...Recently, less than a week prior, was the first time I have ever left home. I am used to my home.
[she feels a sudden well of something a little like homesick, and against her will, she sniffles slightly, and then dabs her face with a black lace handkerchief quickly.]
[ he gazes down at his gloved hands to give her a moment because like damn if he would hate someone watching him. he can feel an odd warmth pricking under his eyes, but he bites the inside of his cheek in refusal, at least for now. ]
[she dislikes being emotional in front of others, but thinking about home always succeeds in getting her there. she trains her face, though, her expression settling into something more serious.]
It is a crevasse built deep into the core of a planet that is otherwise predominantly rock and ice. The castle is there, the catacombs, the pilgrim quarters and mausoleum, mines, as well, of course, as your standard life sustaining implements such as a spaceport, biome for crop growth, oxygen tanks, vat wombs, etc. Our numbers are not large but we are a dutiful and pious people with a long history, and we have a workforce made up of generations of our dead, which is the pride of our house. The planet itself is not life sustaining beyond our small portion of it, of course.
Not chose, precisely. We were given this land by the Emperor. Its isolation is by design; there is something dangerous locked away in the depths of the tomb, and we are tasked to guard it.
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I don't know how to portray myself.
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What are you used to?
Begin there.
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[she feels a sudden well of something a little like homesick, and against her will, she sniffles slightly, and then dabs her face with a black lace handkerchief quickly.]
Excuse me.
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And now all this. It doesn't help.
What is your home like?
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It is a crevasse built deep into the core of a planet that is otherwise predominantly rock and ice. The castle is there, the catacombs, the pilgrim quarters and mausoleum, mines, as well, of course, as your standard life sustaining implements such as a spaceport, biome for crop growth, oxygen tanks, vat wombs, etc. Our numbers are not large but we are a dutiful and pious people with a long history, and we have a workforce made up of generations of our dead, which is the pride of our house. The planet itself is not life sustaining beyond our small portion of it, of course.
[all a very clinical description.]
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Self-sufficiency in such a capacity, working with what you have. Impressive.
[ but his brows are raised in interest. like by a millimeter. because that's just kind of how his face is. ]
Was that where your people chose to settle? Sounds isolated.
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[she seems to brighten a bit about this.]
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[ tilting his head ]
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[ huh. interesting. he does genuinely seem invested. ]
A workforce made of generations of your dead... how does that come to be?
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Does something dictate how powerful that energy is?
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[ because it'd be silly if everyone could make skeletons just wobble around, right?
right? ]
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