open | i hit the bottom but I'm on the mend

[abeautifulgame]

Who: Damien Brenks + You
What: Prompts below.
Where: All over the place
When: Throughout the month of October.
Content Warnings: Implied nudity? Nothing graphic, though.

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[abeautifulgame]

At least I haven't run into one of those weird -- [how to put it?] -- weird errors this place has been spitting out, while trying to wrap its head around time. [not in awhile, anyway] Though, now that I've said that ...

[now that he's said that, he pauses, almost waiting for something to happen to spite him. when it doesn't, he flashes Aerith a brief, wry smile, before, speaking of time:] It was late November, when I left home. [a beat] I don't suppose our concept of months line up?

[anciently]

Sure, we've got November! But I can understand why you'd ask that... Things can get kinda tricky, with everyone here being from such different places.

[ It's nice to be able to talk about months in familiar terms, though! ]

...But, it was December where we were. Makes sense, since - like you said - time is a little strange here.

[abeautifulgame]

[he nods]

Definitely unsurprising.

[a beat]

How about the year, if you don't mind me asking? [it's a little pointless, to know the exact date it was, when she got here, for all that their calendar seems to be where their worlds stop lining up, but -- well, he's curious. he's always curious]

[anciently]

Hmm? It's εγλ 0007. [ Somehow, he's the first person who's asked. ] What about you?

[ Maybe these are questions they should all be asking each other? There could be more continuity than they realize... ]

[abeautifulgame]

[those sure as some Greek letters and numbers. he shakes his head a little, that in mind]

2013. [a beat] I guess that nixes that theory. [that their concepts of time line up. not that he sure what that would have proved, if they did, but]

[anciently]

[ They sure don't make it easy to figure out Final Fantasy dates, that's for sure!! ]

Darn. Close, though! [ Probably?? ] Sometimes you can tell by the fashion, too. And by how people talk. Sometimes I meet someone here, and I know right away that their world is...nothing like mine.

[ For better or for worse. ]

Know what I mean? But you're dressed pretty familiar, and we at least have the same months, right?

[abeautifulgame]

I do.

[there are people like Aerith, who's fashion and manner of speech line up with his, like she mentioned -- and then there are people like, say, the Exarch, who is very obviously from worlds away]

[though:] Though, I'm not sure someone from my world would reach for a sword, in a fight. [and from what he's seen of Tifa's memories, Cloud running around with one isn't entirely uncommon, not like it would be, where he's from]

[anciently]

No? [ She laughs a little. ] Well, not everyone carries around a big sword, even in our world. You'd be surprised!

[ Tifa obviously fights with punches and kicks, and Barret has his arm. Aerith herself typically uses magic, directed by the rod. ]

Soldiers use 'em a lot, though. And mercenaries. [ Overcompensating much?? ]

[abeautifulgame]

Are they always so big?

[is it overcompensation? because his first thought is to label it that, too, but he could be wrong. he's only ever seen Cloud's giant sword, and only then in one of Tifa's memories]

[anciently]

Hmm...not always. But, they are a lot of the time. [ She shrugs, smiling mysteriously. ] Who knows why.

[ Seems like the two of them might know. ]

You should ask Cloud about it, if you haven't met him yet. Not sure what kind of answer you'd get, though.

[abeautifulgame]

[they absolutely know, and he smiles for a moment, too -- smirks, really, like a man in the know of some terrible secret, and not, you know, on the inside of a dick joke]

[either way, after a beat, he sobers and shakes his head] I've seen him around -- [both just around and through Tifa's eyes] -- but we've never had the pleasure. [a beat] He and Tifa are close, though, aren't they? [maybe he should introduce himself, just by virtue of him being one of Tifa's friends]

[anciently]

[ "Close" is a way to describe it. Her smile turns mischievous. ]

You might say that. [ Aerith says, enigmatically. ] ...They grew up together.

[abeautifulgame]

... that's it?

[well, that's disappointing. he was expecting something more. he maybe shipped it a little]

[anciently]

Hmmm. [ She hums, smile now creeping back to a grin. ] Maybe. You'll have to ask them yourself, okay? I'm not giving out any confidential information!

[ It really isn't her place. Even if she ships it, too. ]

[abeautifulgame]

Alright, alright. [he waves her off, though he's still smiling, himself] Tell me something about you instead, then. [not necessarily about her love life, just -- well, he's looking for a subject change, if not Cloud and Tifa, and their relationship]

[anciently]

About me? I'm not all that interesting. [ Said in the light, easy tone of someone who is perhaps, Very Interesting. ] Well... Back home, I've got the only flowers that grow under the plate! Pretty proud of that. It's hard to get things to grow where we're from, you know?

[ Wonder why that could be. ]

What about you? A detail for a detail, right?

[abeautifulgame]

[he wonders if she has some kind of magic, then. he's picked up on the idea that she might be more than she's saying, after all, and magic seems fantastical enough to him to fit that bill. add in the fact that she's managed to get plants to grow where Shinra has ruined everything, and well -- yeah, maybe she's magic]

[color him a little jealous, for all that he's staggeringly human]

Me? [a beat. hm, what's interesting about him that doesn't tip his hand too much?] I'm pretty handy with computers, for as little as that means, here. [and that's killing him, too] What I can do -- well. It's almost magic.

[anciently]

I've seen people who're good with computers. [ Or so she assumes, having spent quite some time in the Shinra building. ] I know it can be pretty magical!

[ Or terrible, if you're, for example, programming killer robots and similarly awful things. ]

Not many of those around here, though. [ She notes lightly. ] But...with how things change? Maybe you'll get some working ones before too long!

[abeautifulgame]

[to his credit, he doesn't program killer robots!]

That's true. [a beat, a breath of a laugh] What I wouldn't give to be able to fuck around on the internet, in the wee hours of the morning, again. [not even doing anything nefarious. he'd just like to be able to find an interesting article to absorb him, online. or a Reddit thread. or a meme. or -- ]