So, you're dead. Shame, that.
But on the other hand, it's actually kind of nice.
When you "wake" in some odd version of it, you'll find yourself lying on a rather plush bed. It's cozy and warm and just soft enough to tempt anyone back into sleep. The room is equally nice, if small, and when you turn and open the curtains to look out the window, you will see... wait, is that the town?
It is, actually. The town is laid out quite simply across the window and no matter how many times you may bang or wave through the window, no one seems to notice you. If you're smart enough to give up the venture and leave the small bedroom, you will notice that, of course, you are on the train.
The train that, is actually pretty fancy.
Moving through it, past the sleeping cabins and through to the main carts, you will find a dining car with fine dishware and meals of all kinds made at a push of a button or a request given to the air. They'll appear, freshly made and ready to eat at the table of your choice with any drink you could want. There truly doesn't seem to be any limits when it comes to the luxury of the meal.
There is also a bathhouse car with private bathrooms and saunas to fit up to four. Even one rather large room containing a small pool/hot tub of sorts is available for just about anyone to take a dip. It's kind of outlandish, honestly.
Then the lounge car, with its library and plush armchairs and couches. A pool table, a darts board, even a small area dedicated to painting. There's a bar too, fully stocked and ready for anyone who needs a drink. All it would require is a request from the bartender who... looks surprisingly familiar?
The Sheriff is there, much cleaner cut than his counterpart outside of the train. He looks up mildly at any arrivals, giving them a nod of greeting before going back to organizing bottles or setting cigars out for a smoke. He doesn't seem to be surprised at all by anyone who appears. Just... ready to serve them, whatever they may wish.
It all sort of seems okay for a moment, until you realize you're just here to wait for the game to end. Awkward. |
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sheriffexe) wrote2017-01-13 11:14 am
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[ Just. For the record. ]
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[ But... After the events with Yuna... ]
I... Wanted to die at first, but... Now I'm afraid.
[ He's well aware they're not really dead yet. He's mostly referring to going back to the Rehab center. He's fated to die... He doesn't want to anymore. ]
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[ Well. She thinks, for the most part, that's only natural. But she'll let him clarify that first. ]
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[ Of course, he does look pretty scared about it. ]
I don't want to go back..? At first, I didn't care but now I'm afraid. I don't get it... I don't want to die -- I really don't...
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But if that's the case, don't go back there. I'm used to dragging kids to better lives, so if you want me to do that for you, I will.
Because honestly, right now, I don't want you to die either.
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I really don't wanna go back to the rehab center... Even if they think I'm rehabilitated enough I don't think I can. . . Really go on without anyone...
[ In other words, the will to live he kind of has right now would probably shatter. ]
. . . Where you're from... What's it like?
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Well, I live in Erebonia at the moment, which just got through a civil war. It's spring there now, so things are finally getting peaceful again and people can travel where they want to without blockades, for the most part.
There are a few people I know who'd love to take you in, if you're not the traveling kind-- but I'd be returning to being a bracer, which is someone who goes around the country as a neutral party and helps keep the peace and protect civilians.
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I don't care about traveling, I just don't want to go back there.
[ Like, desperately doesn't want to go back. Please. He'll take anything at this moment. ]
. . . All I want is a family, for once... I guess. I'm still unsure about other adults, though...
[ He hasn't trusted any adults in awhile -- Barnham and Sara are the few exceptions. Amazing, honestly. ]
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[ Sara's not really used to having a family herself. She doesn't remember her parents, and the jaegers had never felt like family. But the older man she'd looked up to before... hm.
Class VII, though, is the closest thing to a family she's ever had. And again, he reminds her of Fie, who had been abandoned by her old family and wandered aimlessly until Sara had found her. But for Russell... ]
Okay, well. What adults are you fine with?
[ Maybe start there. ]
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[ He's just trails off there. Talking about parents is a touchy subject.. So he will just not go into that righe now. ]
Uhm... Like here..? I like ... Mr. Barnham... He's really nice. You're fine too......
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[ ... It's kind of hard to imagine. Not that he doesn't act paternal enough to the kids, but--
Hmmmmm. ]
Well! I can't say I'm the biggest pro at families, since my parents weren't around, but... I mean, a bracer's job is to help civilians. And if that's what you really want, well, I've had tougher jobs.
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[ And that's an automatic a-ok is Russell's book! Honestly, going without a few days without being called trash or a deranged maniac is refreshing. ]
I... Don't know what a mother is supposed to act like either but... Mine didn't care about me and wished I wasn't born, and didn't celebrate my birthday either . . . You won't do that, right?
[ Kind of rhetorical because he trusts Sara more than his actual mom but yeah!! ]
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[ Not all kids come from a happy and loving environment. Sara knows that, probably better than most. But even though she'd been more or less raised on the battlefield, no one had ever told her that they'd wished she'd never been born. Really, if that was what his mom had told him...
Sara breathes out a heavy sigh and tugs Russell a little closer. ]
You're going to have to tell me when your birthday is, but I can promise you, we'll do something fun for it. And maybe this is-- no, it'll definitely be weird, coming from me [ because she was the one who had killed him in the first place ] but if you hadn't been born, we wouldn't have met. You and Barnham, either.
So I'm glad you were-- because honestly, you're kind of a messed-up kid, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a better life than what you've had to deal with.
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Still, he's never heard anyone actually say that to him... He tenses just a bit, remembering a few things from his dream -- the people singing unhappy birthday, Gardenia's head turning and screaming. He shakes his head. ]
M..Maybe if this is over. . . .
[ Give him some time to think about that. Some of his dream trauma is still... Fresh.
But being told something opposite than mom, feels really nice. Well, asides from the "messed-up kid" part, but that's still pretty true so he's not offended. He can't help but sniffle a bit, and wipe his nose -- he told Yuna he'd do his best to not cry, so he'll turn towards Sara, and wrap his arms around her to give her a hug and hide his face against her clothes.
Sara might here a muffled... 'Thank you'? Or something like that? Maybe some more sniffles. ]
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[ And Sara, at least, has had some time to get used to kids, even if the kids themselves were pretty darn independent. She may not get used to hugs for a while, but after a few seconds, she tucks him in closer against her and rests her cheek against his hair. ]
You're going to be okay, Russell. I promise, I won't let you die.
[ The kids here... she hadn't been with them as long as she had with Class VII, but she'd come to care for a lot of them. Percy, Natalie, Yuna, Jason, Papika... Russell. She wants to protect them all now. ]