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justwantsafety((ooc: through his eyes as usual. Because. And totally unfiltered as always~ ♥ ))
In the bedroom, he was sitting on the brown carpet, his back to the bed itself, reclining against it. All over the floor on his right were pieces of his project and the tools used in it: scissors, spools of thread, some scraps of various colored fabrics, and a bag of what looked like pillow stuffing.
His right hand's fingers pushed the needle through the green fabric, pulling a lighter green thread through the middle of it, leaving a line -- a vein? -- before finding another place and continuing the bit of embroidery across the small surface. The green fabric was a triangle tip in his fingers, connected to a gray plush humanoid figure in his lap, which looked to be a kiddish version of Gale's demon form.
He paused, eyeing the few veins he'd stitched in, and then held up the plush to look it over, frowning critically at it. The limbs weren't pitted, but they did have the dark bands across them. There weren't blades to stick out from the toes, merely the long knobs behind the heels. The teeth were closed over the middle of the head, their zigzag pattern marked with a thin black thread stitched back and forth.
To his left on the carpet sat others... A toy of a yellowy brownish humanoid, ribbons for her forearms and the darker markings painted on. Next to her, a half-finished gray figure. It wasn't stuffed yet, lacked details, and its side was still open, but it was probably recognizable anyway, to people that'd seen Varna before. There was an issue with the arm blades, which the doll lacked so far: how would he even do those? Dangly pieces of fabric, or even ribbon? Or maybe stiff pieces that folded into the arm, like the real ones? He could picture those all too well for his liking, the long curves of -- what were they, bone? -- with sharp tips and edges, hinged to flip out and--
a black shape, a distorted face, with rows of razor-sharp, pointed teeth, almost a starburst of fangs where the jaw should be, dropping down quickly, closing in and
--he let out a small sound, dropping the Vayu plush into his lap again, shaking. He rubbed his eyes with his right hand, trying to focus again. He was tired, and his mind was wandering. That's all it was. Obviously. Just tiredness making him imagine things he didn't want to.
And he'd managed to stick his left thumb with that needle while he wasn't paying attention.
Harley sighed and sucked the little trace of red off his finger. At least it wasn't too bad... but he really ought to quit staying up so late. Time to clean up his project; he'd climb into bed after he did.
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Date: 2009-09-26 09:48 am (UTC)[Walks in and sits at the edge of the bed, eying the half-done plushies] So these are... those Embryon guys you were talking about.
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Date: 2009-09-26 10:10 am (UTC)*steps back over and sits down near her, pointing them each out as he explains* That's what their strategist turns into... the guy with the green hair. And their sniper. She's got the pink hair, and the long skirt. That one over there?
*points over to the shelf, where the puppet of Agni is sitting* That one's their Second, the guy with the red hair, who keeps calling back when I hang up on him, because he doesn't want to take a damn hint, and keeps talking about... devouring and... and he's the one that keeps being such an asshole all the time. He's the one that threw me across the room when they cornered me in my own base, back in the Junkyard, and tried eating me again, when they found me in Somarium.
*moves the last one, smoothing it out so it's not so indistinct a little pile of floppy cloth* And this one's Serph, their Leader. I'm not sure how to finish the arms, though. He's got these.... *pauses* ....these.... they're not claws. They're more like swords or something. And there's a monster that's mostly blue and white, too, but... I didn't get such a great look at that one. I don't want to, either. Or the black one.
*frowning more to himself... there is a black one, isn't there? The one with all the teeth...?*
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Date: 2009-09-26 10:33 am (UTC)I don't think I've met any of them. Are they all here?
You sound like you really don't like that red guy, huh? I mean, I don't blame you if he's always trying to... eat you.
[Bites her bottom lip. Maybe she shouldn't have said that...]
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Date: 2009-09-26 11:05 am (UTC)Serph said we had a truce, but... I don't really trust them. When they came into my base, they tried saying they just wanted to ask what happened. I told them what happened, and then they chased me and kept eating all my men on the way. Caught me in my command room, and.... *shakes his head* I don't trust them. Some of them seem okay, but.... I don't ever want to be near their Second again. I'm pretty sure he's the main reason for the FAMAS.
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Date: 2009-09-26 11:33 am (UTC)[Shudders a little, she doesn't like thinking about that gun in the closet downstairs.] When Abel-san showed me the gun, I thought it was for the monsters... like the ones that were here recently. I didn't think he was serious when he said that it was because of the Embryon.
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Date: 2009-09-26 11:57 am (UTC)And Serph did get pissed about the stupid puppet and called the truce off... but he must've changed his mind again. I think Abel said something to him, but I'm not too sure on the details. They haven't attacked either of us since they tried eating me after I got here... or at least, I don't think they have, but that isn't a guarantee that they won't. I hope they never do.
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Date: 2009-09-27 02:35 am (UTC)Looks like we have to thank Abel-san for fixing that truce then, huh? Even if he's back in France...
[Looks down at the floor.] I miss him, Harley.
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Date: 2009-09-27 03:48 am (UTC)*quiet a moment, chewing on his lip*
He'll be back, though. He must've left because he woke up in his world, right? Because this place is a dream world? So... it's like I told him when Naomi disappeared. No one stays awake forever.
We've just got to keep Noireau from destroying all his stuff while he's gone. Keep the place clean, right? *manages a little smile, putting a hand on her shoulder*
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Date: 2009-09-27 05:28 pm (UTC)It's kinda funny you understand stuff like this and not potatoes. I'm not trying to be mean, it's just... [Laughs again, a little more heartily.]
Sorry, sorry. [Tries to stifle her laughter. She looks at him again, her smile even bigger.] Thanks, Harley.
Yeah, we'll need to make sure that Noireau doesn't try to eat anymore of his socks.
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Date: 2009-09-27 08:16 pm (UTC)No more eating his socks....
*eyes the little nightstand, and reaches over to open its drawer... fishes around in there for a sec, and pulls out what looks like a wrapped-up snack bar or something, only the wrapper's about as drab as military-issue boringness could be. He sits back on the bed again, and offers it to her*
We didn't have any potatoes or eggs or anything. We had this stuff. You can try it if you want... doesn't taste like anything, though. *small shrug* I came here, and there's all this other stuff that Abel was showing me to eat. He gave me some of a baguette, and some eggs, and some bacon, and the bacon was the first thing I ever tried that....
*shakes his head* I mean, I know what blood tasted like; it's not like I never bit my lip before. And dirt, and paint... don't ask. I don't-- *shakes his head again, a little self-depreciative laugh* I shouldn't have been standing there at the time.
But I know people have to sleep, even if I never had any dreams before I got here. It's just... how it works, right? So that's why I know about it. And you? You've always had food that had flavors, haven't you? So you're used to the other stuff, and... a lot of other things that I've never seen in the Junkyard. And Abel too. He was showing me a lot of things.
*a lil pause, not sure how to phrase it, but finally just asks* You think maybe, while he's away, you could show me some things here too?
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Date: 2009-09-28 01:49 pm (UTC)[Listens intently to him and is caught off guard when he had said paint. How could he know... She doesn't question it further than that.]
I understand where you're coming from. It's just that... [A short pause, as if she were thinking a little] I've never looked at it that way.
[She's a little surprised by his request but she was more than glad to help him learn more things outside of that Junkyard place he used to live in. After all, she's always wanted to bring him out a little bit more than Abel did. She winks at him, her smile never faltering.]
Of course I could, Harley. If there's anything you want to ask, go right ahead!
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Date: 2009-09-28 10:59 pm (UTC)....
*well, there was one thing.*
Abel never really wanted to explain how it was that females make other people. Is that just something they do in some worlds? Because none of the females in my Tribe ever made so much as a new finger if someone lost theirs.
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Date: 2009-09-29 04:22 am (UTC)Harley, are you asking where babies come from?
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Date: 2009-09-29 05:58 am (UTC)*wait. Babies were... they were... really little people, weren't they? Only, they looked like adult humans, the way the toys he was just making looked like the monsters they were based off of, kind of. Little, more rounded....*
*sighs, leaning with his elbows on his knees, to frown at the carpet*
There weren't any babies in the Junkyard, and none of my Tribe made other people. New recruits would come in from outside, and... I never really thought about it, I guess.
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Date: 2009-09-29 08:39 am (UTC)You do know what babies are though, right? You did get it right though. That they come from females.
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Date: 2009-09-29 11:30 am (UTC)....
*looks back over to her. For whatever reason, this isn't quite connecting*
So what do they make babies and people out of?
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Date: 2009-09-30 02:36 am (UTC)Gee, Harley. You're asking so many embarrassing questions!
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Date: 2009-09-30 10:37 am (UTC)....I am?
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Date: 2009-09-30 11:15 am (UTC)You aaare! Didn't Abel-san tell you anything about it?
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Date: 2009-09-30 12:24 pm (UTC)[Composes herself to give it some thought. She's not really sure how to explain it herself. She's been going into a giggling fit every time she tries to or when he even thinks about it.]
Maybe you could try looking for a book about it? I'm sure it'll be able to help you better than I could.
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Date: 2009-09-30 03:34 pm (UTC)Could you help me find one tomorrow, maybe?
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