Reverie was going to the scrapyard. This was nothing new - as a matter of fact, Reverie would have been a scavenger if the living conditions were as good. So he spent most of his time feeding paper to the machine and then his time off digging through piles of interesting junk and finding things that he would look at, try to imagine a purpose for, and more often than not, throw away. Sometimes, there were things that might have been useful - bindings with no books, a headband, a strange, torn uniform and more - but even none of that, he kept. He had a hobby of keeping any coins that he found, so generally he would have been wealthy had they been of any value. Normally, he even brought a couple to see if there were any matches. Today was no different
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Despite the heat, Argent had been jogging for most of the morning. He had only intended to get out, get some fresh air, and stretch his legs but after the first fifteen minutes, he had just kept going. He had the funny feeling that if he stopped for long enough before reaching the safety of the elevator, he would find himself popped once more into that stupid automobile. Though he could manage the levers and buttons and the like now, he still preferred travelling on his own two feet. It had the added bonus today of distracting him from his busy thoughts, which, even after a good night's sleep and a slow breakfast, were still surprisingly busy. Being overheated and a little out of breath helped a great deal with worries and keeping his mind in order
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Ran turned slightly when she heard the voice greet her and, once again, found herself staring upwards, neck craned to a very odd angle. "Uh, hi there," she said with a half-forced smile, one hand still shoved deep into her bag. Eventually, she retrieved what she was looking for, a small metal hair clip -- slightly bent -- which Ran quickly pressed between both her lips as she swept her bangs off of her forehead with both her hands. "Mm," she said, the hair clip pinched between her teeth, thus making her words hard to form. "Yesh, I pfressed vuh vuddon." To clarify she gave a short nod towards the elevator
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"Just Reverie, please," he said, giving Argent a small, welcoming smile all the while thinking about totally unconnected things. That was a talent he'd discovered almost immediately - it was easy to think about something and appear to be thinking about something more relevant to the actual topic of discussion. "Either way, hello, Argent. I see you've already met this young lady here, but I'm sad to say I have not had the honor." He turned back to Ran and gave her a sort of introductory once-over, noting the skepticism in her eyes, the lines of a cynic in her young face. Curious, he thought to himself, but did not allow the thought to arrive onto his face
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Argent smiled again. It seemed the easiest and safest facial expression to be making at the moment. Reverie had never been anything but pleasant or understandably curious around him, but it was hard to forget the immediacy and intensity of Bastet's reaction the first time they had ever met. And, regardless, Argent knew a little something about how appearances could be deceiving
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Ran blinked at Argent as he nudged her forward into the elevator; the thru-line of logic as to why he was joining them on their ride down was not entirely clear to her. She wondered if maybe this an attempt on his part to be ingratiating or charming. Or maybe this was some strange quirk in his personality, something impulsive and whimsical about himself that allowed him to be okay with doing it, just because he could. Or maybe it was simply a case of him having way too much free time on his hands. Whatever the reason, it bewildered Ran, and she allowed it -- if only for a moment -- to show on her face as she looked at him, before looking off and up at Reverie with a tiny shrug.
As she strode past the small panel set into the wall just beside the door, Ran pressed the button meant for the Access Point that opened up onto the floating islands. "You know," she said, settling against the back wall, tugging at her clothes and arranging her bag so it felt more settled, "I don't know what your excuse is," and as she said so she raised
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Individuals who can walk on walls or put their fist through them...?
Reverie underlined that in his mental notes and promised himself to return to it. He chuckled, though, and nodded. "I can understand that, Argent." He followed both of them into elevator and leaned against the wall, his hands idly fiddling in his pockets. "As for my excuse -" his tone mirrored her's in that slightly sharp sort of way. "-it is my day off. I usually do work, and I'm not one to shirk my duties
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Argent took the open space next to Ran, placing his back to the wall and his hands carefully sandwiched into the small of his back and himself between Ran and Reverie in general. He kept his expression mildly pleasant and tilted his head in the direction of whom ever was speaking. When Reverie pulled something out of his pocket, it flashed bright silver in the, admittedly, somewhat muted daylight of the elevator interior. Argent's eyes swivelled towards it, noting its shape and watching the coin dance between Reverie's fingers with what looked like hazy disinterest
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Street magician, Ran though, quirking an eyebrow at Reverie as he went about making the coin dance -- disappearing and reappearing as if out of thin air, even though Ran knew that it was merely sleight of hand. That means he's at least on some level some kind of hobo. Employment or not. In her brain, this won Reverie several more points, though she found the way that he spoke -- almost infuriatingly polite -- more than mildly off-putting. "Well," she said, tilting her head to one side as she pushed herself away from the wall slightly in Reverie's direction, "I suppose what they say is right, then. 'One man's trash is another man's treasure'? Though," and her voice shifted now into flat, practiced unamusement, "around here, it's more like: 'One tree's trash is another woefully-displaced and whitewashed individual's treasure', right
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Despite how factual Ran had sounded, it brought a warm, amused sort of smile as he tugged on a ragged sleeve, pulling some of the threads away. Maybe he'd figure out some way to make the coat halt it's everpresent deterioration, but for now, it would do as is. He dropped coin back into his pocket and nodded. "I think the things in the junkyard come from people here - remnants of pasts of those alive or otherwise. But it's just an amusing supposition on my part, really. It's hard to find proof of anything here." He glanced up and then down, as if looking for the answers in the tips of the trees or the deep roots, even though he knew answers could be found much, much closer. He opened to answer Argent, but the lurch of the elevator upset his thoughts, even if it didn't upset his balance.
He looked at Ran and Argent about a moment after the elevator stopped it's wild descent, and upon realizing that they were probably not at the scrapyard or wherever Ran worked, a thin line pressed across his face. He firmly believed that nothing in
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As she strode past the small panel set into the wall just beside the door, Ran pressed the button meant for the Access Point that opened up onto the floating islands. "You know," she said, settling against the back wall, tugging at her clothes and arranging her bag so it felt more settled, "I don't know what your excuse is," and as she said so she raised ( ... )
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Reverie underlined that in his mental notes and promised himself to return to it. He chuckled, though, and nodded. "I can understand that, Argent." He followed both of them into elevator and leaned against the wall, his hands idly fiddling in his pockets. "As for my excuse -" his tone mirrored her's in that slightly sharp sort of way. "-it is my day off. I usually do work, and I'm not one to shirk my duties ( ... )
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