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[prevenge]

[What ho Paradisa. If you are the lobby now, you might find a somewhat unusual sight: three kids - well, two kids and one young teenager, really, the teenager conspicuously naked and sprawled out on one of the lobby couches. The teenager has long blue hair and is filthy. The kids are relatively clean, one of them - the older boy - graced with a crown of pale blond hair, the other a smaller little girl wearing a traditional robe and black pigtails. There's a journal nearby of course, and it picks up a voice which might sound a bit familiar:]

Hey... person! Hey! How come you're naked?

[Then the younger boy:] Because he's got no clothes, stupid.

I'm not stupid! [That seems to rile the little girl up; she gives the boy next to her a push.

It looks like this minor ruckus is enough to wake the third boy anyhow.] Whuh...?

[What do, Paradisa?]

[ooc: Yep, starting this loss a tad earlier than planned; tagging pattern will be something of a clusterfuck. There is no particular order planned; if you'd like to discuss any details, ping Stick on AIM at teamtoques, Red at LostBlueHeights, or Senri at Sushiflop.]

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[littleharbinger]

[at first, he looks at her like she's crazy. ...and then it clicks!]

Oh yeah!

[beforepride]

Everybody...? [nuh-uh. he doesn't like this.] Who is everybody?

[prevenge]

There's a whole bunch'a people who live here. But they're really nice.

[littleharbinger]

Just people.

[nothing special about them, except for being particularly weird, from what he distantly recalls]

[beforepride]

Just people... [he likes Legato's answer better, but it gets him thinking.]

Hey, why do you have blue hair?

[prevenge]

Yeah! Also, how come you're naked?

[littleharbinger]

[he unconsciously leans a little away at the questions suddenly turning in his direction. he'll only bother with the first one though]

My hair's always been this color.

[beforepride]

[yeah Rin, that's a dumb question. B|]

Why are your eyes yellow? Are you a devil?

[prevenge]

- oooh! [She leans away from Legato, eyes popping wide - and then realizes something]

Hey, don't ignore me!

[littleharbinger]

[yeah, no, totally ignoring the little girl. He shoots the boy something of an odd look, head tilting slightly]

A devil?

[beforepride]

Stop talking. [HANDS ON SHOULDERS AGAIN.]

You don't know what a devil is? What about angels?

[...hmmmmm.] Does that mean you're from really far away? Is that why you're different colors? Can you do strange things? Are you magic?

[prevenge]

[Don't you know anything about kids Zelman, that just makes her get louder.] Don't tell me what to do! [Wiggling away now.] You're not the boss of me.

[littleharbinger]

[so far, he can keep up ignoring her. He blinks a little at the string of questions, going through each one of them, considering who it is that's asking them...

...and then decides that there is one easy answer for all of them. why not?]

Yes.

[beforepride]

Grah-- [all right, all right. lets Rin go.]

But he says he's magic. That's important!

[prevenge]

[Okay, that is important. She peers back at Legato.]

This whole place is magic! What do you do?

[littleharbinger]

[ngggh, he glances over his shoulder a little bit]

It's a secret.

[beforepride]

[peeeeers at him.]

[prevenge]

[Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeers.]

How come?

[littleharbinger]

Because I don't want anyone to find out.

[...]

And you're just a little kid.

[beforepride]

[...for some reason, Zelman starts smiling. not looking at anything in particular. it just amuses him.]

[prevenge]

[... OFFENDED. Looking mad.]

I'm just a kid but I can talk better than you! That's the dumbest reason for anything I've ever heard!

[littleharbinger]

[he feels a little bit offended, but... more than that? he hasn't really gotten a chance to make someone mad before.

...it's kind of fascinating.]

Little children are stupid and talk too much, so I'm not going to tell you.

[beforepride]

[...whoa man what are you doing.]

[prevenge]

[Oh my God she looks so hurt. How can she respond to this?]

I bet you have blue hair because your mom and dad tried to drown you in paint.

[littleharbinger]

[...whoa. He blinks a bit, absorbing that little dig and the bubble of anger behind it.

He takes a moment to think.

He thinks about how mad she got, all because of some little thing he said. He thinks about how she spat it right back at him, and the words she used, and the strange way it makes him feel. The whole thing gets considered as he takes a momentary mental step back. Finally--]

Maybe you're right.