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[ open ] drifting along with the tumblin' tumbleweeds

CHARACTERS: Chihiro Ogino & ???
DATE: Early October.
WARNINGS: A TUMBLEWEED.
SUMMARY: Chihiro works at the church graveyard for extra cashmonies, and assorted adventures (in comments)...!

[ Chihiro straightens up, wiping the back of her wrist across her forehead while her hat slips back and dangles from around her neck. It's not as hot here as she'd thought it would be, once she got used to the weather; it even rained earlier, leaving things damp and smelling like earth. She's dressed in a green checkered shirt and brown vest, wearing whatever casual work-pants she'd been able to find in around her size at the tailors. She needs a belt to keep them up, and has rolled up the legs until they leave a few inches above her booted ankles.

She has a bucket of water and a ladle sitting next to the gate into the cemetery behind the church; with her gloved hands filled with weeds as big as she is, she marches back on over toward the entrance. Her hat bobs at the back of her neck as she goes, bouncing harder when she trips over a mostly hidden grave marker. Chihiro yelps, pinwheeling her arms as she disappears into a cluster of overgrown weeds and the odd tumbleweed with a crunching thump.

Pushing back up, she's gained a new smudge of dirt across her cheek. She wraps her arms around the tumbleweed and carries it and her initial fistful of weeds toward the gate in an awkward waddle. Her determination to get this task achieved goes a long way to explain just how dirty she's managed to get in the process. Still, not having anyone tend to the graves of the dead feels wrong. The cemetery is larger than the number of people it holds, so what she could get away with ignoring is a pretty large area, but if she's in for a penny...

... she may as well make sure to earn her keep between doing what it is that ALASTAIR requests from them. She doesn't have to share these people's faith to do that much. Unfortunately, as she gets to the gate, she shoves the tumbleweed over the top and watches a passing gust of air pick it up and send it tumbling straight at whomever might be passing through. ]

Look out!

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Chihiro wasn't sure she had any idea what fracking fields were, outside of knowing they were related to mining, and were why this planet was suffering from increasing instability. She pulled the brim of her hat down as she stared out across the fields of bare metal structures and broken, dried up ground. From where they stood closer to the mountains, partway up a slope near one of a series of three caves this supposed fragmented disc resides in, Chihiro can't help but shiver.

"It all looks so dead," she said, nails digging into the brim of her hat. "Why would any records from that long ago be out here anyway? Unless they were moved."

It was part of the mystery that information on why ALASTAIR had flagged this planet centuries before it was colonized and brutally utilized for Qorral mining efforts could be found in the middle of that brutality and its costs. Repressing another shudder, she looked up the narrow path as it wound along close to a sheer face of the barren mountain rock.

"Can you tell how much farther we have to go?" Working with her new teammate (and friend, as far as Chihiro was hoping) had meant hiking out from town early that morning. By now, it was heading toward midday, and their coordinates were frustratingly unhelpful for explaining the difference between a surface fragment and a subterranean fragment. "I think there's another cave up around the bend..."

Maybe it wasn't the best idea to bring along a little girl on such a perilous quest. But Shuyi believed a little adventure would have done her some good when she was young enough to appreciate the thrill of exploring the world just beyond her backyard. And, mostly, she was living up to her reputation as the Queen of Terrible Ideas.

The scenery was so much like home that it hardly bothered her. Too much dead things and not enough life to reassure the human heart. She took slow, wide steps, always testing the ground with one foot while never leaning her full weight against it until she was sure. She could focus on the movements, the mission, the purpose and never let fear trouble her heart.

It was only when she noted the girl's shudder that she rested a hand against her friend's back, yes, friend. Of course.

"I do not know." Isn't honesty always the best policy? She turned to look at the bend Chihiro pointed out. "It could be someone's home. Let us go knock!"

Honesty was the simplest policy, though not necessarily the kindest or easiest to maintain. Chihiro glanced up at Shuyi when she felt her hand on her back, humming under her breath. She was an attentive listener if nothing else.

"I don't know that caves have doors," she said, but the idea of knocking on one twitched her lips into a small sort of smile. "I didn't bring any welcome gifts." It was a poor attempt at joking around over what would have been important if she was actually worried about visiting a neighbor unannounced. And were about ten years older.

She started forward, arms out to her sides to help keep her balance walking over the loose rock and stone cascading over the path ahead. When her feet started to slide, she locked her knees, leaning uphill until her slide downward stopped.

Some two meters down.

"Woah — um, be careful!" Hiking back up to the level she started out on, Chihiro angled onward toward the curve and away from the drop downward.

Shuyi attempted to catch her friend when the little girl started to tip over the edge, but failed to catch her in time to stop her from sliding down. Heart in her throat, she dropped to her knees by the side of that slope, exhaling in relief only when Chihiro stopped. Safe and sound, for now. She laughed, giddy from the momentary rush of adrenaline.

"You are so keen to beat me to our friend's home in the cave!" If they say it often enough, maybe it would be true, that whatever lived in the cave would be a friend.

But the way to get ahead was down and onward, so she swung her feet over the slope, the rocks crumbling under her weight before she even pushed, though she pretended as if it was intentional. She scored an almost graceful landing, knees bent before standing up with hands on her hips. Only then she noted the sand's slow but steady movement around their feet.

"Chihiro, you are sinking."

Chihiro glanced down, jerking her feet upward as if that would solve the present issue. She slogged forward, making negligible progress as she went. Her arms were stuck out at odd angles, keeping her balanced even as the world tried to fall out from under her.

"Is this quick sand?"

She was sinking in degrees, about ready to flop on her stomach to wiggle forward toward firm land.

It's strange how something that engulfs you so slowly that the eye can barely see it move would be called quicksand. But she knows she's sinking too, faster when she moves.

Shuyi slowly drops to all fours, hands and knees, and crawls toward Chihiro and reaching out her arm to pull her closer to the edge. The slopes should be safe. Rocks can break apart and tumble but it won't try to eat them like the sand.

"Not quicker than you, Chihiro," her way of saying, you can do this! "A little more, reach for my hand!"

Chihiro drops down as well, reaching out with her arm for Shuyi's hand. It's difficult, when her knees slowly start sinking and her other hand starts to slide beneath the shifting grains of sand. Difficult, but not impossible. With a determined look on her face, she squirms and flops forward, smaller hand latching on to Shuyi's.

"This is almost like at the beach, but without the water," she says, as if the aside will help normalise the way she's slowly sinking into sand with zero water in evidence. She's spreading her weight around as her stomach touches the ground, stopping her knees and hand and feet from sinking in quite the same way. Better weight distribution appears to be helping. As soon as she gets a sense that Shuyi has a hold on her, she'll be likewise squirming toward her partner in finding the disc fragment they were out here to find.

Hopefully in the unoccupied cave. Away from any other (slow) quicksand pits. Or live rockslides.

Shuyi manages a laugh when Chihiro compares their current troubles to a day at the beach, without the water, her regret about bringing a little girl to this apparently dangerous mission quickly replaced by relief. Because all alone with quicksand about her ankles, she thinks she might have given up, but now this feels like an adventure, with a friend. Fun rather than terrifying. She grabs hold of the girl's hand with a little too much force, afraid of having her slip away again, then she pulls her close, hoping to lead her toward the edges where the rocks are behind her.

There's sand in her mouth, in the folds of her clothes and everywhere by the time she follows, wading through the fluid ground to reach more stable ground. She heaves a sigh and lets herself rest a moment before looking up toward the cave again. Something glints in the sun right by its entrance, and she chuckles.

"I think I see a doorknob."

Her firm hold is reassuring, forceful or otherwise. She's experienced enough surprising encounters in the last few weeks where she's been dragged around or doing the dragging, having firm contact simply drives home how they're not alone. Face set in a look of determination, she reaches solid ground, sand falling off even as it clings. She can feel it down her shirt, in her pants, her hair, on her teeth, but aside from spitting to get sand out of her mouth, it's the sand in her shoes that drives her nuts.

Plopping down, she yanks off one boot to pour out a small mountain of sand, craning her head back at Shuyi's comment. "I hope no one answers when we knock. I didn't bring a welcome gift." Yanking her boot back on, she shoots Shuyi a grateful grin. "Thanks. That stuff was scarier than TV ever made it sound."

The adventurous feeling is alive and well in her heart. This will all end up being a funny story to share later on. Repeating the process of dumping sand from her other boot, Chihiro stood. More sand fell from folds of her uniform, absently brushed away as she held out a hand to her friend. "Let's go see if we're rude guests or not."

Regardless of her hand being accepted, Chihiro shakes her head and marches gamely on. Surprisingly there is a door at the cave; partly buried, rusted away, with only the strange metal of the locking mechanism and handle still intact. There's not much to knock. The cave beyond is still and quiet, dark and musty in the way of old dry things.

"Hello? Is anyone in there?" Nothing stirs at her call. Chihiro looks to Shuyi, tipping her head to the side as if to say, what can you do?

"The promise of a gift can be just as pleasant," as long as the receiver believes the promise would be kept and eventually fulfilled. Shuyi knocks gently on the door, dislodging clouds of dust from its surface, and waits a moment before reaching for the handle. The anticipation, the journey rather than the destination, can outweigh the results. These thoughts keep her from turning the handle in her hand for a moment, looking to Chihiro for permission, some kind of affirmation.

"It's locked," she says, pulling her hand away. "Would it be rude to wait inside?"

Her question's hypothetical, considering her curiosity outweighs her patience by a factor of nine, always. She rests her palm against the locking mechanism and seems to push against it, expelling more sand and rust into the air along with the briefest electric blue spark. Something inside it breaks apart with a crunch and the door almost seems to slump deeper into the ground with a creak. It's unlocked.

She doesn't answer beyond a small nod of her head when Shuyi glances her way, approving of whatever course of action they might take going forward. It almost feels like a fable; invite themselves in to a forgotten, dilapidated home. Questing after an object, a goal, and hoping to find it in the twists and turns that led them to this point.

Mostly, Chihiro blinks at the crunching sound, shaking her head and gesturing at the door. "After all this time, I think it'd be stranger to wait outside."

She reaches forward, snaking an arm in to push against the door, forcing it inward a few degrees. Beyond it, nothing stirs as more than a faint whispering of some small body skittering away from the slit of light illuminating the inside. "We'd have to be here to explain the door anyway."

The inside, once they get the door open wide enough to allow for their passage, is an odd mixture of carved stone and crumbling, intact metal and wooden structures. A table here, two chairs, one collapsed on the ground and thoroughly rusted. Papers so dry and old that the brush of a moth's wing will be enough to disintegrate them where they lay. Animal droppings mingle with dust and sand strewn across the floor. Everything smells musty, but dry. Ancient bundles of herbs have become partial remnants of themselves where they're hung on the far wall, right where the curve of the back of this hobbit-hole cave twists off to the left.

"Woah... how has any of this survived so long? Do you think this is just from the Qorral, maybe?"

Edited (what was that even) 2016-10-18 07:41 (UTC)

Shuyi peeks inside through the gap in the door, breath held in anticipation, but not from fear. Despite their recent brush with danger, it feels impossible to her that this cave would contain any threat. This is, was, a shelter. It served its purpose well enough during its time to be lovingly decorated, longed for during moments its residents spent away from it.

"The Qorrals, or someone before them?"

Leaning her shoulder against the door, she pushes it further back so they can both enter. The place has been left uninhabited for so long that rust has nearly melded it into the surrounding stone. She slips in while coughing out the dust she accidentally inhaled, chuckling when she spots a spider plushie resting against the wall. She keeps the thought that the owner must have died some time ago to herself.

"Look!" She crosses the room to pick it up and gingerly blow away any dust from its surface. That's when something falls out of its eight legs: a small wheel rolling away into the darkness, trailing a black tape in its wake. "Is that--?"

Does either of them know what a holodisc even looks like?

"I'm not sure. The Qorrals have been here three decades, haven't they? This place feels older..."

Chihiro has no idea, but as she's followed Shuyi into the room with one hand clasped over her nose and mouth to keep her inhalation of dust to a minimum. She peers around the space with keen interest, keeping her hands to herself while her eyes roam the lightened shadows. Where they are is perched close enough on the border to where Boneyard Junction was in reality to mean it well could have been an earlier settler and their family who lived here, abandoning it when the town had been moved. Idly, she thinks they need to make sure to tell people not to come this way if they're trying to get out toward the place beyond the Fracking Fields. Sinkholes and landslides...

Buried rooms with their unburied treasures. She watches the odd wheel go rolling away, trailing black, and Chihiro starts forward in surprise. "The holodisc? Um, I don't know if those have tape..." Is she looking at tape? She ducks down and reaches for the wheel that rolled away, picking it up and looking at what feels like a reel of audio tape. "This looks like it's from a tape recorder. Is that what it's supposed to look like?"

She squints at it in her hand, holding it out for Shuyi to stare at as well. The ribbon of tape dangles down, linking the two of them with its winding length.

[Saitama hears her yell, but her words didn't quite reach his brain, so he looks toward her.]

Huh?--

[And there, there was a face full of a tumbleweed that was bigger than his own head. He sputters and knocks it away--

Only to get hit with weeds that followed after the tumbleweed. Was there even a point to brushing those away or would something worse follow...?]

[ Chihiro hits the fence line after he's been pelted with tumbleweed and weeds, blanching and clutching her own collection of weeds close to her chest. ]

I'm sorry! Are you hurt? The tumbleweeds here are out of control!

[ By which she means they're large and move around without consulting anyone except the wind. ]

[ Tasks given by ALASTAIR are usually met with some apprehension from Alice since their previous stunt back in February. Having suffered from misadventures in a false reality before (even of her own construction) it was met with wariness. She was not opposed to any sort of hard work, but for the moment to chase away loneliness, Alice was exploring.

It's only through her own curiosity and luck that she's happened to wander near the church and graveyard, not overly fond of the church, rather than a graveyard. While prone to get lost in her own thoughts, she does hear the voice that cries out, catching how young it sounds.

Youths in distress are more of a priority than a tumbleweed, but, oh, that's a big tumbleweed and leaves Alice momentarily bewildered before scrambling to get out of the way. ]

Goodness!

[ She watches it roll by; there aren't any tumbleweeds (as far as she's seen) in London or Oxford. ]

What on earth is that...?

[ Chihiro holds on to her armful of weeds, letting out a breath of relief when she sees the young woman hasn't been smacked by the trespassing tumbleweed. She watches it bounce across the way behind the graveyard, tangling with a bush before inexorably rising up and over it, continuing to tumble along ignoring the world at large. ]

The Reverend called it a tumbleweed.

[ Chihiro offers, shaking her head as if she too finds it strange. (She does.) ]

He said they can knock you over if they catch you by surprise. I found that out earlier.

[ When one bowled her over from the side. ]

Can they now?

[ There may be a bit of a playful smirk on her face as she hears this. Carefully, she approaches, with her hands neatly folded in front of her as she observes Chihiro. Precocious, she thinks, as Alice wonders about her age and if any other adults know that she is here. Does she have a guardian? Does she consider any adult friends?

As Alice realizes her fretting is starting to get to her, she resumes to try and continue a friendly banter. ]

They don't seem very heavy! I hope that it didn't hurt.

[ But more importantly- ]

Are you doing this by yourself? Is anyone helping you?

[ Chihiro is lucky enough to consider a few adults friends, but as she brushes dirt off her front, bits of dry plant matter flaking and drifting to the ground, she shakes her head. ]

It didn't hurt, no. I'm not working alone, either! Not really.

[ She glances back toward the church. ]

The people who're also staying at the Reverend's are helping out around the church and his house. It's just my turn to help make things nicer, since the people who should be taking care of these graves haven't come back.

[ Going to the Deemers, whom the Reverend is so reluctant to speak about. Chihiro hasn't pressed. He's a gracious host. He's allowed to feel as he likes about the people abandoning this town. ]

[ What little of the Deemers Alice knows, she decides not to touch the subject, either, but more for the fact she's speaking to a child and would like to keep the conversation harmless. Graves are already a bit much for someone this young, in her opinion. ]

I'm glad that they didn't hurt you.

[ Well, mostly, from the sounds of it. She wonders what the Reverend is like. But for now- ]

Ah, would you like help with your turn? It looks like a lot of work by yourself and I have nothing to do.

[ She gives Alice a contemplative look, then nods her head, accepting the offer of help because she sees no reason not to. She gestures toward the gate, glancing back over her shoulder. ]

You're welcome to help as you like. The more who do, the faster it should go, I think.

[ Said with a smile before she turns and heads to where she'd been working on prying weeds up out of the ground. ]

I appreciate it too! Thank you —

[ WHOOP she yelps as she yanks a big weed out and is left falling on her rear with dirt flying through the air and a mass of attached roots resting in her lap. Er. ]

[Julius reacts as quickly as he can to avoid the incoming tumbleweeds.]

That was unexpected. Well, I'm happy enough that you warned me first. Otherwise I might be covered in weeds right now.

What are you doing out here anyways?

[He really needs to know this. It doesn't look like Chihiro's here for fun!]

[ She breathes out in a sigh of relief, glad for a familiar face... and for the fact he'd reacted so swiftly. ]

Good day, Julius-san! I've been working on weeding the cemetery and tidying the graves and markers. People who have their friends and family buried here have stopped attending to things since going off to be part of the group we're supposed to look into.

[ She confesses, setting down the rest of her weeds in a pile that's about calf high so far today. ]

The Reverend doesn't like talking about them. I think the people leaving like that make him sad.

It's understandable, Chihiro. You haven't taken up an easy job. Do you need a hand? I've got some time.

With the both of us working on the same task you'll finish much quicker. How does it sound?

[He won't help if she doesn't want it.]

[ She blinks up at him, dusting off some of the dirt clinging to her shirt. ]

I'd be happy for the help?

[ The unsure note in her voice is from a lack of familiarity with being asked by adults if they can help her with menial labour. ]

It's a lot of weeding. As long as you're okay with that?

Everyone has to work around here in some manner. That shouldn't be a problem. [He nods indicating it's fine.]

I'll make sure they're well handled. Don't worry. We'll get this job done and then we can rest afterwards.

[ Her smile remains small, but genuine at his declaration. Stepping forward, she helpfully unlocks and opens the gate to the cemetery, making a scooping gesture at Julius to invite him inside. ]

We don't need to get it all done today. I wanted to get this section finished, then move on to the next one tomorrow.

[ Turning around, she walked further into the cemetery, gesturing toward where the wees rise sharply out of the ground again, curling over dried flowers and dirt and dust and sand and other detritus gathered over the grave markers and gravestones. ]

In that case, let's take our time. There's no use rushing it.

[He follows Chihiro and observes her actions before he follows suit. ]

Are you really alright working out here in the field like this? Manual labor doesn't exactly strike me as something anyone would do on a whim.

[ She throws a curious look back over her shoulder. ]

What makes you think this is a whim?

[ She's... very sure this is necessary for earning her keep. Literally. Making her way to where she'd been weeding not long before, Chihiro pushes back her sleeves and kneels on the ground, using a trowel to dig at the ground around a particularly stubborn weed's roots. Dried leaves from nearby plants crackle and break off, pinky-nail sized leaves floating to the ground. ]

Most people your age wouldn't even think to touch work like this. I'm rather surprised by your good work ethic.

Were you always this diligent back home too? [If she was then that would explain mostly everything. He imagines that Chihiro must be a good student back at school. She's so well behaved. ]

No, not really.

[ She admits without more than a second's pause of consideration. She continues digging up the roots of the weed. ]

I made sure to do my work and take my share of classroom responsibility, but um... I don't think I chose to be diligent unless I had to be.

[ Lapsing into a general apathy toward such things had been a problem of her age. ]

That's fair. Working hard isn't so bad every now and then. I know you're doing your best, even though we just spoke briefly.

My first impression of you wasn't too far off the mark. [He helps her move the weeds over to the right place while speaking.]

[ Brushing dirt off her knees, she glances up at him, midway through heading back for the next batch of weeds to haul away. ]

Huh? Oh, no, I mean... I'm doing what we all are doing, I think.

[ Working hard in whatever ways they can. ]

I train in the mornings here with Master Anakin, so that I'm learning more about self defense. Then there's meditation. Plus chores. I've worked harder here than I've had to back home for the most part.

[ She braces herself to yank out another stubborn weed, shaking off the dirt attached to its roots and tamping it back down with one foot. ]

You've been learning self defense? How is it? [Working with dirt and weeds is kind of messy, Julius ends up getting some of it on his clothes. Not a big deal though. He just shrugs then pulls up more weeds.]

We did a lot of work here today already. [It might be time for a breather!!]

... Hard work.

[ She admits, though she doesn't sound like this is a bad thing. It's a factual sort of admission. ]

There's lots of sand punching involved.

[ Wiping the back of her wrist across her forehead, she straightens up with a sigh. ]

Ah... did you want any water, Julius-san?

Alright, sure. Do you need water too? We can take a five minute break and grab a glass.

It'll do us some good.[He'll ask about her training later. It sounded important.]

Mm! Yes, I would. I have some this way... we can find a second cup!

[ Banged up metal mugs are what she's been using, so as she opens the gate and leads the way back around to the church, she heads inside and off to one section to find the water she'd left there earlier in the morning. Julius is welcome to accompany her, or wait for her to reappear by the door, a canteen and two mental cups in her hands. ]

I'll stay close behind then. [He smiles once she prepares the drinks for them. ]

This will do just fine. Has the church been looking after you well? [It's been so long since he's last been to a chapel. A part of him feels unwelcome here, but that feeling's starting to go away because Chihiro's friendly.]

[ She gives him a quizzical look alongside the water cup. ]

Huh? Um, the Reverend has been kind. He didn't need to be, but he's been kind to all of us. So if that's what you're asking...?

That's what I meant to ask, yes. I don't normally visit chapels like this.

We're just strangers though. He doesn't have much to gain by helping us. It's a kind gesture.

[Maybe he'll go say thank you later.]

Mm, it goes both ways, too. We don't have a reason to ask if we can help, but some of us still have. There's kindness in all different places. Not all expected. That might be why it's so nice.

I believe that's the case. Kindness like that shouldn't be taken for granted. [It never should.]

I wish there was more we could help out. Do you think they'd mind it if we took another work load?

A work load like what?

[ She asks, sipping at her water. Mostly she's not sure if she's following his train of thought all that well. ]

It's good if we can help our hosts while we're here, I think. I don't know if that'll conflict with our mission or not.

It shouldn't. As long as we remember that our team's counting on us too we'll be fine.

We're going to help as many people as we can, I promise you that. [He sounds so confident and assured. They aren't going to let anyone down. ]

[Seeing as crashing at the munitions store has gone very well for him (read: not at all), Jin had opted instead for trying his luck with the kind old reverend. Today, he's headed over there to ask whether there's any room left in the inn, so to speak.

Which is just about when he almost catches a tumbleweed to the face.] Whoa!

[Instead of catching or shoving away the mass of brambles or away like a normal person, Jin's reflex goes directly to grabbing his bow off his back. He swats the tumbleweed away with the head of his bow, and it doesn't quite work like the perfect home run he's expecting it to be, but... it's good enough.

At least it was pretty fun. Jin looks a little surprised that it worked at all, a smirk creeping onto his face as he watches the thing bounce away.]

Thanks for the warning. [he says, waving over at Chihiro.] You're on the team too, yeah?

[ She drops her collected weeds on the pile she's been making since earlier in the morning, watching with wide eyes as the tumbleweed gets batted away with a bow. She makes a little noise of wonder, surprised at the inventive way of handling the situation.

Honest to goodness, she mostly expected people to dodge or duck under the bouncing roll of the dried up rolling bush. ]

Huh? Yeah! I am. I'm Chihiro.

[ She waves with her hand, all covered in dirt and weed stains and showing early signs of blisters. Problems for kids who didn't do lots of manual labour before. She has callouses to build. ]

[The real answer is that it was reflex— and that Jin’s a showoff, tbh.

The dirty-handed little wave is endearing, as is her association with his younger self: it’s a little bit like running into an old childhood friend you haven’t seen in a while, even if he knows that’s not quite what has happened here. He cracks a small smile.]

Jin. We met in Oska— messing with the tentacle thing in the lake? Wouldn’t blame you for not recognizing me, though.

[He shoulders his bow again, approaching her.]

What’re you working on?

[ her eyes widen appreciably. she's been meeting people again who she met as children, and for the most part, it's always been surprising. less so with anakin; he was one of the few she'd understood to be young, much as shizuo had been. what a duo to have met as their younger selves. still good people, but perplexed, and rightfully so, at her claims to knowing them from a time they had yet to see.

she wonders if she'd be any more accepting, or just as quick to deny. she feels like she'd want to ask, "what kind of woman am I? who do I grow up to be?"

she'll have to see that day by day. even on days with show-offs she met as a ten year old (perpetually her reality, until the day she acknowledges turning eleven). ]

You grew up well.

[ she announces with a clap of her dirty hands, smiling in gladness. she'd said the same to loki. she'd meant it; meant it in different ways, but she'd never been under the impression that jin was a god. ]

Um, graveyard tending. The people who used to care for their relatives have left.

[ she turns to the side, motioning back beyond where she stands now. it's quiet and simply said. there's no judgment, only the need to be useful, and the recognition that even these foreign style graves in this unfamiliar, alien graveyard deserve tending. these are someone's family. they mattered, and matter, even if this world is one that everyone has to abandon.

what a way to expand a cemetery. turn the whole world into a burial ground for itself. ]

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