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intro weekend, saturday

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[hi again...

luckily, this time mathis is freaking out a bit less! that probably has something to do with the fact he has his normal clothes back; a knife is strapped to one thigh, and he's just finishing up as he ties a choker in place around his neck, giving it a little tug to be sure it's secured.

...much better.]

O-oh, um...

[oh no he's not alone here-

mathis manages a shy little wave.]

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Hey.

[ she's wearing a white t-shirt and white shorts and combat boots now. very plain. ]

Got your bearings a little?

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I think so...

[he nods, a little hesitantly.]

B-but it's still... strange for us to all be here.

[killies]

Yeah, no one will disagree, there.

But we've got a wide spread of skills and knowledge, so. That should be comforting.

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R-right... were you reading those papers, too...?

[he definitely had, he's a curious little nerd.]

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Yeah. I haven't memorized them yet, though.

[ why would anyone expect you to memorize them. ]

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There are a lot... I-I think I only memorized half so far.

[why would anyone expect that!! but it's just habit.]

[killies]

That's better than I've managed...

Anyone's paper stand out to you?

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Do you think... Monsieur Astarion and Monsieur Iwatooshi are really that old?! O-or Monsieur Ichiban and Madame Laudna-!

[that's what stood out the most, to him.]

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... Laudna and Ichiban aren't even that old.

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B-but those papers said they were... over forty...

[killies]

What are you, a middle schooler?

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I-I'm not-! I'm seventeen...! Seventeen years old!

[HE KNOWS HE LOOKS YOUNG BUT.]

[killies]

Forty's not old. Sure, they're adults, but it's not like they're seventy.

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Have you really seen someone who was seventy...?

[gasp...]

I-is it true that people really develop wrinkles when they grow old? Was their hair all white-?

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I've seen people in their nineties.

They have white hair, and bad backs, and croaky voices, and wrinkles all over.

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They do-?!

[gaaaaasp]

H-how old is... the oldest person you've met...?

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Before coming here? Ninety three.

... What about you? [ she is suddenly realizing the alarming implications of someone not knowing anyone over forty ]

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No one... ages past twenty-three at home.

[so, uh, that old.]

[killies]

Why not?

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We... don't know how it happens, exactly, but-- the curse kills everyone by the time they're twenty-three years old. They say it's "a land loved by Death".

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A curse...? You don't even know where the curse came from?

[ say that nicer. and like she knows anything about curses. unfortunately she's real bad at expressing sympathy. ]

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W-well... no...

[he shrinks in on himself a little as if this is somehow his own fault.]

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[ she's quiet for like

way too long trying to figure out what to say. ]

... I'm sorry. That's horrible.

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It's all right, we... um, I've never really known anything else, anyway...

[so it's not like it feels so terrible, to live with the knowledge of a short lifespan.]