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- "that's either incredibly brave or catastrophically stupid. i'm still gathering evidence."

"You're starting to sound like Gustave, I'll be fine!" He waved Maelle off, his eyes passing over the absolute Nightmare before him that was Golgra's obstacle course. A chaotic mess of floating junk from across the Canvas she made simply because she was bored and wanted to test herself, sure it was a tad intimidating with the sheer height, but he'd taken on bigger challenges than this and survived. Mostly.

Besides, if he fell, he'd be just fine. Sure, he might break something, or possibly knock himself out, but he was immortal and fully capable of healing if something happened. Plus, better he take it on than any of the other members of the 33rd.

Well, Monoco could probably do this, but the big brush is also afraid of heights so...

"If anyone's going to be able to beat this, it's me." He motioned to himself, a cocky smirk on his face as he strode across what was left of the beach to get to the starting point. "Just give me a few hours, go have fun with the others, enjoy the water, that's why I brought you guys here!"

Of course, that lovely day at the beach was later followed by an evening of the 33s camping on said beach with a half-drowned, heavily bruised, and potentially concussed Verso lying motionless on his bedroll near the fire. One that refused to talk about the numerous times the 33s had witnessed him falling off the course only to either land on a lower platform or fall all the way back down into the water. Because he totally didn't absolutely embarrass himself, not in front of his younger sister. Absolutely not...

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23 & 31!

From here—

23. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Verso maintains a careful balance of "Organized chaos" depending on the place and situation.

He lived on the Continent for a long time and generally didn't care too much for keeping things too seriously organized, but once he gets back to Lumière, he generally keeps most places fairly neat. However, when it comes to his personal space? Generally, places other people don't often see look like a mess, but he knows exactly where everything is and it's an absolute crime to touch any of it without telling him. This is particularly the case with his desk and piano, and most importantly his music. He's somehow able to pull out exactly what he needs when the moment arises, or he wants to work on a particular composition, and no-one knows how he does it.

31. Thoughts on material possessions in general?

Material possessions to him either hold a practical purpose or sentimental value to him, no in between. He didn't really have anything during his time on the Continent that he held onto tightly outside of his piano, Verleso, and the uniform on his back so there was little need for anything he couldn't carry on his person or in a storage pictos and it was far from a priority.

After his return to Lumière, he gradually tries his best to ease himself back into actually wanting such things for himself again for the simple enjoyment of it. Model trains in particular.

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“you always seem to be watching.” Verso and the Reacher…………

MY.61

Verso let out a breath of relief as he hauled himself up over the last ledge he needed to get past in order to reach the summit of the mountain, small stones biting into his gloved hands until he pushed himself up onto his knees, and from there to his feet while dusting his uniform clean of tiny stones, dirt, and pieces of moss.

As he looked back down the cliff he had just climbed, he pressed his lip together in thought for just a moment before shaking his head to cut off any thought of going back down. Not right after he had just spent all that time climbing, even if he didn't really need to worry about Expedition 61 hurting Alicia it would still be nice to visit his sister.

Instead he turned his back on the cliff and headed for the path, listening to the sound of his own boots crunching against the various small rocks beneath them as he went. He wasn't even sure Alicia was even here, for all he knew she was out with their father. Still, he pushed forward anyways until he looked up at the all too familiar shape of his favorite Axon through the towering trees.

With a smile, Verso picked up his pace into a jog until he breached the stretch of land and scaffolding that constituted the Peak of the mountain. "Reacher!" He called out, cupping his hands around his mouth as he approached the ledge with a wave to the massive creature. "Been a while, yeah? How's things up here?"

Of course he got no response, his hands settling on his hips as he looked up at it. It didn't sting like it might for some people, Verso knew that she didn't talk. Content to silently watch the world around her as she climbed for the sky. That was okay, he was content to do all the talking for the both of them.

"Y'know, you always seem to be watching everything that goes on around here. Makes me wonder just how much of all of this you see, and what you think about it all." He thought out loud, shifting his boot in a way that created a soft scraping noise as his eyes fell down to the drop between them. "Knowing my sister, I'm sure your sentiment isn't too different from hers..."

He lifted his gaze back to the Axon, his thoughts drifting slightly as he looked at her. To how the Axons and his family weren't all that different. Reflections of the Dessendres all the same.

"I wonder if you think of the other Axons... If Renoir gave you the ability to do that." He mused aloud, mostly to himself before his attention returned to the Reacher and his lopsided smile returned. "Sure is a funny thought, thinking of you and Visages like Alicia and me..."