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[If anyone's out and about in Discedo, they might be treated to the somewhat eerie sight of Gin skulking about in his ever-present long black, crow-like trench coat and matching fedora. His hair isn't let loose today, gathered and hidden underneath his coat. He looks mildly less threatening today, in as much as a shady man constantly followed by ominously cawing birds can look nonthreatening, as he carried a lumpy bundle of cloth (on closer inspection, it might be made up of a pair of shirts) that clattered and tinkled with a metallic sound as he walked. Judging by the place he emerged from, it can be assumed that the sound was caused by him lumping together so many tins of canned food into his makeshift bag.
He looks almost as unfriendly as ever, unsmiling and perpetually glaring, only every now and then, his glare falters and he reaches up to angrily knuckle his eyes.
Instead of heading back to Dissimulo as quickly as he normally did after acquiring what he needed, he milled about, walking aimlessly through the street.
Care to approach?]
He looks almost as unfriendly as ever, unsmiling and perpetually glaring, only every now and then, his glare falters and he reaches up to angrily knuckle his eyes.
Instead of heading back to Dissimulo as quickly as he normally did after acquiring what he needed, he milled about, walking aimlessly through the street.
Care to approach?]
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Unless they've never known freedom, I think there'd have to be some level of self-deception involved. Bet they'd have to give themselves a pat on the back each day for staying inside and reminding themselves how much better they have it inside their safe little cages—
[Rather suddenly, one of his legs give out and he falls off-balance, pitching sideways then forwards, the hand on the wall doing little to stabilize him as he has nothing to grab. He just barely catches himself before he falls face-first into the ground and attempts to regain some semblance of composure. Perhaps stopping to chat wasn't the best course of action...]
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.. Are you okay?
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[He's really quite prideful and that's immediately obvious from the pathetic resistance he's been displaying: immediately after regaining his footing, he resumed behaving in the same stoic manner he had before.
The question irritates him and it shows in the unpleasant curl of his lips. After a moment, he decides there's no point in not answering nor in carrying on as if nothing was wrong, as she could already see there was something not quite right with him.]
No. I think the scientists are messing with me. It's either that or I'm coming down with something.
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Ange's not enough of a good person to immediately feel bad or worried about a near-stranger, but there might be the faintest hint of it, just that. ]
What exactly feels strange?
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Refusing help would be foolish at this point, however.]
I suspected botulism, possibly from tainted canned food, but I'll take your word for it: I didn't expect the scientists to be so picky about their test subjects, however.
[Despite suspecting that, there's a makeshift bag full of canned food right beside him. It's not like he has a lot of options, really.]
It's getting hard to see and my legs feel weak. [He initially assumed the weakness in his legs was from staying inside for so long, hence the long time spent walking around. That didn't seem to do him much good either.] If it's their doing, there's no point in seeking treatment, is there.
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[ A completely objective assessment of the situation, really - as if she's talking about something that doesn't involve someone being in trouble. ]
.. Can you even make it back to where you're staying like this?
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Deciding this was a futile effort, he sinks back into a sitting position and jams his hands into his pockets.]
Comforting. [The tone is sarcastic. Still, he doesn't seem too alarmed, himself.
Well, unless the effects wear off faster than expected or he suddenly becomes very good at crawling, the answer to her question would be "no."]
Why the question.
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Because I randomly felt like asking it.
[ a sigh and she exchanges the sarcasm for her usual deadpan again. ]
It's obviously because I'm not just going to let you sit here and become monster food. Unless you're a masochist who enjoys that kind of thing, then you can sit here for as long as you want, I guess.
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No, can't say I feel like being ripped apart anytime soon.
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[ The deadpan doesn't seem to let up for even a moment, but at least she saunters over to him for now. ]
The place you're staying at is not too far away from here, I'd hope?
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Tough luck, it's nowhere near here. [He blinks a few times before reaching up to rub at his eyes again with his right hand, the left still hidden in his pocket.] Damn...
Well, it doesn't matter. I'm a vagabond.
Any place with a roof's fine.
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[ She seems in thought for a moment though before coming to a conclusion. ]
.. My 'apartment' [ calling it that sounds way too luxury for this place, after all ] is right around the corner here. And I need someone to babysit my cat either way.
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He can make light of himself, but having someone who's practically a stranger take him less than seriously...
Normally, a comment like that would earn a glare at the very least, if not a gun aimed at the insolent one's head, but considering his current position, his pride will have to shuffle off to the side and give preservation of life center stage.
So, rather than get mad, he just looks amused.]
Hmph. Lucky I'm not out to win your admiration, then.
[He makes a half-amused, disbelieving sound at the word 'apartment.' It really was too much, even when spoken in such a self-aware manner.
Hadn't he been humiliated enough? Babysitting a cat...
Pitch black. Everything fizzled out of view and he was left staring at nothing. A look of fear crossed his face, briefly, before he settled for a neutral expression.
With the incredibly limited ammunition provided and the unpredictable predators that call this place home, his chances of survival alone were nil. How could he refuse?]
I'm game.
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She bends over. ]
Here, I'll help you up, but you need to cooperate as well or it will just be useless. My strength has its limits too, of course.
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Yeah, yeah...
[He doesn't need a lecture. He'll make another attempt at getting up, trying to give himself some extra support with just one hand, pressing his shoulders back into the wall to keep himself from falling forwards.]
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There, you can make it just around the corner like this, right? If you pass out, I'm just going to leave you behind.
[ Probably not. But she likes to pretend she could. ]
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Hmph, you won't have to worry.
[He's perfectly conscious, only his eyes and legs are affected, really.]
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.. Well, this is it. [ Still fairly standard, though. Her black cat is lazing on the bed, but peers up to see the people coming in. ]
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Until then, he's going to stay close just because she happens to be a nice, solid anchor in the unfamiliar void he's stuck navigating until the pollen's effects wear off.]
So, do I have to feed the cat too or just make sure it doesn't use your communicator as its personal webcam?
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Mainly the latter. She's a general troublemaker, so just make sure she stays inside instead of becoming monster food. And that she stays away from my communicator, but you already noticed that one. [ she sighs at the cat. ]
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Sounds easy enough.
[Anything's got to be easier than taking care of Lt. Enil at age less-than-four. Cats don't climb on your back to tug on your hair and fiendishly demand that you "giddy up, horsie!" so by virtue of that alone, Gin decides they're far easier to deal with.]
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[ Whether she's serious or just exaggerating it is very difficult to tell with her deadpan tone. ]
But I guess a guy like you should be able to handle it.
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[In a place like this, he'll opt to take the warning seriously just in case.]
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Feeling okay enough to get over to the couch or whatever yet or not? You can just stand there all day too if you feel like it, not like I care either way.
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[Translation: I'm waiting for you to go pay attention to something else, so I can attempt making my way over to the couch without fear of embarrassing myself further in the process. I do believe my pride has taken enough of a beating.]
Maybe I'll be more inclined to believe you don't care if you didn't feel the need to say it so often. It makes you sound aggravatingly insecure. [
Translation: I am an ungrateful jerk, incapable of civil conversation, no one will blame you if you kick me out. Also, you are unconvincing.][Action]
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