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[vinovidivici]

[The NV has been propped up on a desk to film the interior of one of the starter apartments, or more specifically the occupant who has just switched it on. He leans back into his chair and seems to be taking everything in his stride; it’d be hard to tell he just got here if it weren’t for the streaks of pitcher’s mound dust on his coat and one of

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[makes_asteroids]

[Rail Tracer. Czeslaw. Damn. He's leaving RIGHT NOW to go get his friend. He'd deal with promises made and favours later.]

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[vinovidivici]

[Woah, a reaction! Not a very friendly one but that's mitigated by the fact that it's coming via shiny futuristic tech.]

If you don't get the point then... it's your mind that has the problem, right?

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[vinovidivici]

Yeah, I heard from the greeter about the Darkness. [He adds a comedy-horror rasp to his voice on the last word] Don't you worry, I do most of my thinking with my feet.

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[evaluative]

[ Even before those names, "Rail Tracer" or "Vino" are used, he knows who he is looking at. After all, Huey had followed him for a time, had observed him to find someone worth using. Not that it had worked, but that was a minor setback. One that seems to have been completely fixed by this "core" here. ]

Your name is Claire Stanfield, correct?

[ He knows already, but he wants to give him that chance to escape if he so chooses. He wants to see what this Rail Tracer will do. ]

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[vinovidivici]

[...]

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[vinovidivici]

Guess that decides it! My reputation precedes me into completely different worlds. [and there's not much point going by an alias if your real name is out there already] Claire Stanfield's getting resurrected.

[He gets over his surprise reasonably quickly. After all, even if it's a stranger they still live in his mind - why shouldn't he make a character who knows his name in this world?] I'm afraid I can't guess your name in return. Unless it's... Patrick?

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[evaluative]

[ So, he takes the news that he is known quite well. Typical raw materials would have had more fear or uncertainty about this-- but he's known that Claire Stanfield is not typical raw materials. In this way, he is definitely quite an improvement.

Though it does only make sense that Claire does not know him. ]

My name is Huey Laforet.

[ The introduction is years later than he had intended, and under different circumstances. However, that does not change his intentions. ]

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[stoicloyalty]

[ His voice is more recognisable than his appearance, and his actions hover on the middle ground between the two. It only takes a second for the three combined to yank Chane attention away from the brief doubt and apathy of watching a person who is not him on the page. Both times she had encountered him in the past, his words seized her harder than any physical attribute ever could (another person being drenched in blood is not a trait for other assasins to mind).

Now, she gauges and remembers his movements with a steady eye, and his final words-- they leave her silent, more silent, as though her pulse and breath and thoughts all ceased before the image of this man. Rail Tracer. He confirmed it himself so she would not have to.

Without a moment longer of hesitation, her fingers tap at the yet-unused video function of the NV, and she gazes earnestly into the recording device, suddenly unsure of what this function requires (even such a motion as blinking seems lively and animated, coming from that man). She does not leave words for

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[vinovidivici]

[For a moment he just breathes. He was prepared to search the city, to scour it for a girl who might not remember who he was, who might have been made anew in this world in some strange and unfamiliar way which he would make familiar. He was prepared to will her into existence there, to become the Pull for her if she could not be found, for the sake of that promise. He wasn't ready to see her image projected into the air in a decrepit room which he had only just arrived in, with that expectant look on her face.]

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[vinovidivici]

... Whaddid I tell ya? Guess I just can't imagine a world without you anymore, Chane!

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[stoicloyalty]

[ Just as she could not have closed hers off and expelled the memory of him. The moment of her appearance in the video recording before he responded nearly gave way to her doubts-- is this too risky, am I now vulnerable, what if my world no longer has a part in his-- but for now, she lays them to rest, softens her expression.

Soon it feels as though she's gazing at him too intensely, watching him while she can, and she turns off the video before an uncomfortable sense of self-awareness can settle in for long, instead favouring her pen for communication (even if she remembers how well he can read her looks). ]

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[wishgrant]

[ oops distracted by another person having red hair!! ;u; this is a big thing for him. ]

You're from America?

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[vinovidivici]

Yeah, kinda from all over it, actually. But New York originally. What about you, kid?

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[wishgrant]

I'm from England!

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[vinovidivici]

[cute kid]

That's pretty far! Are your folks here with ya?

[The last time he met a cute kid who was in a strange place alone he turned out to be neither cute nor a kid. This is in the back of his mind when he asks.]