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thelegion2017-04-12 09:41 am
hallaifyouherd) wrote in thelegion2017-04-12 09:41 am
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I greet you, my fellow Legionnaires.
[ The image accompanying said greeting is that of a young woman with pointed ears and tattoos across the upper part of her face, peering inquisitively into the camera. She thinks she's got this broadcast option thing down. ]
In case we haven't met? My name is Marjara.
[ Her lips quirk upwards, before her expression grows a little more somber. ]
I've been thinking something through. And I think I know what I want to do. But a little experience from other people who might have gone through similar circumstances would help. I think.
[ She's not going to ask them to choose for her. Gods knew she'd never let someone make her mind up for her before now, and she wasn't about to start...but learning about the shift? The consequences? The little things that came along with it that you might not initially think about? Might be worth the time to ask. ]
Have any of you lost a part of you, a limb or...something else of similar importance, and chose to have it replaced? Would you be willing to speak of what it was like for you?
If not, I still thank you for your time.
[ The image accompanying said greeting is that of a young woman with pointed ears and tattoos across the upper part of her face, peering inquisitively into the camera. She thinks she's got this broadcast option thing down. ]
In case we haven't met? My name is Marjara.
[ Her lips quirk upwards, before her expression grows a little more somber. ]
I've been thinking something through. And I think I know what I want to do. But a little experience from other people who might have gone through similar circumstances would help. I think.
[ She's not going to ask them to choose for her. Gods knew she'd never let someone make her mind up for her before now, and she wasn't about to start...but learning about the shift? The consequences? The little things that came along with it that you might not initially think about? Might be worth the time to ask. ]
Have any of you lost a part of you, a limb or...something else of similar importance, and chose to have it replaced? Would you be willing to speak of what it was like for you?
If not, I still thank you for your time.
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[ She regards him critically for a moment. There's just something odd about him, she can't quite place her finger on it. ]
What is your name?
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[There's a long pause before it— as if he can't quite figure out whether or not he actually wants to fork it over. As if somehow his name has a tangible weight to it.]
Or Texas, if what they run with around here means anything to you.
Don't matter much to me.
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[ She doesn't know what 'Texas' could mean, but who knows? Maybe that's the name of a powerful force, wherever he comes from. ]
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[It's a grunt that translates roughly (if the look on his face is anything to go by) into 'yes'.] Seems like a waste of time, thinkin' up childish names for everyone to use.
Then again, I didn't like comics all that much when I was a kid, either.
[That was always more Tommy's deal.]
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[ Because elves don't have comic books, and he just seems like he's being contrary now for the sake of it. ]
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[Military call signs are one thing, but this? Justice Leagues and space invaders and all the fantasy rigmarole that Ellie lived for is tough meat to chew through when your idealism central is busted as all getout.
But fine, he's game enough:] Come on, then.
Tell me yours.
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[ Her brow knits, her gaze skeptical. ]
It's Ember.
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[Coming from him, that's about as much approval as anyone could ask for.
—not that she did, or that what an old dog thinks matters all that much to begin with.]
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What does yours mean?
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[A joke. Her favorite little focal point.
A knife between his ribs, now that she's gone.] Friend of mine used to think it was real cute when she called me that.
[Maybe that makes him a masochist. But he's still here, after all these years. Dead man walking, thinking, talking— always losing more by the second like blood from a wound.
He was a masochist the second he was fucking born.]
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[ And maybe there's more than one reason for choosing a different name when you come here. ]
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[Was a lot more than a friend. Hearing it echoed back like that, it comes like a revelation he'd always known. She never wanted to acknowledge it. Feels like a waste to start doing it now because she's not around to stop him.
He stops. Exhales.]
Yeah.
[Seems like a good enough place to end this call, if you ask him.] Listen, I got places to be.
I'll see you around, Ember.
[And without waiting a second longer, he cuts the feed.]
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[In other words, he doesn't care all that much.]