[here they are! their appearance is about the same, and when they speak it's that same soft tone, but it's a little more relaxed today.]
I keep forgetting you're from really, really far back, or at least from a place without any of this stuff. I don't think I've ever seen phonograph before. Even record players are pretty old.
I don't think so. They're like those big things with the the funnels right? [they use their hands to sort of shape a circle to indicate the top of a phonograph.] Maybe there's one in the museum or something.
[but there's a nod!]
You can even store music on stuff that's not a disc. I have a lot I keep in my phone.
Kind of like how video games are made. It's digitized down. There's probably a book in the library about it, I don't exactly know how it works? But it does.
[She's giving a curious look over their shoulder to the phone.]
...Ah!
[The song ramping up surprises her, and she listens - even though the style of song is surprising, energetic, she can feel there's sincere emotion in it - when it finishes she nods.]
It's a kind of loud I think I like. [like they're still deciding.] Music is one of those things that makes it easier to be understood. Anything you can't say, you can probably find a song to say it for you.
Somehow you seem to understand things even if you're not used to it. [which is said pretty matter-of-factly, like they kind of just. have accepted it and respect it.]
[they don't even get to counter that before there's a memory.
they also don't get to say anything because there's a memory, and it's horrifying and sickening and they don't have a mouth but there's a sound like a startled yelp once it's over.
they don't speak for a moment, if only because it's a lot to comprehend. they understand the concept of stands, hot pants has said that before, and they know about her own ability with her flesh spray, but...
whatever that was....was too powerful.
so yeah. they turn to stare at her with incredibly wide eyes, trying to find words.]
...but how...? ["How are you here? How did that corpse use its powers? How did your own power stop working? HOW CAN YOU BE OKAY AFTER THAT?"]
[The other memories, she can more or less tolerate, even the one reliving her past. The abrupt chaos of this one, however, in all its horror, is enough to make her lose herself a little - but she's brought back by the other's words.]
That's... [She lets out a shuddering sigh.] That's not...something to come back from.
[they don't quite say "you're really gone", but the intention is there. the bubble itself still lingers, but they aren't quite paying attention to that right now.]
Of course you do. [they say this, like, immediately, even without knowing the circumstances.] I mean...most people don't come back, but most people aren't from places with abilities like you are. There has to be a way for another chance.
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[And...here she is! Just...looking quizzically at the selection here.]
Where are the phonographs...?
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I keep forgetting you're from really, really far back, or at least from a place without any of this stuff. I don't think I've ever seen phonograph before. Even record players are pretty old.
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[A bit mind-boggling. Also Riff, cute as always.]
I'm guessing all these discs store music?
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[but there's a nod!]
You can even store music on stuff that's not a disc. I have a lot I keep in my phone.
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In......a museum..............
[GOD.]
...How does it get on the phone?
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Kind of like how video games are made. It's digitized down. There's probably a book in the library about it, I don't exactly know how it works? But it does.
Here, take a look.
[they pull out their phone, clicking through it to scroll around before they start playing a song. it plays through their speakers, and she can see there are words and album art on the screen even if they're kind of blurry for her.]
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...Ah!
[The song ramping up surprises her, and she listens - even though the style of song is surprising, energetic, she can feel there's sincere emotion in it - when it finishes she nods.]
Ah, was that...Japanese? I think?
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Yeah. It's a pretty good song though, right?
[that maybe isn't the point.]
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[...]
But it isn't bad, no.
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[She tilts her head.]
Its good to hear from you too, I think. [A pause.] I get it, though.
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[Also slaps down memshare whatchu want and/or want to avoid]
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Even if trying is something hard? [this is said a little dryly.]
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[And the bubble pops over them, suddenly - Hot Pants lets out a low noise, reaching out to splash color at it, instinctively.]
Really?
[And the memory (pages 27-40) that comes is...horrific, to say the least.]
[Hot Pants is shaking as its over, teeth gritted.]
[It's not every day where you relive your own death, after all.]
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they also don't get to say anything because there's a memory, and it's horrifying and sickening and they don't have a mouth but there's a sound like a startled yelp once it's over.
they don't speak for a moment, if only because it's a lot to comprehend. they understand the concept of stands, hot pants has said that before, and they know about her own ability with her flesh spray, but...
whatever that was....was too powerful.
so yeah. they turn to stare at her with incredibly wide eyes, trying to find words.]
...but how...? ["How are you here? How did that corpse use its powers? How did your own power stop working? HOW CAN YOU BE OKAY AFTER THAT?"]
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[The other memories, she can more or less tolerate, even the one reliving her past. The abrupt chaos of this one, however, in all its horror, is enough to make her lose herself a little - but she's brought back by the other's words.]
That's... [She lets out a shuddering sigh.] That's not...something to come back from.
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So...you're really...
[they don't quite say "you're really gone", but the intention is there. the bubble itself still lingers, but they aren't quite paying attention to that right now.]
No way.
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[Her gaze lowers to the ground. Just a week ago, they were scrubbing headstones, weren't they?]
[A dead person cleaning up a place of the dead.]
Maybe I have a second chance. I don't know.
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[...but...]
Is that what you want though?
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[She looks at them, her face like stone.]
Why wouldn't I want it, Riff?
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I don't know. But I don't want to make assumptions or choices for anybody else.
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[She just closes her eyes for a long moment.]
That man you saw...I have to stop him at all costs. If I have a chance to go back and do it...I'll take it. I will.
I was prepared to sacrifice my life, anyways.
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Just because you're prepared to do that doesn't mean you should. Especially if you don't really get a say in it in the first place.
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[did u like his spiral hair]
[She grimaes.]
Sometimes there are things greater than you. My life is nothing in comparison.
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