[ Laedo works. Rolls off the tongue real easy, short and sweet. It reminds him of soldiers in the field - surnames, sharp and direct. Gunnar, Vasquez, Dough-Boy. Not that the last one was a surname, more a nickname. A memory, that rises up in the back of his mind like an itch. He shudders, as it flows over him. Soldiers in the field. Kids, like the kids here in the mines. Trained up for battle, the way these kids were just fucking around the way stupid kids just did.
The rest of it is just --
it's a lot. ] Christ. Go on and pretend I understood that for now.
[ There are better, more important things to do than grill a golden-looking fellow about the details of what he is, what he means. Goddesses. He'll ask him later, there's something in his eyes - undeniable, deep-seated curiosity. The same sort of gut-deep motivation that's lead him into any number of dangerous situations. It's obvious he wants to know more. ]
I've been in a lot of places that require some sense of direction. Recording shit's... second nature to me now.
[ Hand in his bag, he pulls out a laminated card on a cord. Tied neat along one of the bag's zippers. A press pass, which he holds up. He doesn't know if it'll mean anything, here. ]
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[ Laedo works. Rolls off the tongue real easy, short and sweet. It reminds him of soldiers in the field - surnames, sharp and direct. Gunnar, Vasquez, Dough-Boy. Not that the last one was a surname, more a nickname. A memory, that rises up in the back of his mind like an itch. He shudders, as it flows over him. Soldiers in the field. Kids, like the kids here in the mines. Trained up for battle, the way these kids were just fucking around the way stupid kids just did.
The rest of it is just --
it's a lot. ] Christ. Go on and pretend I understood that for now.
[ There are better, more important things to do than grill a golden-looking fellow about the details of what he is, what he means. Goddesses. He'll ask him later, there's something in his eyes - undeniable, deep-seated curiosity. The same sort of gut-deep motivation that's lead him into any number of dangerous situations. It's obvious he wants to know more. ]
I've been in a lot of places that require some sense of direction. Recording shit's... second nature to me now.
[ Hand in his bag, he pulls out a laminated card on a cord. Tied neat along one of the bag's zippers. A press pass, which he holds up. He doesn't know if it'll mean anything, here. ]