Okay, great! Progress. Fuck yeah. Okay, so you know how you can do anything you want with this thing? I thought you could show me a place that makes you feel less.... You know.
[ Roman makes a flighty sort of sound, wiggling his fingers. ]
[ Fuck. That's right. He can't just trail off and assume his line of thought is being followed with this guy! he's go to finish his sentences and be, like, a good warden and shit. Roman scunches his nose and pinches the bridge of it. He's definitely texting Raylan after this. ]
The opposite. I thought it would be nice if we had a little get-to-know-you in a place you were, like, alright with.
Oh. [UHHHHH. A safe place. A safe place. He can think of several but they're all just.... different places on the barge.] I don't... know any on earth.
There were no safe places before that. [It's a quiet grumble, like a kid on a playground muttering something they think is going to get them punched in the junk.]
"Yes." He actually does seem to brighten at that, or at least the tone of his voice does. "I like plants. I thought the crab apples in the greenhouse were animals, but they're seeds, and now I have some growing in my cabin."
"Oh. Yes." Definitely intrigued now. He perks up, signified more by his tone and the way he floats fractionally higher than any actual expression on his blank, broken mask. "What is 'fly fishing'?"
That's gonna take some getting used to, too. Roman adjusts his line of sight appropriately.
"You know I don't have any fucking idea? Con didn't catch anything, he just sort of stood in the river with the dumbest looking pants I've seen. C'mon."
He's already at the closure itself, fiddling with the controls.
Yellow follows, still curious and now also surprised at Roman's interest. Arthur and JD caring made sense, even Collins to a degree, given they were all from the same place. Jedao he can understand. Hunter-- well, Hunter got to know him after they were paired, too, he supposes, though it wasn't this deliberate.
"Uh. What... do you want to know about? I've only existed as I am for..." He raises a few tentacles to study like they'll help him do the math before he looks at Roman again. "Eighty days. Only three of those were before this place."
Edwin gives him a blank look in return. ...Well, yes, because his face is literally a blank mask, but somehow his aura also manages to communicate 'what, like it's weird?'
"I've only existed as I am for eighty days, and three of them were before the barge. Before that I was in the Dark World, a lifeless dimension of chaos in which the refuse of the universe collects."
"...What does it answer?" He's both curious and confused, because he's pretty sure he has no better idea now of what Roman wants to know, but whatever, he'll follow him into the enclosure.
"Why you're you." A beat, and Roman steps into the Enclosure.
It's sunset, the river glittering beautifully during golden hour, temperature perfect. Roman doesn't even know if it's how it really was: it's how he remembers it, and that's what counts. There's a big thermos and two folding chairs, and Roman gestures with a thumb at all of the picturesque beauty.
"Oh," he says, softly, not to Roman's answer--he's got more questions about that--but to the landscape they've just walked into. Or floated into, in his case.
He drifts further in, hovering just over the edge of the water and listening to the stream, wishing he could touch it and feel anything more than the pressure that says there's water there.
After a second, distractedly, he adds, "I can't squat. I don't have legs."
"Caught that. Pop a cloud, then, I don't know, just... relax."
It seems to be going well. Nothing weirdly upsetting, nice, relaxed atmosphere. Yeah. Okay.
"So I guess...I just wanted to know about you. Not the shit in the file--which I haven't got don't worry--or like the cold, clinical bullshit, just... you. What's your story morning glory?"
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[Look you distracted him Roman this is your own fault.]
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Yyyyyeah, but it's also just a thing you say. Let's--okay, let's maybe focus, a little? You've been to the enclosure before, right?
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Yes, at Halloween.
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[ Roman makes a flighty sort of sound, wiggling his fingers. ]
Safe, or comfortable, or... that shit.
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You... want me to show you a place that makes me feel less safe?
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[ Fuck. That's right. He can't just trail off and assume his line of thought is being followed with this guy! he's go to finish his sentences and be, like, a good warden and shit. Roman scunches his nose and pinches the bridge of it. He's definitely texting Raylan after this. ]
The opposite. I thought it would be nice if we had a little get-to-know-you in a place you were, like, alright with.
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[ He's, like, a demon, right? Or some shit...? ]
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Roman exhales slowly, looking around like there may be someone to help him. There isn't. ]
Tell you what. You cool with water and trees?
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"Are you familiar with a place called Montanna?"
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"One of my brothers took me fly fishing in Montanna when I was really young. It sucked, but it was fun. You wanna check it out?"
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"You know I don't have any fucking idea? Con didn't catch anything, he just sort of stood in the river with the dumbest looking pants I've seen. C'mon."
He's already at the closure itself, fiddling with the controls.
"You can tell me about yourself and shit."
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"Uh. What... do you want to know about? I've only existed as I am for..." He raises a few tentacles to study like they'll help him do the math before he looks at Roman again. "Eighty days. Only three of those were before this place."
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"Excuse me?"
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"I've only existed as I am for eighty days, and three of them were before the barge. Before that I was in the Dark World, a lifeless dimension of chaos in which the refuse of the universe collects."
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"Jesus Christ. I guess that answers some things. C'mon--hop in."
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It's sunset, the river glittering beautifully during golden hour, temperature perfect. Roman doesn't even know if it's how it really was: it's how he remembers it, and that's what counts. There's a big thermos and two folding chairs, and Roman gestures with a thumb at all of the picturesque beauty.
"Pop a squat, buddy."
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He drifts further in, hovering just over the edge of the water and listening to the stream, wishing he could touch it and feel anything more than the pressure that says there's water there.
After a second, distractedly, he adds, "I can't squat. I don't have legs."
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It seems to be going well. Nothing weirdly upsetting, nice, relaxed atmosphere. Yeah. Okay.
"So I guess...I just wanted to know about you. Not the shit in the file--which I haven't got don't worry--or like the cold, clinical bullshit, just... you. What's your story morning glory?"
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I LAUGHED AT THE FIRST ICON NGL
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