[JUST THERE, BEING A MENACE. The question that follows has him looking a little concerned, though...]
Marks? Uh-- [GLANCING DOWN AT HIMSELF as if that would enable him to see through his own clothes to check.] I don't think so, but I wasn't really looking for anything like that. D'you mean bruises or something?
[ When he seems oblivious to it, she lessens the look of worry. There would have been pain, honestly. ]
I'm not going to show you because knowing my luck, someone will walk in but. People waking up — items, changes... memories? Whatever you want to say they are — it's happening in mass.
[ And why the fuck aren't they doing anything about it!!! ]
If you got a sword over some grotesque scar... consider yourself lucky.
—Sorry. That you got stuck with something like that, I mean.
[Since he's just assuming she's the recipient of said grotesque scar here, if she's talking about not being able to show something without risking being seen and all.]
That's the first time I've heard of someone getting something like that. Usually it's just random stuff or like, freaky eye or hair colors for some reason?
[He himself is part of the anime red eyes club but has been for a while, and only bothered hiding them for a week or so.]
It's fine. It's a hand I didn't think I'd be dealt. [ Like, ever. ] Still have to deal with it.
[ There's a shrug of her shoulders. It can't be help. The shock was what got her first, like a plunge into a ice cold bath. Once she could feel everything, know she wasn't broken — it was as if it never happened. She ignores it, forcefully so. ]
And this is the first time I heard about — well, what you have here. How is this possible? It's an extension of your nervous system... in an object.
[ Sorry, she's digging for a pack of her cigarettes at this point. There's a nervous twitch in her eye as she's mumbling to herself. ]
A lot of people have been saying stuff like that...
["Just gotta deal" and all, basically. And while he's normally a supporter of that method of Handling Things, he can't help but wonder if it's actually going to do any of them good in the long run. His concern that this is just the start and things are going to get worse, weirder or more terrifying from here is growing pretty much daily by now...
He also 100% doesn't judge Elizabeth because that's pretty much been his reaction to all of this, just with college-cheap booze instead of cigarettes. Lord save them all.]
I don't get how it works either. The eye thing could be chalked up to kinda normal stuff if you squinted hard enough, but the flower thing and now this are... Mm, I haven't figured anything out yet. Any possible explanations, I mean.
I'll be speaking to some people — not sure if it'll lead anywhere but something on a massive scale must have some kind of... I don't know — [ She says in a huffy tone. ] — government response? There has to be people filing or making reports...
[ But, she points back to his sword. ]
No matter what, keep that thing in a guitar case. Carry it around. Say you're learning to play and can't bare to perform if prompted. W-Whatever is going on between you and that, keep it secret until you have answers on how.
I will, I will. There's no way I wanna go around making myself look crazy, anyway. I mean, this is weird even for all the weird stuff happening around here lately, yeah?
[SO INTO THE CASE HIS SWORD WILL GO and there it will live until he can figure out a better way of dealing with it... Which will be Never, but hope springs eternal.]
...But now that you've said it, why hasn't the government stepped in? You don't think that it'd be the same with them as it is with the people who don't have the app here, right?
Yeah. It is. Which is why I'm trying to find answers. This is evolving into symptoms that no one has ever made a discovery for — no books and no history for ... well, what you have.
[ She doesn't mean to make it sound as cold and isolated as it was. It was a slip of her tongue. ]
I'm not sure. Reached out to someone who has ties to the government to get an answer — it's all a waiting game at this point. There isn't some mass panic going on right now... nothing deadly, anyway.
[There's a strange near-melancholy that settles over him after that, because The Waiting Game isn't exactly a kind one and he's had a creeping fear for quite a while that things are only going to get harder. At the very least, he doesn't seem to take offense to the way she's talking about his own weird shit. It's still easier to deal with than an actual physical scar; he can only imagine how invasive that would feel.
But he'll sigh at his stupid sword anyway and ask himself literally why me at least five times a day for the next few days.]
Is there anything I can do? Like, anyone I can talk to or... I know some people are looking into compiling everyone's experiences to look for patterns, but I still feel like I should be doing a little more when they're messing with important stuff and giving people such a hard time. Just waiting around feels a little...
[ She doesn't want to bombard anyone. Especially people she knows that are struggling as well. Elizabeth will, however, pull out a piece of paper and write down "grell sutcliffe" and hands it over. ]
Talk to Grell. She's a medical professional and has been trying to help people with any ... weird, flare ups. I don't think she — or any scientist, honestly — can help you but. [ A pause. ] If anything starts hurting, she can provide relief.
[ But, this wasn't what he wanted, was it? He didn't want a way to 'fix' himself. She frowns a bit. ]
I haven't found much to do myself on the matter, so — it feels shitty. Very shitty. At the very least, see if Grell needs help. She's getting run thin by all of the people scared and needing anonymity.
[When she hands the paper over and mentions that name, Kashuu makes a little sound of surprise.]
Oh—! I know Grell. She's a good friend. [They bonded over fashion and red being The Best Color Hands Down one day when he stopped her randomly on the sidewalk and asked to draw her hair... #aesthetic.]
It's nice that we have options like that though, yeah. Even if this whole situation sucks, it's... I mean, it also sucks that we're all stuck here together? But it's probably better than if it was just a few of us having to deal with all of this alone.
[The fact that their number seems to be growing isn't really comforting either, though...]
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[JUST THERE, BEING A MENACE. The question that follows has him looking a little concerned, though...]
Marks? Uh-- [GLANCING DOWN AT HIMSELF as if that would enable him to see through his own clothes to check.] I don't think so, but I wasn't really looking for anything like that. D'you mean bruises or something?
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I'm not going to show you because knowing my luck, someone will walk in but. People waking up — items, changes... memories? Whatever you want to say they are — it's happening in mass.
[ And why the fuck aren't they doing anything about it!!! ]
If you got a sword over some grotesque scar... consider yourself lucky.
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[Since he's just assuming she's the recipient of said grotesque scar here, if she's talking about not being able to show something without risking being seen and all.]
That's the first time I've heard of someone getting something like that. Usually it's just random stuff or like, freaky eye or hair colors for some reason?
[He himself is part of the anime red eyes club but has been for a while, and only bothered hiding them for a week or so.]
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[ There's a shrug of her shoulders. It can't be help. The shock was what got her first, like a plunge into a ice cold bath. Once she could feel everything, know she wasn't broken — it was as if it never happened. She ignores it, forcefully so. ]
And this is the first time I heard about — well, what you have here. How is this possible? It's an extension of your nervous system... in an object.
[ Sorry, she's digging for a pack of her cigarettes at this point. There's a nervous twitch in her eye as she's mumbling to herself. ]
No fucking sense.
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["Just gotta deal" and all, basically. And while he's normally a supporter of that method of Handling Things, he can't help but wonder if it's actually going to do any of them good in the long run. His concern that this is just the start and things are going to get worse, weirder or more terrifying from here is growing pretty much daily by now...
He also 100% doesn't judge Elizabeth because that's pretty much been his reaction to all of this, just with college-cheap booze instead of cigarettes. Lord save them all.]
I don't get how it works either. The eye thing could be chalked up to kinda normal stuff if you squinted hard enough, but the flower thing and now this are... Mm, I haven't figured anything out yet. Any possible explanations, I mean.
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[ But, she points back to his sword. ]
No matter what, keep that thing in a guitar case. Carry it around. Say you're learning to play and can't bare to perform if prompted. W-Whatever is going on between you and that, keep it secret until you have answers on how.
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[SO INTO THE CASE HIS SWORD WILL GO and there it will live until he can figure out a better way of dealing with it... Which will be Never, but hope springs eternal.]
...But now that you've said it, why hasn't the government stepped in? You don't think that it'd be the same with them as it is with the people who don't have the app here, right?
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[ She doesn't mean to make it sound as cold and isolated as it was. It was a slip of her tongue. ]
I'm not sure. Reached out to someone who has ties to the government to get an answer — it's all a waiting game at this point. There isn't some mass panic going on right now... nothing deadly, anyway.
We'll be waiting, I think.
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But he'll sigh at his stupid sword anyway and ask himself literally why me at least five times a day for the next few days.]
Is there anything I can do? Like, anyone I can talk to or... I know some people are looking into compiling everyone's experiences to look for patterns, but I still feel like I should be doing a little more when they're messing with important stuff and giving people such a hard time. Just waiting around feels a little...
[Bad?? Bad. Feels bad, man.]
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[ She doesn't want to bombard anyone. Especially people she knows that are struggling as well. Elizabeth will, however, pull out a piece of paper and write down "grell sutcliffe" and hands it over. ]
Talk to Grell. She's a medical professional and has been trying to help people with any ... weird, flare ups. I don't think she — or any scientist, honestly — can help you but. [ A pause. ] If anything starts hurting, she can provide relief.
[ But, this wasn't what he wanted, was it? He didn't want a way to 'fix' himself. She frowns a bit. ]
I haven't found much to do myself on the matter, so — it feels shitty. Very shitty. At the very least, see if Grell needs help. She's getting run thin by all of the people scared and needing anonymity.
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Oh—! I know Grell. She's a good friend. [They bonded over fashion and red being The Best Color Hands Down one day when he stopped her randomly on the sidewalk and asked to draw her hair... #aesthetic.]
It's nice that we have options like that though, yeah. Even if this whole situation sucks, it's... I mean, it also sucks that we're all stuck here together? But it's probably better than if it was just a few of us having to deal with all of this alone.
[The fact that their number seems to be growing isn't really comforting either, though...]