catch-all: shess.

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week zero, saturday.

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[AFTER EVERYTHING IS SAID AND DONE... Shess will run across North as they both wander around the village. Once she's spotted him, North will be offering him a curt nod as a way of greeting.]

Hey. Are you in the mood to talk right now?

[nonbelligerent]

I suppose.

[he's been talking to everyone tonight, why not add another to the pile.]

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[whispers you could just say no shess

but, also--]

You're not human. [at least. it's not trial related??] I'd like to know more about that.

[nonbelligerent]

[...]

And neither are you, I imagine. Would I be correct if I assume that's why you disagreed with the possibility of something in the air knocking us out?

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You would.

[After the trial, it's clear that there are less humans here than she initially assumed... So she's a little more comfortable confirming this now.]

Something like that wouldn't have been effective if you're not the breathing type.

[nonbelligerent]

May I ask what you are, then? I know we're definitely not the same kind of being, at least.

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An android. [... Here's to hoping Shess knows what that is, because she isn't elaborating.] And you? What are you, exactly?

[nonbelligerent]

[probably has no idea what that is tbh]

Sura.

[televised]

[Oh, same. She seems to mull over the term for a second or two, before shaking her head.]

Never heard of it. Must be unique to your world.

[nonbelligerent]

It seems that way. No one here has heard of the name.

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Does it bother you?

[nonbelligerent]

Not particularly, though it's strange to have to explain.

[not like he can pretend to be a human to avoid the entire matter, since his scroll kind of outs him.]

[televised]

[the scrolls sure are inconvenient like that.]

Then don't. [be a binch, shess.] It's not like we're obligated to explain ourselves every time a human doesn't understand what we are.

[nonbelligerent]

Well, it'd certainly be more convenient for me to not. Still, when it's common knowledge back home, it feels silly to be secretive. Besides, it could seem suspicious.

[televised]

Suit yourself, then. It's up to you if you want to go through the hassle.

[nonbelligerent]

I take it you don't like talking about your kind.

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[...]

It's safer to blend in with the humans. Drawing attention to what we are will only get us killed. [So.] Isn't it the same for you?

[nonbelligerent]

Yes, but there's little point when my scroll states that I have nonhuman features.

[he can't even pretend to be a half (not that it'd mean anything to anyone here) since halfs usually aren't "ancient" either.]

[televised]

I meant back in your own world.

[But, you know. Point taken.]

I asked Lune about the information that was written on our scrolls. Apparently, it's what the "fates" [SAID BITTERLY] thought important to share about us.

[nonbelligerent]

Were the fates drunk when they came up with some of these?

[televised]

Evidently.

[nonbelligerent]

Yours isn't too bad, at least. Though did you really come here with a rubber ball?

week one, friday.

[nonbelligerent]

['sup, running into each other in, like. the gateway or some place.]

North.

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[The gateway is valid, honestly.]

Shess.

[Hi. Hello. What's up on this fine murder day.]

The corruption is getting worse.

[nonbelligerent]

It is.

[...]

I heard that you, Nana, and a few others dealt with it earlier this week.