[There's another human approaching her. Probably a Real. Reals tend to be a bit more relaxed, less cautious about approaching people. Less smart, maybe, but she knows that might be stretching it a bit.]
[Hm. He knows her name.]
[She tilts her head slightly and takes a tentative step forward. He's holding something. A card? She looks between his face and the card in his hand. It doesn't seem like he's a threat, at least not right now. She tilts her head the other way and leans forward to get a better look at what he's holding.]
[It's...got her picture on it. She's never...actually seen a picture of herself. She's seen her Real, which is close enough. But she's never seen her own face before. How does a picture of her even exist?]
[Who wrote this? How do they know things like--what she likes, what she doesn't like? She's mute, yes, that's obvious. The information isn't the problem. Why does a card like this exist? Do other cards exist? Does everyone have one of these now? Are all these Reals gonna be coming out of the woodwork to talk to her now? And why does this card exist? Who made it? It's covered in hearts...is it the Queen? Is this her doing?]
[Is it a warning? A sign of a punishment to come?]
[She's started breathing fast. Her grip has tightened on her baseball bat. She hefts it a little, adjusting it on her shoulder. She looks up at the human's face and he's gone all shapes. Like an abstract painting, just swaths of color. Useless, pointless, unreal.]
[She makes a sharp sort of wheezing sound and holds out a hand, palm up, making a forceful gesture. She wants the card. She's going to get that card, even if she has to take it.]
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[Hm. He knows her name.]
[She tilts her head slightly and takes a tentative step forward. He's holding something. A card? She looks between his face and the card in his hand. It doesn't seem like he's a threat, at least not right now. She tilts her head the other way and leans forward to get a better look at what he's holding.]
[It's...got her picture on it. She's never...actually seen a picture of herself. She's seen her Real, which is close enough. But she's never seen her own face before. How does a picture of her even exist?]
[Who wrote this? How do they know things like--what she likes, what she doesn't like? She's mute, yes, that's obvious. The information isn't the problem. Why does a card like this exist? Do other cards exist? Does everyone have one of these now? Are all these Reals gonna be coming out of the woodwork to talk to her now? And why does this card exist? Who made it? It's covered in hearts...is it the Queen? Is this her doing?]
[Is it a warning? A sign of a punishment to come?]
[She's started breathing fast. Her grip has tightened on her baseball bat. She hefts it a little, adjusting it on her shoulder. She looks up at the human's face and he's gone all shapes. Like an abstract painting, just swaths of color. Useless, pointless, unreal.]
[She makes a sharp sort of wheezing sound and holds out a hand, palm up, making a forceful gesture. She wants the card. She's going to get that card, even if she has to take it.]