clarte catchall

[disingenuous]

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[georeject]

... Well, to be honest, I'm not sure if it was intentional. [THINGS JUST... HAPPENED...] I don't think my resetting time back was even necessarily so.

My power doesn't always activate according to my conscious will, at least.

[disingenuous]

I see.

[ She does not see, but that none of it was intentional.... it makes her a little tired to think about. Her surface emotions don't reflect that. ]

Doesn't that make it a little dangerous?

[georeject]

I am dangerous. There's no argument about that.

[disingenuous]

[ help

She has to laugh. It's not because she doesn't think it's true. It's just funny hearing it from them. There's something like fond amusement breaking through her cool and composed and calm. ]

I won't deny that. You are, in more ways than you think.

[georeject]

[...

confused vibes]

[disingenuous]

[ amused vibes ]

I know you don't understand.

[georeject]

Well, I'm sure you're right.

[still gently vibing confusedly though]

[disingenuous]

I am often right about these things.

[georeject]

I won't disagree, even if I think I've lost your page at some point.

[namely where their ideas of dangerous may or may not have diverged.]

[disingenuous]

We are on the same page, but I have other pages you haven't considered reading.

[ That's where they're at. ]

[georeject]

And those other pages are...?

[disingenuous]

It's a mystery.

[georeject]

[ha...]

You certainly are fond of your mysteries, Roxana.

[disingenuous]

[ there's a little amusement. ]

It shouldn't be a mystery to you when it's about you.

[georeject]

I wouldn't say that... Even I've been a mystery to myself for most of my awake life.

[disingenuous]

It has nothing to do with what you do or don't remember. It has to do with how you are, as you are now.

The you I know, the you that you let me know, the you that you let others know.

[georeject]

Then I'm afraid to inform you that I'm still not sure what you mean.

[disingenuous]

I'm aware. It's all right, Clarte. If you have no idea, it's not necessary for you to know.

You're still you.

[georeject]

Um.. thank you, I think. That's what I hope to be, at least.

[disingenuous]

[ There's a ripple of morbid amusement. ]

That's not always a given here.

[georeject]

It's never a given. [here, or back home.] That's why it's what I hope to be.

[disingenuous]

[ the emotion is dunking clarte in a dumpster

i'm kidding

All Roxana does is nod. ]

What is hope to you?

[georeject]

[STOP BE NICE]

... That's not an easy question to answer in words, I think.

[disingenuous]

[ you really are :stopmean:

Roxana gestures to the room they're in at large. ]

Show me, if you don't have the words.

[georeject]

Hm... well, now I'm getting a little nervous.

[but they'll try, after thinking over it for a while.

the scenery changes to a winter landscape; nondescript, as if clarte is going off imagination, rather than something already existing. everything is frozen over, monochrome in the muted blue of the night.

after a few moments, though, the sun begins to dawn over the horizon. and as light fills the space, ever so gradually, what couldn't be seen in the dark is revealed—hints of greenery, amidst the ice and the otherwise barren trees.]