No- I do, I do. [As if reassuring himself. There were two of them. Two brothers. One was the vampire, the other was the... the scientist. Yes, that was his face. Yes, that was his voice. The memories came quickly with that sort of aid.]
Memory. I need a cure for memory. I'd like to talk with you.
Meandering is hard when you can barely even think straight. But the knock on the door comes, eventually, and Yuca is there, standing on his doorstep, as quiet as ever.]
[A pause.]
You don't seem the carnival-going type.
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[Hollow, quiet.]
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[A statement of fact, not necessarily concern.]
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[He sounds so detached. It takes him a long moment before he realizes the situation enough to need to continue.]
The return of everyone's abilities was not... quite kind to everyone.
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[..he's not entirely sure how he should continue.]
You seem a bit out of place.
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[He shakes his head, trying to rid himself of it.]
Where are you? I'd like to see you.
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[But he considers Yuca curiously. He'd like to see him?]
You do know which Cabal brother you're speaking to, right?
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[He knows. At least, he thinks he does.]
No- I do, I do. [As if reassuring himself. There were two of them. Two brothers. One was the vampire, the other was the... the scientist. Yes, that was his face. Yes, that was his voice. The memories came quickly with that sort of aid.]
Memory. I need a cure for memory. I'd like to talk with you.
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[He repeats it softly, curiously. Obviously there is something not quite right about Yuca, and Johannes shrugs it off.]
Do you remember where my house is, or do I need to come fetch you?
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[He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.]
There is only one direction.
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That's.. a very nice metaphor, Herr Collabell, but it doesn't tell me if you need directions or not.
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[He stands, shakily, his eyes still not quite focused.]
No matter where I walk, I'll be there eventually. The world is only so large.
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Well, here.
[x,y]
In case you get tired of meandering aimlessly and decide to cheat.
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I like you.
[And the feed clicks off.]
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He'll simply be making tea, waiting for Yuca to arrive.]
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Meandering is hard when you can barely even think straight. But the knock on the door comes, eventually, and Yuca is there, standing on his doorstep, as quiet as ever.]
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