is vital. ] Is that sort of thing common in your world?
Not really. It was all pretty standard stuff as far as nature and living things are concerned. Except everyone thinks chocobos are "dinosaurs" [he does, in fact, do air quotes with his fingers, letting his camera fall around his neck, the strap keeping it secure from falling] and that it's weird we got milk from garulas and not cows, or whatever.
[but he shrugs nonetheless]
It's cool to learn how things work here, though.
What about you? Is any of this stuff similar or familiar?
This world is a parallel of mine a few centuries in the future. Most of the building blocks are the same, but resource management is different. I imagine there's been mass extinction on an astronomical scale.
[ Which, you know, being the grandson of a known eco-terrorist obsessed with preserving life and snuffing out humanity makes him feel a certain kind of way. ]
Its familiar, but still removed. I've seen bioluminescent plants before but not like this.
[his smile disappears a moment as he looks up at the neon-pink trees, admiring them for a moment. the way nature strives, continues on despite adversity, even if it needed human help to get to that point.]
[his smile returns]
Someone told me the bacteria's called lucifers. It grows into the trees and and as they reproduce push back down into the water, clinging onto other life sources. That's the simple version, anyway.
It's good to know there's still beauty here despite the odds.
[ His optimism is catching, try as Damian might stay put out he can't. His expression softens a little, looking at the trees. ]
Nature is the most tenacious thing there is.
[ He's seen miracles of nature - killed them, too. But it's hard to kill a concept. If all of this crumbles to dust, then one day, one day, nature will just reclaim it all. ]
Humanity has stamped it down, but it gets back up. Maybe no in the same form, but... it survives.
When I die, I hope my ashes are put into a nice, potted flower.
[big dreams... but as somber as the conversation may have turned, despite the lack of looking at their own situation, it's somewhat refreshing.]
[prompto starts walking alongside the bank, where the water streams by slowly, the bright pink reflecting brightly.]
Wish I could say I knew more about nature. Never really been a priority. [he picks up his camera again, taking some shots from people, the place--] Y'think we'll get new displaced tomorrow? The day after?
The thing about Damian is he's nowhere near as good at hiding his emotions as he thinks he is. His expression flicks - sadness, concern, guilt - before he manages to reign it back in. ]
[and prompto's awkwardly standing there, aware that he's kind of... made things awkward. he rubs at the back of his neck before turning off his camera so it saves up on battery.]
He doesn't want people to think he's not doing so hot.
[maybe he shouldn't have said...]
He'd rather care than be cared for, since he says that's what he was made for. [uhhh] It's sad, but we've both concluded it's best to just keep on.
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oh that is a lot of emotions and he... doesn't really know how to handle that. it's a joke, but also it doesn't sound like a joke? damian sits up a little and dismisses the work he'd been doing. ]
I never leave home without a pair. Protects the knuckles.
[ A.
A lengthy pause. ]
Are you alright?
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by that i mean fingerless gloves
this is a survery btw
[he's actually replying after the long pause, because prompto is a creature of neverending movement and things going on, especially at a time like this.]
wow! that's a real question right??
[and, feeling anxious as he is right now, his thoughts and words are streaming out with too much energy and perhaps little to no consideration on whether it sounds a little too rude or a little too intense.]
!
it's just that we're reaching the mark when new people will show up right!
and i'm thinking "wow what if a person gets here TWICE" and i keep like thinking about it and feeling stupid to even think about it but part of me is really really really just hoping to see a familiar face even if that's such a shitty thought to have?
feeling is hard
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[ Oh. Oh that's a lot of feelings.
Damian rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably, tips his head back to look at the ceiling and sighs softly. He could just endure the tirade with one or two word responses, because that's all he knows how to do in the face of feelings.
But that doesn't feel... like a very good thing to do.
That feels like something his father would do. ]
Where are you?
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i'm close to the bloem district i think
you wanna...hang? i'm taking pictures!
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he glances a little mournfully at the files he's been picking at, but then he's pushing himself to his feet and grabbing a shirt. ]
Send me a location to meet you at.
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[he sends a location]
DUDE okay i'll wait by the cool neon pink trees
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Argentum.
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[he corrects, pushing forward with a smile. despite this, it's pretty clear that there's some underlying effort into it -- like he's trying to embody the fact it til you make it idea.]
Sup, dude. Looking cool.
[and he raises his camera at eye level to take a picture.]
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I had the time [ no, he didn't ] and thought someone should check to make sure you're keeping hydrated running around here.
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[he keeps getting caffeinated with soda pop, which doesn't help his jittery feelings of anxiety all over.]
But I don't mind having someone else looking out for me. [grinning at damian, he points at the trees] Did y'know they're organic? They've put some stuff in the water that feeds to 'em so that the leaves and flowers are all neon-y and bioluminescent at night. Bacteria of sorts.
You meet all sorts of people 'round these parts.
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I didn't. [ He inclines his head to look at them. Makes sense, they have to do something to make the air quality livable here, and finding alternative power solutions is vital. ] Is that sort of thing common in your world?
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[but he shrugs nonetheless]
It's cool to learn how things work here, though.
What about you? Is any of this stuff similar or familiar?
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[ Which, you know, being the grandson of a known eco-terrorist obsessed with preserving life and snuffing out humanity makes him feel a certain kind of way. ]
Its familiar, but still removed. I've seen bioluminescent plants before but not like this.
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[his smile disappears a moment as he looks up at the neon-pink trees, admiring them for a moment. the way nature strives, continues on despite adversity, even if it needed human help to get to that point.]
[his smile returns]
Someone told me the bacteria's called lucifers. It grows into the trees and and as they reproduce push back down into the water, clinging onto other life sources. That's the simple version, anyway.
It's good to know there's still beauty here despite the odds.
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Nature is the most tenacious thing there is.
[ He's seen miracles of nature - killed them, too. But it's hard to kill a concept. If all of this crumbles to dust, then one day, one day, nature will just reclaim it all. ]
Humanity has stamped it down, but it gets back up. Maybe no in the same form, but... it survives.
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[big dreams... but as somber as the conversation may have turned, despite the lack of looking at their own situation, it's somewhat refreshing.]
[prompto starts walking alongside the bank, where the water streams by slowly, the bright pink reflecting brightly.]
Wish I could say I knew more about nature. Never really been a priority. [he picks up his camera again, taking some shots from people, the place--] Y'think we'll get new displaced tomorrow? The day after?
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But it never makes it easier to think about people he knows - people he likes - gone. ]
Soon. Within the week. I've been discussing with Manfred how we should handle it.
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Man, I just wanna say, Markus is the best. [that out of the way] Do you mean by way of the, y'know, place to be?
[safehouse]
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[ He crosses his arms as they walk. ]
Manfred's a good man.
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[a thought left hanging, stopping to take another picture: of a boy with his robot dog, playing catch on the side.]
I'm no good at being organized, but. I'll help with what I can.
[more shots]
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[ Damian frowns. Well, frowns more. ]
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Connor left, y'know. They were pretty good friends.
[he's barely aware of whatever beef damian may have had with... connor, or otherwise.] Others he was familiar with, too.
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The thing about Damian is he's nowhere near as good at hiding his emotions as he thinks he is. His expression flicks - sadness, concern, guilt - before he manages to reign it back in. ]
I didn't realize.
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He doesn't want people to think he's not doing so hot.
[maybe he shouldn't have said...]
He'd rather care than be cared for, since he says that's what he was made for. [uhhh] It's sad, but we've both concluded it's best to just keep on.
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But it's proof he has the emotional awareness of a baked potato. ]
We'll probably lose more people before we've managed to escape, so... that's wise.
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