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A return

Who| Pruna and open
What| Pruna returns and tries to make sense of things
Where| Tribute tower lounge
When| When she returns
WARNINGS | Likely swearing
NOTES|

Pruna looked around the room. It wasn't the same one she had been put in last time but it was practically identical. She wrinkled her nose as she sat down on the bed.

She remembered this place, the stupid hair people who called her Pruna and the arenas, the technologies and the people who were her... friends? But she had forgotten, she had went home and forgotten. Forgotten everything, all the training, all the things she had learned. All the cool things she had wanted to show...

She jumped to her feet, scowling at the room. Well however stupid this place was at least it was a stupid place she knew, it wasn't the temple. The place she was going to be taken in the stupid cold mountains.

But she remembered this place got stupid cold too, she remembered the snow and the hats. It wasn't cold now though, she was in a training uniform and as she went to leave her room she spotted some soft almost slipper like shoes. She put them on, frowning at the feeling but keeping them on as she slipped out into the corridor.

She stopped outside a door, Sandy's door. If her girlfriend was still here, Pruna didn't know how long she had been away. She raised her hand as if to open it and then scowled. She remembered the last time she had seen Sandy's face, scared and almost leaky eyed and she remembered pain. Lots of pain.

Why had she done that? Pruna frowned and stepped away from the door, and stormed out of the suite, riding the escalator down to the ground floor and the lounge.. She was a servant of the shadow god, someone who killed when she was told to. Someone useful. Why had she tried to save a stupid leaky eyed weakling?

All the reasons were in her head all muddled up and she flung herself onto a sofa, memories of eating ice cream with Sandy being mixed up with memories of eating honey cakes on a rooftop. She grabbed the controller and turned on the television, flicking through channels to try and find one that would catch her up on what had happened whilst she was away.

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He nods in agreement and to say that she is correct.

"HE HAS OF HIS OWNSELF MANY MORE WHAT HE CAN SO SAY AS SUCH. But my ownself knows not for it yet. BUT PERHAPS IT CAN BE LEARNED. If my other can do it, so then should I be able."

Pruna nodded, "I do be thinking it would be being a good thing to be learning." If only because it meant she could talk to Initiate's brother friend.

"HE APPEARS IDENTICAL IN FEATURE TO HIS OWNSELF. Neater paint, shorter hair, and all suchlike only. HE'LL INTRODUCE IF YOU TWO AIN'T GET A MEETING ALL OF YOUR OWN," He promises.

He settles down onto the floor, legs folding and matching her on the level where as she sits. "But enough of that fucker. HIS MIRTHFUL GIRL DID HAVE A LOOK MOST UNSUCHWAYS OF MIRTH WHEN HE DIDST SPOT HER FIRSTLIKE. What plagues the pan, little sister?"

Pruna grinned, glad that she could be introduced to him, she leaned foward when he sat down, resting her chin on her hands, her elbows on her knees.

She shrugged at the question, "I did just be getting back... When I did be being home I did no be remembering anything from here, no Sandy or you or nothing. Now I do be having all them memories back and I did just be thinking."

He's heard that's what they do. From Carlos who'd gone back, no memory, then waking up here like the memory had been there all along, hidden away.

"JUST THINKING," he repeats after her, with a quiet nod. Then after a pause, "Would a sister indulge him what thoughts be of her? WOULD SHE FORGIVE HIS PRYING?"

Pruna blinked at him, talking about what she was thinking was a relatively new concept. One she had learned here. People here were always talking, always blurting out their thoughts and feelings like they were too big for their bodies, like everything had to be on the outside. Pruna didn't understand but at the same time she sort of did, because that's what she felt like now. That everything was bursting out of her and her chest would explode.

"I would be forgiving it." She blinked at him. "It do all just be being..." She waved her arms around. "I do be being different here."

His flickers briefly in and out of existance that she opens up now. He understands, her path and the way he'd always known aren't entirely different. Spilling anything doesn't tend for ease.

He hums at her words and nods "Many of us what be here are very different now, little sister. MANYS WAY OF DIFFERENCE WHAT AS TO BEHOLD," He says. "Does your difference bother, little sister?"

Many people were different. She guessed that would happen. You changed all the time, she was different than she had been when she was little. But now... she had changed then gone back to how she had been and then came back and all her feelings were muddled and it was stupid.

"I do no be knowing." She scowled, her voice got quieter, mostly because she didn't want people overhearing. "I do no be wanting to be being weak."

His brows go up a little, then furrow. Fear of weakness. He understands. He's pretty sure he understands perfectly. He is glad to be sitting, glad not to be towering over her for this.

"LITTLE SISTER," He says. "You are not weak. A GIRL IS SO VERY MOTHERFFUCKING FROM IT." This, he says with conviction.

He tilts his head. "Why does she doubt?"

Pruna shrugged, "Because I did be being different when I did be being here, I did be trying to be helping Sandy and I did be dying... and I did be dying when I did be helping Wyatt as well."

She shrugged again, confused.

It starts to dawn on him slow, that if this, everyone around were trolls, this could tell of pale. But it ain't. Not at all. He does understand though. He does want as to help.

"Death ain't weakness," He assures. "GETTING AS TO DIE AIN'T MEAN TO BE WEAK. Death is part of cycles. AIN'T NO THING LONG AS ALL A MOTHERFUCKER AIN'T WASTING LIFE." But he thinks she would know this. He's sure. So he says something what he himself didn't know for time long. "Hard to be stronger, when you ain't being alone. THE WICKED UNMERCIES TO BE HASHED ARE STRAINED BY THE WEIGHT OF ANOTHER. This is true. HE WILL NOT DENY IT." He lets a pause hang. "But the having of others can be it's own miracle. SO AS HE'S FOUND. Can let on for some to guard heart in way what being stronger lonesome wouldn't. CAN GET ON OTHERS TO BE OF GUARDING BACK. Can trade, you see," He says to her, words done careful.

Dying didn't make you weak as long as you didn't waste your life. Pruna thought about that. She had always seen death as a failure, living was the success, not getting caught, staying unhurt. Being able to kill others without being killed back.

But death was part of a cycle, everyone died eventually. Even if it was just because they were too old to live anymore.

And having other people was another miracle, she wasn't sure about that either. "Like an ally? They do be being trading help." She understood that. Were friends the same?

She wrinkled her nose, "So Sandy do be making me stronger but do also be helping me..." It made little sense.

"CORRECT, LITTLE SISTER," He says with a small smile, though he can see her confusion. It's not all unwarranted, he knows.

She wrinkles her nose in that familiar little habit of hers, and he's struck again how glad he is to see her back here.

"Perhaps they cannot cull nor strife, but they can do other things. THEY CAN GIVE UNTO YOU PURPOSE, OR JOYS. They are another body to be like to watch, but in turn, they can cover your back. MORE TO LOSE, BUT PERHAPS LESS LIKELY TO LOSE. Such things as they be, can make of sorts of motherfucking wrongs done harsh, but can also be of a righteousness legit. A BALANCE, HOWEVER PRECARIOUS IT BE, MAY STILL BE BALANCE."

A balance, Sandy gave her balance and purpose. That was a confusing thing to think about but Pruna wasn't sure it was a bad thing. She nodded slowly.

It still made her feel strange, because she had died for Sandy yet she had killed her sister who had been her first and only friend in her world. "But what if people do be using us against each other, it do be having a weakness because she can be being a weapon."

That does quiet him. It turns the smile to something serious, solemn. He gives a nod to acknowledge, yes, that is a point.

"This is true. MOTHERFUCKERS WILL BE AT TO MAKE BLADE SHARP OF LOVES TO CUT THE TENDER FLESH. It will hurt. IT WILL MAKE AS TO BE UNBEARABLE." Oh, he motherfucking knows it. "But if it is not they what take yours, it must be you who pushes them away. AND THAT, IN ITS OWN MOTHERFUCKING SELF CAN BE LIKE AS TO CUT AND CARVE. Then if like..." He pauses. It's a tricky topic. It's all raw wounds, a whole lot of it.

"IF THEY BE TOO CLOSE UP ALREADY," He says, slow. His eyes bore into the floor and through it. "...Can get on to scarring your ownself done cruel that way. IT'S A CHOICE, SISTER. Might be as to hurt. MIGHT BE HURTING ALL DONE OTHER WAYS UP ANYMOTHERFUCKINGWAYS. All ways being worse and betterlike. SO A SISTER'S GOT AS TO BE LOOKING WHAT GOODS SHE GETS AS TO BE FEELING UP IN HER MOTHERFUCKING HEART AS BEING RIGHT AT ON TO DO. And she should do that." He gives another small nod at that. That's as good as he could give.

Edited 2014-08-30 03:00 (UTC)

It was something praying on her mind. Because she was pretty sure that her guardians had not made her do what she had as a punishment, it had been a test. To check that she was still loyal. But it still hurt, still felt like it was her blood on the knife.

A couple of times since she had been back she had caught herself pretending it was alright, that it was just like last time. That her sister was back at home and when she escaped they could be together again. But it wasn't and pretending was for babies.

But she understood what the Initiate was saying, they might make her hurt Sandy, they might use Sandy to hurt her. All this stupid pain she was feeling might happen again. But the alternative was to push Sandy away herself and see her stupid leaky face and know that she had caused it.

Feelings were stupid, she would much rather not have any at all. It would make life a lot simpler. "So whatever I do be choosing it will be hurting in the end."

He breathes deep, to ground and steady himself. To have something to smooth over the agony it was and ain't stopped being, having his moirail gone. And the Nameless had been gone too and he...

"YEAH," He says. "Yeah, sister, it will." It will hurt like hell. He knows.

With clenched fists, he continues, "BUT HE'S GOT TOLD ON AS LIKE IF A MOTHERFUCKER'S BEING ALREADY TO HAVE DONE ON SUCH, IF THERE AIN'T NO WAY WHAT AIN'T APT TO HURT..." He shrugs his shoulders uncomfortably, lifting his eyes to give a fragile sort of half-grin. "Well, a motherfucker might well be picking the one what has chance as not to hurt, and to have as for good up in meantime. THAT BE WHAT'S BEEN TOLD TO HE. Ain't easy but, he's been trying to remember..."

So pushing away would definitely hurt but staying together even with the possibility of pain later would be good until that happened. Pruna frowned as she worked it through in her head.

She wasn't sure if her time with her sister was worth all this stupid feelings, and she wasn't sure that her time with Sandy was worth any future pain.

"It do no be being easy at all." She sighed.

He sighs right on with her, a hand going to his neck. "NAW, SISTER. It ain't."

He can practically feel her churning over all the same doubts what he had. Half him wants to tell her it's right to crush those around and save the self. The other half still wars that there ain't hardly a self what to save, when doing that.

"BUT BY WHAT'S BEING WHOLE AND LEGIT. Seems as here seeks like to be different done from places previous. WHATEVER FATE BE DESCENDED THERE, AIN'T SO HERE. Possibility lay for something good. AIN'T A GUARANTEE OF FAILURE." Because one day, they could seek a way to bring back those wanted, return they what didn't. Perhaps. At the very least, one day they'd be free. And their enemies would pay by however much be needed.

But that just made things more complicated, because death didn't necessarily mean the end and you could lose people in ways that weren't dying.

Still she nodded with a nose wrinkle. "It do all be being very stupid."

That was true. That could be very motherfucking true. He'd rather not think on such things.

"The most stupid of motherfucking things," He agrees, and he starts to smile. "BUT AS SUCH THINGS BE SAID. He is still glad to see she has returned. LIKE THE COMING DUSK, A GIRL BRINGS HER GLORIES RETURNED AND SO VANQUISHES THE DAY. It is better here, with her."

She smiles at that, "I do be being glad to be being back with you too even if it do be being very stupid here." He wasn't stupid though, he was a good thing about this place.

That gets a laugh.

"THANKS KID," He says, meaning it. This place has finally started wearing him down in ways. But there's still this. At least there's this.

He reaches out and bumps his fist lightly to her knee. Small simple contact. "Strongest sister indigoat."

It makes her smile. It's another strange thing, she's missed him. She made a fist with her own hand and picks up his own much larger fist with her spare hands, bumping them together like Sandy had shown her so long ago.

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We can fade out here/soon if you like c:

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