âš½// Introduction!
Name: CÃcera Teixeira [see-se-ra tae-shy-ra]
Pronouns: she/her
Languages: Portuguese, English
Born: 1971
Died: 1995 (age 24)
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âš½// Introduction!
Name: CÃcera Teixeira [see-se-ra tae-shy-ra]
Pronouns: she/her
Languages: Portuguese, English
Born: 1971
Died: 1995 (age 24)
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
*He returns an earnest gaze*
*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.
"Harder than going to space?"
Hmm... probably not quite as hard.
"Did you play a lot?
All the time!
"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*
Heh, sometimes.
*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"
Superstars? If I'm lucky.
"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"
Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.
"Why?"
Uh...dunno. Scheduling?
"Why do you have to schedule it?"
Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?
*he simply makes a confused noise at her*
There are eleven players on a football team, y'know.
"That many?" *he seems surprised at this, like he thought there would only be one or two*
Yeah! And you need two teams for a game of course, and also the audience for official matches!
"That's a whole lotta people"
Hell yeah it is! *she grins*
"Enough to run a starship?" He cocks his head curiously.
Too many for one starship!
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
*He returns an earnest gaze*
*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.
"Harder than going to space?"
Hmm... probably not quite as hard.
"Did you play a lot?
All the time!
"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*
Heh, sometimes.
*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"
Superstars? If I'm lucky.
"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"
Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.
"Why?"
Uh...dunno. Scheduling?
"Why do you have to schedule it?"
Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?
*he simply makes a confused noise at her*
There are eleven players on a football team, y'know.
"That many?" *he seems surprised at this, like he thought there would only be one or two*
Yeah! And you need two teams for a game of course, and also the audience for official matches!
"That's a whole lotta people"
Hell yeah it is! *she grins*
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
*He returns an earnest gaze*
*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.
"Harder than going to space?"
Hmm... probably not quite as hard.
"Did you play a lot?
All the time!
"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*
Heh, sometimes.
*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"
Superstars? If I'm lucky.
"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"
Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.
"Why?"
Uh...dunno. Scheduling?
"Why do you have to schedule it?"
Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?
*he simply makes a confused noise at her*
There are eleven players on a football team, y'know.
"That many?" *he seems surprised at this, like he thought there would only be one or two*
Yeah! And you need two teams for a game of course, and also the audience for official matches!
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
*He returns an earnest gaze*
*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.
"Harder than going to space?"
Hmm... probably not quite as hard.
"Did you play a lot?
All the time!
"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*
Heh, sometimes.
*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"
Superstars? If I'm lucky.
"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"
Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.
"Why?"
Uh...dunno. Scheduling?
"Why do you have to schedule it?"
Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?
*he simply makes a confused noise at her*
There are eleven players on a football team, y'know.
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
*He returns an earnest gaze*
*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.
"Harder than going to space?"
Hmm... probably not quite as hard.
"Did you play a lot?
All the time!
"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*
Heh, sometimes.
*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"
Superstars? If I'm lucky.
"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"
Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.
"Why?"
Uh...dunno. Scheduling?
"Why do you have to schedule it?"
Uh, because a lot of people have to be there?
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
*He returns an earnest gaze*
*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.
"Harder than going to space?"
Hmm... probably not quite as hard.
"Did you play a lot?
All the time!
"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*
Heh, sometimes.
*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"
Superstars? If I'm lucky.
"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"
Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.
"Why?"
Uh...dunno. Scheduling?
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
*He returns an earnest gaze*
*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.
"Harder than going to space?"
Hmm... probably not quite as hard.
"Did you play a lot?
All the time!
"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*
Heh, sometimes.
*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"
Superstars? If I'm lucky.
"No, like stars in the sky. Sirius, and Polaris, and those types?"
Oh, yeah, a lot games happen when it's dark out.
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
*He returns an earnest gaze*
*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.
"Harder than going to space?"
Hmm... probably not quite as hard.
"Did you play a lot?
All the time!
"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*
Heh, sometimes.
*He stops, giving her a curious glance* "Do you see stars when you play then?"
Superstars? If I'm lucky.
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
*He returns an earnest gaze*
*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.
"Harder than going to space?"
Hmm... probably not quite as hard.
"Did you play a lot?
All the time!
"Even when you were supposed to be sleeping?" *He bounces on his toes, humming softly to himself as he fidgets*
Heh, sometimes.
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
*He returns an earnest gaze*
*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.
"Harder than going to space?"
Hmm... probably not quite as hard.
"Did you play a lot?
All the time!
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
*He returns an earnest gaze*
*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.
"Harder than going to space?"
Hmm... probably not quite as hard.
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
*He returns an earnest gaze*
*she sighs* Yeah, it's really fucking hard.
[CÃcera's in an empty hall, keeping a soccer ball from touching the ground by repeatedly lifting it with her feet.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
*he makes a curious noise, poking his head in the hall and whistling cheerfully to her in greeting*
*she lets the ball drop and keeps a foot on it so it doesn't roll away*
Hey there. *she smiles* You like football?
*he scrambles forward, gait wobbly as he favors his left leg. He shakes his head, pulling out his notepad*
"I don't know what that is."
*she reads the paper and her eyes widen* You don't know what football is?? Oh, ah- soccer, do you like soccer?
*he blinks at her, shaking his head again*
"I don't know what that is either"
Wow. You must've really lived under a rock.
Well, it's a sport, a pretty popular sport, and a pretty awesome one too-
...Oh *he hums in thought*
"I wasn't allowed out of the house much."
Ahh, did your parents make you study a lot? I think I knew someone like that.
*he stares blankly at her in return, forgetting to even write out a response*
Uhh...is that a yes or a no?
"I didn't do any studying"
Oh, me neither! *she laughs* But what did you do, then?
"Mostly stay in my room and be quiet" *he shrugs*
...Okayy...well...you had to be doing something. Ooh, let me guess --- you're an artist!
*he nods excitedly*
I knew it! What kind of art do you make?
"Art of Star Trek, and rockets"
Ooh, cool!
*he trills happily*
"I like space things"
Space is cool. *she nods and smiles* Me, though, I'd prefer to stay on Earth.
*he cocks his head at her*
"Why?"
Well, lots of reasons. But the main reason is probably 'cause there's no football in space!
"Who says there can be?"
Well, there are no people in space, first of all.
"There is in the future, they just gotta figure out a way they can live there for longer that a few days first."
*he hums softly, rocking on his heels*
Well I'm not in the future, so it's irrelevant to me.
"Maybe it's the future now!"
That would suck.
I miss my team...
*he shrugs*
"Whats your team?"
*she grins brightly* The Brazil national women's team!
*he gives a curious whistle*
"You're from Canada?"
What? No, I'm from Brazil!
*he blinks at her*
"I don't know where that is"
Uh, in South America??
*he stares at her blankly*
It's one of the biggest countries in the world!
*He trills curiously*
C'mon, everyone knows Brazil!
"I don't"
Well why not??
*he shrugs*
"I don't know, maybe it's because I didn't go to school?"
Eh?? Were you homeschooled? Your parents did a terrible job, then.
*he shrugs again *
"Not really?"
What, so you just didn't have any education??
"Pretty much yeah"
Hoooooly shit. We've gotta fix that.
*he squints at her suspiciously*
"Only if Pa and Mr. Bones do the teaching."
Huh? Your dad is here?
"Not my real pa, he just acts like my pa."
Ohh. That's sweet. So do they know about your education situation?
*he shrugs cheerfully*
Well you should tell them, and ask them to help!
*he squints at her*
"I can read and write and math just fine, I don't need help"
You need to know a lot more than that! And I dunno about your writing being 'just fine'...
"Like what? And my writing is good!"
Ehh, your handwriting's kinda hard to read.
And there's tons of stuff to know! Like what South America is, for starters!
"And what noises baby alligators make?"
Sure! You can learn lots about animals!
"Baby alligators sound like laser guns" *he hums happily*
What?
"They do! You should go listen to them sometime!"
Eh, I dunno how I would do that.
"You don't have alligators wher you live?"
No. Also, I'm dead now.
"Being dead isn't all that bad"
Massive disagree.
"There's people here"
There were people when I was alive, too.
"I don't think there were this many when I was alive. I don't remember there ever being more than a few around>
There definitely were, you just didn't see them.
"Maybe there weren't though"
There were several billion!
"Where I lived?" *he looks at her skeptically* "Even at church there weren't this many people, and they were all stuck up pompous motherfuckers"
No dumbass, they were all over the world! See, this is why you need education!
*He glares at her*
What? I'm stating facts!
"I don't like these facts" *he stares at her stubbornly*
Well too bad, 'cause they're true!
*he petulantly sticks his tongue out at her*
What are you, five?
"I'm 18!"
You don't act like it.
*he gives her a look that says he's questioning bringing out his safety pin*
I won't treat you like a child if you don't act like one.
"I'm not!"
Then don't act like it!
"I'm not! I'm being normal!"
Normal adults admit...hm, well, okay, good adults will admit when they need to learn something.
*he squints at her*
"I don't know any of those"
Evidently.
*he crosses his arms, staring at her warily*
Whatever, man. *she lifts the soccer ball with her foot and goes back to keeping it off the ground*
*he watches, giving a little huff*
[she keeps juggling while speaking]
Staying for a show? Unfortunately, this isn't even a rehearsal.
*He tilts his head like a confused puppy*
Ahh, if only you could've see me play...
"When did you play?"
*she pauses to read*
Professionally, or in general?
"In general"
Hm, from nineteen eighty...two? To 1995.
"That's a long time"
Yeah, about half my life.
*he stares at her* "you were allowed to do that?"
Uh, yeah? I mean, my dad wanted me to study more, but eventually I proved I was good enough to get him off my back.
*he cocks his head to the side*
"How?"
Well, I made the national women's team, for one thing!
"Is that hard?"
*she gives him an 'are you fr' look*
[CÃcera is looking around the academy, peering out the windows and into random rooms.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
the view’s nice, yeah?
{a man stands in the hall, spiked up dark hair with the worst frosted tips you’ve ever seen. Who is this man’s barber wtf. He grins at the newcomer.}
Yeah, sometimes. This place is kinda lame though.
it’s the people that really make the place. I just saw five people sword fighting in the hallway an hour ago. {he shrugs.}
*she raises an eyebrow* Five people? All at once?
yeah. {probably not the first time he’s heard that.}
I don’t thinkkkk they got hurt? I mean a guy lost a thumb but, hey, who needs ‘em. I don’t need my leg… I guess.. { he wraps his fist onto the metal prosthetic leg.}
Ooh. Did you lose it somehow or were you born like that?
Lost it when I died in this freak incident where my race car blew up when I was inside it. I have some scarring on my left side and lost the leg, and I guess my life too. Something about shrapnel to the heart.
{Hoshi shrugs.}
Woah... I don't remember how I died. You were a race car driver?
Hell yeah I was! Part of the Cali Bracket from ‘96 to 99. … but, ah, sorry you don’t remember how you passed, dude.
Eh, dying young probably isn't a good memory anyway.
And hey, I'm from 1995!
Damn, outlived you just a bit. It’s cool to meet more people from the 90s though. Some of these guys are so.. ancient. Some of them are from the 1800s, and that shit is absurd to me..
That's insane!
Mhm.. heard rumors theres some people from the revolutionary war. It’s wack.
promise me you won’t be all fuddy duddy like those old prudes, will ya?
Oi, don't be mean to them. *she smacks his arm playfully*
It’s not unwarranted, dude.. some farm girl hit me with a shovel !
*she gives him a cheeky grin* You sure you didn't deserve it?
.. {he takes a moment to reflect, before doubling down}
Definitely not. She’s friends with the guy that I.. er. She’s friends with my former roommate so i definitely didn’t deserve it. {he huffs his chest.}
Uhh, I'm not sure that's a good enough reason. If anything, it sounds more like you deserved it now.
If you knew the full context, you’d be on my side, dude.
{he says, not giving any context.}
Okay, sooo... what's the context?
I almost dated my roommate but he couldn’t let his ex from life go and I didn’t wanna be a rebound or something like that. ..i think I’m skipping a few details.
Oof, sounds complicated.
*computer loading circle*
Wait, you almost dated your roommate??
….Yeahhhhh?? I know, I knowww. Stupid of me.
{he doesn’t even bother defending it.}
But he's a guy????
{Hoshi had been at Nevermore for too long that he forgot it wasn’t normal during the time he was alive to date men.}
…well. Right. Um. Apparently dating the same sex is kinda.. in. It’s more acceptable here.
Eh? Even with all the people from ages ago??
okay, well,, some people are still sorting through it. Some still aren’t okay with it. A few are having crises about it.
all of the above.. yada yada.. It’s.. like the world’s most culture-shocked melting pot, if that makes any sense.
Yeah, that makes sense.
{he nods, then groans about something for a moment, gritting his teeth.}
What's wrong?
Just a sec… right.. I’m good now. {he tries to shake his absent leg out to not much avail.}
...?
phantom pains.. er.. because the leg.
Ohh. Does it hurt a lot?
Sometimes because nerves and stuff.. aughh..
Are you nervous?
huh? {he tilts his head in confusion.}
Does it hurt right now because you're nervous?
..I dunno if those are correlated but yeah it kind of does.
You said it's bad sometimes because of nerves...
oh! No. No no. I mean like.. nerves! Like your nervous system. The things in your body that feel and react to stuff.
Ah, nervos!
Yeaah! Pretty much.
Is it hard to move around a lot?
sort of. It’s already kind of difficult but then there’s some days where it’s especially bad.
Probably can't play football, huh?
Yeah, not really. I was always more of a throwing sports kid than a kicking one anyway.
Which sport's your favorite?
Baseball, I’ve got a hell of a swing with a bat.
{he grins proudly, doing a pantomime of a bat swing motion.}
Ooh... [She's trying to look interested and probably not succeeding.]
Pfft. {he catches on quite immediately. Probably the first hint he ever got.}
What?
Sorry for boring you, heh. You don’t have to pretend.
Ah...sorry.
don’t be, it’s funny.
Hah, "funny".
{he grins awkwardly, hoping that was just playful sarcasm rather than her making fun of him.}
Did you play a lot?
sorta? I wasn’t exactly a professional, but it was a good time passer with me and my friends.
Racing was more of my profession.
Did you do any sports?
*her face lights up* Football!
{he rubs his eyes in some hypothetical annoyance.}
please tell me you mean the interesting kind and not the American Super Bowl kind..
*she laughs* The interesting kind, of course!
thank GOODNESS.
now.. {he grins.}
Didya do it professionally or is it just for fun? Favorite position for it?
Professional midfielder here! *she stands proudly*
Daaaamn, that takes guts.
win any awards?
Dunno, there's a lot I don't remember.
Ahh, I see. Heh, keep me updated though.
Sure. Uhh, what's your name?
…… OH.
{the revelation that he never told the stranger his name just hit him like a truck. Or, in his case, like debris from a race car exploding.}
I’m Hoshi Takeda. {he does some cheesy finger guns.}
I'm CÃcera Teixeira. Nice to meetcha.
Nice to meet you too!!
You're certainly nicer than some of the people I've met so far.
oh damn.. {he laughs at this with an expression as though he just got gut punched}
Ahh, dude, i think you should get excited then because there’s definitely nicer people here, I’m middle of the road.
Ey, don't sell yourself short. You've been pretty friendly.
Pftt, thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.
*she shrugs* Eh, not like I'd care if I was.
riiiiighhhht, heh. {he nudges.}
Just teasing.
*she tilts her head in confusion*
Because why wouldn’t you care hehe
Because it doesn't matter. [She says this as if it's somewhat obvious.]
{he decides to drop it, then looks around like an idiot because he doesn’t know what else to say.}
You hungry?
Now that you mention it.. yeah. Are you hungry too?
Yup.
well, let’s bounce then. Wouldn’t wanna wait for too long.
Aye aye, captain!
{they dart off to the kitchen.}
Ooh, I didn't know this was here.
[CÃcera is looking around the academy, peering out the windows and into random rooms.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
the view’s nice, yeah?
{a man stands in the hall, spiked up dark hair with the worst frosted tips you’ve ever seen. Who is this man’s barber wtf. He grins at the newcomer.}
Yeah, sometimes. This place is kinda lame though.
it’s the people that really make the place. I just saw five people sword fighting in the hallway an hour ago. {he shrugs.}
*she raises an eyebrow* Five people? All at once?
yeah. {probably not the first time he’s heard that.}
I don’t thinkkkk they got hurt? I mean a guy lost a thumb but, hey, who needs ‘em. I don’t need my leg… I guess.. { he wraps his fist onto the metal prosthetic leg.}
Ooh. Did you lose it somehow or were you born like that?
Lost it when I died in this freak incident where my race car blew up when I was inside it. I have some scarring on my left side and lost the leg, and I guess my life too. Something about shrapnel to the heart.
{Hoshi shrugs.}
Woah... I don't remember how I died. You were a race car driver?
Hell yeah I was! Part of the Cali Bracket from ‘96 to 99. … but, ah, sorry you don’t remember how you passed, dude.
Eh, dying young probably isn't a good memory anyway.
And hey, I'm from 1995!
Damn, outlived you just a bit. It’s cool to meet more people from the 90s though. Some of these guys are so.. ancient. Some of them are from the 1800s, and that shit is absurd to me..
That's insane!
Mhm.. heard rumors theres some people from the revolutionary war. It’s wack.
promise me you won’t be all fuddy duddy like those old prudes, will ya?
Oi, don't be mean to them. *she smacks his arm playfully*
It’s not unwarranted, dude.. some farm girl hit me with a shovel !
*she gives him a cheeky grin* You sure you didn't deserve it?
.. {he takes a moment to reflect, before doubling down}
Definitely not. She’s friends with the guy that I.. er. She’s friends with my former roommate so i definitely didn’t deserve it. {he huffs his chest.}
Uhh, I'm not sure that's a good enough reason. If anything, it sounds more like you deserved it now.
If you knew the full context, you’d be on my side, dude.
{he says, not giving any context.}
Okay, sooo... what's the context?
I almost dated my roommate but he couldn’t let his ex from life go and I didn’t wanna be a rebound or something like that. ..i think I’m skipping a few details.
Oof, sounds complicated.
*computer loading circle*
Wait, you almost dated your roommate??
….Yeahhhhh?? I know, I knowww. Stupid of me.
{he doesn’t even bother defending it.}
But he's a guy????
{Hoshi had been at Nevermore for too long that he forgot it wasn’t normal during the time he was alive to date men.}
…well. Right. Um. Apparently dating the same sex is kinda.. in. It’s more acceptable here.
Eh? Even with all the people from ages ago??
okay, well,, some people are still sorting through it. Some still aren’t okay with it. A few are having crises about it.
all of the above.. yada yada.. It’s.. like the world’s most culture-shocked melting pot, if that makes any sense.
Yeah, that makes sense.
{he nods, then groans about something for a moment, gritting his teeth.}
What's wrong?
Just a sec… right.. I’m good now. {he tries to shake his absent leg out to not much avail.}
...?
phantom pains.. er.. because the leg.
Ohh. Does it hurt a lot?
Sometimes because nerves and stuff.. aughh..
Are you nervous?
huh? {he tilts his head in confusion.}
Does it hurt right now because you're nervous?
..I dunno if those are correlated but yeah it kind of does.
You said it's bad sometimes because of nerves...
oh! No. No no. I mean like.. nerves! Like your nervous system. The things in your body that feel and react to stuff.
Ah, nervos!
Yeaah! Pretty much.
Is it hard to move around a lot?
sort of. It’s already kind of difficult but then there’s some days where it’s especially bad.
Probably can't play football, huh?
Yeah, not really. I was always more of a throwing sports kid than a kicking one anyway.
Which sport's your favorite?
Baseball, I’ve got a hell of a swing with a bat.
{he grins proudly, doing a pantomime of a bat swing motion.}
Ooh... [She's trying to look interested and probably not succeeding.]
Pfft. {he catches on quite immediately. Probably the first hint he ever got.}
What?
Sorry for boring you, heh. You don’t have to pretend.
Ah...sorry.
don’t be, it’s funny.
Hah, "funny".
{he grins awkwardly, hoping that was just playful sarcasm rather than her making fun of him.}
Did you play a lot?
sorta? I wasn’t exactly a professional, but it was a good time passer with me and my friends.
Racing was more of my profession.
Did you do any sports?
*her face lights up* Football!
{he rubs his eyes in some hypothetical annoyance.}
please tell me you mean the interesting kind and not the American Super Bowl kind..
*she laughs* The interesting kind, of course!
thank GOODNESS.
now.. {he grins.}
Didya do it professionally or is it just for fun? Favorite position for it?
Professional midfielder here! *she stands proudly*
Daaaamn, that takes guts.
win any awards?
Dunno, there's a lot I don't remember.
Ahh, I see. Heh, keep me updated though.
Sure. Uhh, what's your name?
…… OH.
{the revelation that he never told the stranger his name just hit him like a truck. Or, in his case, like debris from a race car exploding.}
I’m Hoshi Takeda. {he does some cheesy finger guns.}
I'm CÃcera Teixeira. Nice to meetcha.
Nice to meet you too!!
You're certainly nicer than some of the people I've met so far.
oh damn.. {he laughs at this with an expression as though he just got gut punched}
Ahh, dude, i think you should get excited then because there’s definitely nicer people here, I’m middle of the road.
Ey, don't sell yourself short. You've been pretty friendly.
Pftt, thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.
*she shrugs* Eh, not like I'd care if I was.
riiiiighhhht, heh. {he nudges.}
Just teasing.
*she tilts her head in confusion*
Because why wouldn’t you care hehe
Because it doesn't matter. [She says this as if it's somewhat obvious.]
{he decides to drop it, then looks around like an idiot because he doesn’t know what else to say.}
You hungry?
Now that you mention it.. yeah. Are you hungry too?
Yup.
well, let’s bounce then. Wouldn’t wanna wait for too long.
Aye aye, captain!
[CÃcera is looking around the academy, peering out the windows and into random rooms.]
-- @cicera-nevermore
the view’s nice, yeah?
{a man stands in the hall, spiked up dark hair with the worst frosted tips you’ve ever seen. Who is this man’s barber wtf. He grins at the newcomer.}
Yeah, sometimes. This place is kinda lame though.
it’s the people that really make the place. I just saw five people sword fighting in the hallway an hour ago. {he shrugs.}
*she raises an eyebrow* Five people? All at once?
yeah. {probably not the first time he’s heard that.}
I don’t thinkkkk they got hurt? I mean a guy lost a thumb but, hey, who needs ‘em. I don’t need my leg… I guess.. { he wraps his fist onto the metal prosthetic leg.}
Ooh. Did you lose it somehow or were you born like that?
Lost it when I died in this freak incident where my race car blew up when I was inside it. I have some scarring on my left side and lost the leg, and I guess my life too. Something about shrapnel to the heart.
{Hoshi shrugs.}
Woah... I don't remember how I died. You were a race car driver?
Hell yeah I was! Part of the Cali Bracket from ‘96 to 99. … but, ah, sorry you don’t remember how you passed, dude.
Eh, dying young probably isn't a good memory anyway.
And hey, I'm from 1995!
Damn, outlived you just a bit. It’s cool to meet more people from the 90s though. Some of these guys are so.. ancient. Some of them are from the 1800s, and that shit is absurd to me..
That's insane!
Mhm.. heard rumors theres some people from the revolutionary war. It’s wack.
promise me you won’t be all fuddy duddy like those old prudes, will ya?
Oi, don't be mean to them. *she smacks his arm playfully*
It’s not unwarranted, dude.. some farm girl hit me with a shovel !
*she gives him a cheeky grin* You sure you didn't deserve it?
.. {he takes a moment to reflect, before doubling down}
Definitely not. She’s friends with the guy that I.. er. She’s friends with my former roommate so i definitely didn’t deserve it. {he huffs his chest.}
Uhh, I'm not sure that's a good enough reason. If anything, it sounds more like you deserved it now.
If you knew the full context, you’d be on my side, dude.
{he says, not giving any context.}
Okay, sooo... what's the context?
I almost dated my roommate but he couldn’t let his ex from life go and I didn’t wanna be a rebound or something like that. ..i think I’m skipping a few details.
Oof, sounds complicated.
*computer loading circle*
Wait, you almost dated your roommate??
….Yeahhhhh?? I know, I knowww. Stupid of me.
{he doesn’t even bother defending it.}
But he's a guy????
{Hoshi had been at Nevermore for too long that he forgot it wasn’t normal during the time he was alive to date men.}
…well. Right. Um. Apparently dating the same sex is kinda.. in. It’s more acceptable here.
Eh? Even with all the people from ages ago??
okay, well,, some people are still sorting through it. Some still aren’t okay with it. A few are having crises about it.
all of the above.. yada yada.. It’s.. like the world’s most culture-shocked melting pot, if that makes any sense.
Yeah, that makes sense.
{he nods, then groans about something for a moment, gritting his teeth.}
What's wrong?
Just a sec… right.. I’m good now. {he tries to shake his absent leg out to not much avail.}
...?
phantom pains.. er.. because the leg.
Ohh. Does it hurt a lot?
Sometimes because nerves and stuff.. aughh..
Are you nervous?
huh? {he tilts his head in confusion.}
Does it hurt right now because you're nervous?
..I dunno if those are correlated but yeah it kind of does.
You said it's bad sometimes because of nerves...
oh! No. No no. I mean like.. nerves! Like your nervous system. The things in your body that feel and react to stuff.
Ah, nervos!
Yeaah! Pretty much.
Is it hard to move around a lot?
sort of. It’s already kind of difficult but then there’s some days where it’s especially bad.
Probably can't play football, huh?
Yeah, not really. I was always more of a throwing sports kid than a kicking one anyway.
Which sport's your favorite?
Baseball, I’ve got a hell of a swing with a bat.
{he grins proudly, doing a pantomime of a bat swing motion.}
Ooh... [She's trying to look interested and probably not succeeding.]
Pfft. {he catches on quite immediately. Probably the first hint he ever got.}
What?
Sorry for boring you, heh. You don’t have to pretend.
Ah...sorry.
don’t be, it’s funny.
Hah, "funny".
{he grins awkwardly, hoping that was just playful sarcasm rather than her making fun of him.}
Did you play a lot?
sorta? I wasn’t exactly a professional, but it was a good time passer with me and my friends.
Racing was more of my profession.
Did you do any sports?
*her face lights up* Football!
{he rubs his eyes in some hypothetical annoyance.}
please tell me you mean the interesting kind and not the American Super Bowl kind..
*she laughs* The interesting kind, of course!
thank GOODNESS.
now.. {he grins.}
Didya do it professionally or is it just for fun? Favorite position for it?
Professional midfielder here! *she stands proudly*
Daaaamn, that takes guts.
win any awards?
Dunno, there's a lot I don't remember.
Ahh, I see. Heh, keep me updated though.
Sure. Uhh, what's your name?
…… OH.
{the revelation that he never told the stranger his name just hit him like a truck. Or, in his case, like debris from a race car exploding.}
I’m Hoshi Takeda. {he does some cheesy finger guns.}
I'm CÃcera Teixeira. Nice to meetcha.
Nice to meet you too!!
You're certainly nicer than some of the people I've met so far.
oh damn.. {he laughs at this with an expression as though he just got gut punched}
Ahh, dude, i think you should get excited then because there’s definitely nicer people here, I’m middle of the road.
Ey, don't sell yourself short. You've been pretty friendly.
Pftt, thanks. You’re not too bad yourself.
*she shrugs* Eh, not like I'd care if I was.
riiiiighhhht, heh. {he nudges.}
Just teasing.
*she tilts her head in confusion*
Because why wouldn’t you care hehe
Because it doesn't matter. [She says this as if it's somewhat obvious.]
{he decides to drop it, then looks around like an idiot because he doesn’t know what else to say.}
You hungry?
Now that you mention it.. yeah. Are you hungry too?
Yup.