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I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it.
Who: R & you
Where: The beach
When: 21/10
Rating: G for now
Summary: Still trying to keep out of the way of the general population as much as he can help it, R takes himself down to the beach.
The Story:
[The wind ruffles at his hair and tugs his clothes, and R closes his eyes to take a deep, unnecessary breath. He can almost feel the way the salty air should sting the inside of his nose, and he can almost feel the chill from the wind, and that almost is so tantalisingly close that he loses a good hour reaching for it.
He sits cross-legged in the sand, oblivious to the way that the position strains the tendons and joints of his knees. His fingers dig gently into the sand, and he watches the way it slides over his hands with an expression that could only be called curious.
His head tilts slightly as he hears steps behind him, and he glances back over his shoulder. The time he's spent here has done absolutely nothing towards making him look any less Dead, but he's finding that he cares less and less about people's reactions to it. If someone's going to shoot him, then... they're going to shoot him, and there's really nothing he can do about that.]
Um... hey.
Where: The beach
When: 21/10
Rating: G for now
Summary: Still trying to keep out of the way of the general population as much as he can help it, R takes himself down to the beach.
The Story:
[The wind ruffles at his hair and tugs his clothes, and R closes his eyes to take a deep, unnecessary breath. He can almost feel the way the salty air should sting the inside of his nose, and he can almost feel the chill from the wind, and that almost is so tantalisingly close that he loses a good hour reaching for it.
He sits cross-legged in the sand, oblivious to the way that the position strains the tendons and joints of his knees. His fingers dig gently into the sand, and he watches the way it slides over his hands with an expression that could only be called curious.
His head tilts slightly as he hears steps behind him, and he glances back over his shoulder. The time he's spent here has done absolutely nothing towards making him look any less Dead, but he's finding that he cares less and less about people's reactions to it. If someone's going to shoot him, then... they're going to shoot him, and there's really nothing he can do about that.]
Um... hey.
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[Maybe she thinks he's going to mind her being that close, but he finds instead that she has no 'Living' scent and can't help the curious look he gives her.
Oh, he's not so dense as to not realise she isn't human - humans aren't green - but even most non-humans seem to have some kind of smell. What he gets from her is... nothing. Not even the non-Living sensation he gets from Liv and a few others he has by now worked out are vampires.]
Wh... what's your name?
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I'm Peridot. [and then because she's blunt:] Are you defective?
[She's aware there are species of humanoid that have different features, but to her he just looks like a regular human... that clearly didn't... do whatever humans do when they're made right.
It's worth asking for science.]
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I g... guess so.
[Being dead but still walking around isn't really something that humans are supposed to do, after all. By all rights he should be lying somewhere and rotting, but instead he's... not doing any of that.
He really wants to ask her why she's green.]
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That's unfortunate, but don't worry. It doesn't devalue you in the slightest- I know that now.
[It's so flat and matter-of-fact that it's almost comical. Here she is, one minute asking if someone is broken and then telling them, with no possible room for disagreement, that it's okay.]
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... Thanks. [R says quietly.
He doesn't recall a time where anyone actually told him he had some kind of value. Had he meant something to Julie? He isn't sure now.]
Wh... what are you?
[Dammit, R.]
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[She taps her gem.] See? Pretty cool, right?
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He looks at the gem. Peridot. Is that peridot? He doesn't remember, but he knows that peridot is a precious stone and... alright, that must be peridot.]
Yeah. [Pretty cool.] Where are you from?
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[But she doesn't wait for him to clarify.] Originally, I'm from the gem Homeworld, but I rebelled against my Diamond, and now I live on Earth.
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... Your Diamond?
[Like... a ruler of some kind? R doesn't really have the best of things to compare to when it comes to societal leaders.]
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[It's taken her a very long time to get to this point, and she's proud that she can say this honestly now.]
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Wh-what you had to say?
[Give him a little more, here, Peridot...]
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Zombies don't spend that much time contemplating the existence of aliens.]
Th-they wanted t... to destroy us?
[He got that, but why?]
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[a beat] Well, as evidenced by Yellow Diamond's complete lack of decorum, Earth was personal, since there was a whole gem war over it.
[She's incapable of realizing she's talking on a scope that most people don't understand or don't want to understand.]
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So he nods, as if to nudge her to go on.]
A-..and then?
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That's... impressive.
[And he even sounds sincere. It all comes across as very impressive, really.]