genessia | Hype(?) Train [Video]

[Blue, webbed hands hold up the pretty date auction advertisement distributed through the paper.]

Look at this shit. Seriously?

[The flier gets tossed to the side, in favor of letting the camera focus on Namur's face. His teeth aren't fully bared, but there's certainly a bit more of a snap in the way he says his words.]

Come through time an' space an' differnt universes or dimensions or whatever the hell shit we gone through an' y'all still wanna auction each other off like random shit y' find in some ol' dead bloke's attic? Someone please 'splain it t' me cuz they couldn't back in Balamb. Y'all get some kinda thrill sellin' yer pals? Make y' feel powerful or some shit? Oh, 's okay cuz 's for charity, yer gonna say. Who gives a shit? Yer sellin' people!

[He pounds his fist on the table next to his communicator, making it jump. By the time the feed stops fuzzing and focuses again, he's running his fingers through his hair, trying to calm himself down because he's getting more fired up than he meant. He takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly.]

A'ight, look. Anyone still watchin'. If y' sign up for this damned thing thinkin' 's gonna be fun or whatever an' y' wind up gettin' stuck with some asshole y' ain't okay with, but yer still gonna go through with it cuz charity or whatever- call me. I'll back y' up. Don't care if I never metcha 'fore. Need a 'mergency phone call oops gotta go, I'll make that call. Need a friend happens t' be close by jus' in case, tell me where an' when, I'll be there, catch me? Seriously.

[Namur gives a sloppy but well practiced salute. Anyone familiar with SeeD will recognize it instantly.]

Peace out, peeps.

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'S probly best if I ain't nowhere near the place when this shit goes down, actually. Ain't gonna be in a dancin' mood anyway.

[ In hindsight, she knew that would be his answer. She gives a nod anyway ]

Should have known. Apologies if my questions this morning are so inane.

[ A sheepish smile follows. On some level, she just wanted to reconnect with Namur after some time without contact. They've both been pretty busy, and it's hard to fake being sociable when she's mentally not at 100% ]

I suppose I just wanted to speak with you again. Opening with a "how are you" felt so blasé...

[He chuckles softly.]

Don't worry 'bout it, sweetheart. Glad as hell t' hear from y'! Kinda a slow day on the job, so if y' wanna come hang out an' help me keep my mind off this shit I ain't gonna say no t' more pleasant company...

Jus' sayin'.

[A wink.]

[ Ayame couldn't help but give an amused huff at that wink ]

If you don't think someone with a hangover wouldn't make for bad company, I could spare some time.

[ A beat follows. ]

Are you in Everglade?

As luck'd have it, my dumbass slosh of a brother didn't make the jump from Cerealia t' here, so I been needin' a new slosh t' bitch at.

[SAID WITH ALL THE FONDNESS IN THE WORLD.]

Got it in one, sweetheart.

[He sends her the address so it'll be pinpointed on her comm's map.]

[ Ayame hesitated about going, since her body urges her to lie down and rest. But she was also at a point where she's doubting her ability to make and form bonds with people, that declining an opportunity like this feels like a massive waste. She took her time and walk to Everglade, mulling over thoughts as the hangover that plagued her head have subsided, minimally.

She showed up, though, with a new cup of coffee in hand with a straw placed in the small port on the lid. ]

Hello again.

[ Ayame waves with wiggling fingers and a tired half-smile. She sighs as she glances around them, feeling the hostility in Everglade's aura. ]

You enjoy being in this place? It seems every corner hides so much negative energy.

[At first when she walks in, Namur puts a finger up toward her, indicating he'd be with her in a second. He has the earpiece for a candlestick telephone pressed against his ear, and he paces in front of a large map of the city, which has been mounted underneath a pane of gridded plexiglass. He uses a dry erase marker to mark a couple places, then charts a course between the two. The office holds an eclectic mix of modern and vintage items- the modern items like plexiglass and markers obviously having been brought in by those who can pass through the Gates, while the old-fashioned things, like the phone, are clearly of Evergladian make. A short barter about pricing later, Namur hangs up, takes a step back, and groans as he runs his hand over his hair. He glances at Ayame apologetically.]

Really ain't cut out for this kinda shit. My brothers is the tacticians, but...

[He shrugs, gesturing around the office, where any brothers he might be referring to clearly are not present. He chuckles at her comment about negative energy.]

Less hidin', more like 's broadcastin' itself t' y' every damn hour a the day. But y' get used t' it. Anyone give y' shit comin' in?

[ Ayame brushes her fingertips on the door frame while Namur was on the phone. She observed the interior of the room, noting the map, the anachronism of the furniture, and how the place is less negative than the outside world.

Once Namur drops the phone call, Ayame diverts her attention back to him ]

No, thankfully. I wouldn't want to put someone to sleep on the street when it's this cold.

[ Ayame huffs, slightly amused at the thought. But a lot of non-humans here would have known she isn't human, or would have felt that she's not one to mess with ]

I'm guessing your brother isn't in this world with you?

[ He mentioned Cerealia earlier, but Ayame assumed that's just his world of origin ]

Two a 'em is. Rest ain't. Sheheheh! Think this place'd have a crisis if they all showed up though. More'n sixteen hunnerd a us, an' there ain't no seas t' bear us 'way 'fore we wound up wreckin' the place. Naw, they're better off where they're at, even if it ain't...

[At this, Namur just sighs. It's part sadness and part frustration. How do you explain being the World's Strongest, being cut down from the inside and having that small gap of vulnerability picked at by your enemies until you fell entirely- all live on international tv?

You don't. Because the pretty, dubiously hungover babe didn't come here for a sob story.]

So yer a full on slosh, huh? Jus' catchin' up a lifetime a partyin' or y' tryna deal with some other shit?

[ Ayame didn't say anything more regarding the topic of Namur and his brother, instead walking slowly towards the center of the room, eyes remained fixed at Namur. When he asked, she just chuckles ]

It depends on the day. But I can say that this headache is the product of the former.

[ Ayame admitted. She has mentioned enough about her to Namur that he'd know by now that she'd have issues, so all she could do is poke fun on it as to not sour the atmosphere ]

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