Multiverse Tripping

[ex_fatalist246]

Characters: Satoshi and YOU
Location: Across the Multiverse
Time: Throughout the day
Summary: Because people can be sent through worlds at random times, Satoshi basically spends an entire day hopping between assorted worlds.
Warnings: None so far.

[Okay!! Just comment here, starting off describing your character doing whatever, and Satoshi will randomly appear beside them. It will be a hijinks-ensuing adventure in multiversal hops. Use prosey logs or brackety spam style, whatever you prefer.]

Comments

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

I-

[She freezes. Utterly, utterly still]

...I offered.

[ex_fatalist246]

To barter. [Yes, he's through with pretending it wasn't him.] But that's not the same thing. If telling people your problems... the things that haunt you... the things that make you pretend to be who you aren't... [He remembers what she said, and he looks her in the eyes] If it's so great, then why would you only do it to get something out of me?

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[...Damn.]

[She feels the distinct urge to step back; or even to jump on the curiously watching horse and head for the hills... But instead she stands her ground; tightens her jaw slightly and tries not to look a tiny bit lost.]

...That's different, I would die if I acted like I was brought up.

[ex_fatalist246]

[Satoshi won't give ground now. She's not the only one with her life on the line.] We keep secrets because we have to. And even if it hurts, if it's our choice, it's all right. You are . . . free to ask whatever you want from me. But it's my choice if I answer.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[She considers this... And realizes, quite frankly, that he's right. That if she won't share freely then she cannot expect more from him. And that they both obviously have secrets that they want to keep.]

[...Which is a pity; because two of them is just unfair to the universe]

Satoshi...

[Pause] ...You are also free to ask what you want from me; I am willing to tell you.

[ex_fatalist246]

[There's silence for a moment as he looks at her. And then he nods.] All right. I want to know what you were going to say that day, in the forest.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Why I do it?

[She thinks back.]

...Have you ever noticed that stupid people get noticed a lot less then people who flaunt their intelligence everywhere?

[ex_fatalist246]

Only if they don't flaunt their stupidity. [But he does understand what she means.]

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Accents too; if you say, for example...

[Her voice changes; becomes very posh to its proper degree.]

Greetings, may I enter your humble abode.

[Her shoulders lower slightly] As opposed to...

'lo, ya have a charmin' house. Can I come in?

[And she sighs, stands a bit straighter again and returns to only a faint sort of accent.] People will judge you differently.

[ex_fatalist246]

People think class and place are important.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Of course they do.

...If you're a necromancer you're automatically hated on my world. No exceptions, no thought.

[ex_fatalist246]

Why?

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

The past is a powerful thing. Better to be seen as utterly stupid than raped, beaten and brutally murdered for my ancestors' cruelties.

[ex_fatalist246]

[As important as it is, he doesn't speak on it. He just nods.] No one knows that on the Plane.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

[She's grateful, really.] I didn't know that at the start, did I? It seemed too far gone to drop it when I figured that out.

...Nobody knows about you on the Plane.

[ex_fatalist246]

[A pause, and then,] That doesn't help.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Nobody knowing?

[ex_fatalist246]

Whether or not they know about my world, it can affect them.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

...Is it to do with the winged man?

[ex_fatalist246]

[For a moment, silence. Then:]

Yes.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

He was you, wasn't he?

[ex_fatalist246]

[There's an actually visible frown.] Sort of.

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

Sort of? [She's waiting.]

[ex_fatalist246]

[He adjusts his glasses.] Is there anywhere quieter we could go?

[lovethepossum.livejournal.com]

...Of course.

Just let me tell my friends, first.

[And she sets off, picking up her skirts and leaving her horse behind with a glare. You are free to follow, Satoshi, though her visit will be brief and with a few longing looks at Sophia.]