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[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

WHO: Jonathan Crane ( phobiaasphyxia ) and Ruka ( gallitrap )
WHERE: Random Bus-stop number 4
WHEN: Around five-pm, May 25th
WARNINGS: Mind fucking of the highest order
SUMMARY: Ruka just wants to go home. Jonathan has other plans.
FORMAT: Quicklog or paragraph.

[ We have a Crane dressed in civilian clothing -- nice workshirt, tie, pants, etc -- and he's waiting for the bus. How much harm could he do? ]

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[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

Good.

[ Another nod, this time followed by a gentle smile. ]

More than good, actually. [ a tiny laugh ] This City tends break bonds as easily as we can make them, sometimes.

[dragony]

[ Well, now you've done it, Crane. You just had to talk about the bonds of friendship, didn't you? Ruka's left hand leaves her pocket, moving to clutch her right arm — as if assuring herself that something is there. ]

My friends... they cherish the bonds between people more than anything else. So, even if the friends I make here go back to their home worlds some day, or if I leave, too... I know that they would keep those feelings alive no matter where they go.

[ Her right hand moves, and curls into a fist against her chest — but, still, her left hand does not leave her right arm. How curious. ]

So... it doesn't matter, if the marks of friendship fade, or we're separated and unable to see each other again. I'll always keep the bonds that are important to my friends, and treasure those people in my heart.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ He notices three things all at once once her little display is over, and they sound off in the back of his mind in this order:

One -- The little girl before him is hiding something.
Two -- She is also in possession of what seems to be a great many pseudo-filial bonds.
Three -- She would be the perfect candidate for his latest experiment.

He smiles, faking a gentle laugh. ]

I envy that conviction. Truly, I do.

[dragony]

[ Ruka smiles as well, but doesn't laugh in return. She drops her arms once more and folds them behind her back. ]

You have friends that are very important to you, too, right?

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ He pretends to have to think on the question ]





Some. [ a pause ] None of them are here, however.

don't pretend i can't see those keywords ian

[dragony]

[ Which either means that he, too, is an imPort, or... perhaps merely just a normal Citizen whose friends moved away, or he came from somewhere else to this place. ]

Do you keep in touch with them? [ She smiles, almost teasing. ] I hear it helps.

they are terrible, i know

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ he laughs, again, though this time beneath his breath ]

Sometimes. When you become older, it becomes harder to do so, I think.

crane is becoming exponentially creepier the longer this goes.

[dragony]

Really? It seems like it would be easier, once you're older.

it takes time for these things to happen

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ A non-committal shrug. He moves to sit down on the bench ]

Time inures us to each other moreso than strengthens bonds we make in childhood. Between families supplanting bonds of friendship, and windows of opportunity to actually experience one another's company becoming smaller and smaller, it's hard for -- at least myself and those I grew up with -- to actually connect with each other all the time, if at all.

It's why I only count two men as being my "friends" instead of simply acquaintances.

by which i was still referring to keywords >>

[dragony]

[ Ruka eyes the bench, but does not sit. After all, the bus should be arriving soon, and while she felt more comfortable with the stranger, she didn't want to have to get up and then run, should any monsters or anything similar show up. ]

[ She was, regardless, saddened by his story. ]

I'm sorry you feel that way. But... even if you are apart from the friends you know back home, you can always make new ones, here. It's been much easier for me to make friends here than it was back home.

oooooh. my mistake.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ He stays silent for a couple of odd moments. ]

Would there be a point to it?

[dragony]

[ Ruka gives the stranger a very peculiar look. She seems confused. ]

Of course there is.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

Outside of the obvious need for connection?

[dragony]

That's like...

[ Ruka frowns, thinking for a moment. ]

Like asking if there's a point to eating. Part of it's because it's ... necessary, but if it was only that, then people wouldn't bother making things taste good.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ He shrugs, rolling his shoulders back ]

I see no need for it, no.

[dragony]

[ She gave a small nod, conceding the point. After all, she didn't know him — he might have been satisfied with his two friends. ]

[ ... what time was it, anyway? ]

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ He shakes his head, again ]

Do you think me mad, for it?

[dragony]

Mad, like, crazy? No...

[ Car. Ruka slides her hands deeper into her pockets, looking away. ]

You probably have a reason.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ Hands in pockets time, I guess ]

And that reason would be?

[dragony]

[ And now, confusion. ]

Huh? I don't know... they would be your reasons, sir.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

Enlighten me.

[dragony]

I don't understand what you're asking.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

[ His eye offers the barest of twitches ]

I'm asking if you think it strange that I only possess two friends?

[dragony]

[ She shakes her head. ]

No, that's not strange.

[phobiaasphyxia.livejournal.com]

Hm.

[ He shakes his head. ]

What time is it?