Just a letter
Nov. 26th, 2021 02:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mitochondriaayaWho: Aya
When: Before Traverse town 3
What: Adult conversation. Ish.
There were puppies under her bed, knotted together in an exhausted pile after waging war on the knotted rags and eating all of her jerky. Again. Again again. Her metabolism was crazy as hell, she made up for the two that didn't eat, but an average of nine puppies per world was eating at a close second. Cid barely ate at all in comparison honestly, though he could pack away beer like no one else so far.
The varied snores and whimpers were kind of comforting, in a normal way, and that was kind of the problem. Normal. It didn't exist anymore and it...hurt. A lot. Cid was useless as far as serious, non-engineering conversation went and...the others were kids. Teens, but still...kids. It was kind of isolating honestly and she'd had far too much of that even before her world fell. The closest she had to a friend was the voice in her headset and gun monkey, Pierce, and love him though she did it wasn't exactly a replacement for a whole precinct that went through hell together.
She'd tried, honestly, to take her banishment with grace. Tried to smile and seem non-threatening when she'd been shuffled sideways into a new division of the FBI dedicated to tracking down neomitochondrials. Corrupted her watcher, gained his trust, took him out for Pacman and pizza...
...and hell if she didn't miss New York.
More so every day honestly, her world or not.
She'd gotten in the habit of writing when it got to be too much, even if the division didn't let any return letters through, well, writing to her partner settled her mind.
Hey Danny,
You might be dead. That's the better option I'm told, as opposed to Heartless now, which is probably how most the world ended up. Beats mutated maybe? I don't even know anymore. Thins have gotten crazy again and I ended up in a tiny town that is technically made of scraps of fallen worlds floating in space.
In my underwear.
I'm never sleeping without pants again just so you know. Before you say it, yes, I'm aware that curtails most dating activities but since I've fallen in with a pair of teens and a cussed space pilot, well, I'm not sad to shut down those avenues.
Yeah, kids. Jono calls us teammates, I currently call it making sure kids don't get themselves killed because one of them has some kind of destiny and the other is a bonafide, spandex wearing hero.
Yeah, life got weirder.
No, I don't have spandex too.
Jono is a British mutant, normal mutant, not psycho cellular mutant, for his world, genetic offshoot that has powers. Think Superman comics level, only instead of flight and laser eyes, he's a bionuclear furnace that blew his lower face and upper chest out when he manifested. Tall, messy brunette with a face tending toward long. He wraps the fiery bits of his torso and face with a bandaging that doesn't burn, pulls it down to roast things. Interesting power honestly but he hits the moments of teen angst hard due to his condition. He had a friend of his kidnapped from Traverse Town after their arrival and she's one of our main goals, aside from helping Roxas. As for him, well, yeah.
Roxas is younger than Jono and...a painful case. He's a dead kid, technically? Or the bits left of a kid dying. Memory, power, and whatever shards he can scrape together. He looks like a kid, he talks and reasons, but there's no biology there and it hurts. It...really does. Reality pushes on him, in his words, it rejects his existence and he calls himself a Nobody. It's honestly more messed up, on a day to day level, than Eve ever was. Bonus being he has a weapon that others in the few worlds we've been are looking for and can lock worlds. It's kind of gene coded, he can't pass it off, so we're traveling to anywhere we can reach and...locking worlds. It prevents worlds from falling apart entirely and disappearing.
No, I have no idea how it works really, I'm not a scientist.
Also, side note, magic is real. That's a whole different chunk of weird honestly, right next to Disney characters being real and looking for Roxas. As in Goofy and Donald came to talk to us and offered to partner the kid instead of...us.
Oh Danny I really need a Therapist. And breakfast with Ben you know? I can't...not be okay though. I'm the adult on the ground with these two, and they expect me to have the answers. Steady, stable, and more approachable than Cid the damn stubborn flight jockey who spent too long grounded in Traverse Town and won't leave his ship for love or money at this point.
You ever meet him you have full permission to get him drunk, also he kissed me so when he's drunk we're taping him to a ceiling. It was an excited moment for him, no hard feelings, but he has earned duct tape. Hands down. Also I want duct tape.
Hell Danny, I just want something normal for ten hours or so. It'll help, so much. I'm tired and existence just keeps getting more complicated. Can't stop though, you wouldn't. I can't. Roxas says I'm a hero with a bright heart, I wear my shadows lightly or something, I'm paraphrasing. Could have been a princess, imagine that. Weird, heart royalty in this new reality. Before I got jaded. Work homicide long enough and well, you get side tracked into hero instead. Can't say I regret it.
Damn this letter went off topic huh? Cheap therapy, paper and stamps. Cheap therapy.
Anyway, I have dalmation pups asleep under my bed and two kids who don't eat or sleep outside the door so I guess that's it for now honestly. Hope you're alive out there partner. I really do.
Aya
She'd...drop it in the mail box in Traverse Town. It...never hurt to hope honestly. It was all that got people through some days.
When: Before Traverse town 3
What: Adult conversation. Ish.
There were puppies under her bed, knotted together in an exhausted pile after waging war on the knotted rags and eating all of her jerky. Again. Again again. Her metabolism was crazy as hell, she made up for the two that didn't eat, but an average of nine puppies per world was eating at a close second. Cid barely ate at all in comparison honestly, though he could pack away beer like no one else so far.
The varied snores and whimpers were kind of comforting, in a normal way, and that was kind of the problem. Normal. It didn't exist anymore and it...hurt. A lot. Cid was useless as far as serious, non-engineering conversation went and...the others were kids. Teens, but still...kids. It was kind of isolating honestly and she'd had far too much of that even before her world fell. The closest she had to a friend was the voice in her headset and gun monkey, Pierce, and love him though she did it wasn't exactly a replacement for a whole precinct that went through hell together.
She'd tried, honestly, to take her banishment with grace. Tried to smile and seem non-threatening when she'd been shuffled sideways into a new division of the FBI dedicated to tracking down neomitochondrials. Corrupted her watcher, gained his trust, took him out for Pacman and pizza...
...and hell if she didn't miss New York.
More so every day honestly, her world or not.
She'd gotten in the habit of writing when it got to be too much, even if the division didn't let any return letters through, well, writing to her partner settled her mind.
Hey Danny,
You might be dead. That's the better option I'm told, as opposed to Heartless now, which is probably how most the world ended up. Beats mutated maybe? I don't even know anymore. Thins have gotten crazy again and I ended up in a tiny town that is technically made of scraps of fallen worlds floating in space.
In my underwear.
I'm never sleeping without pants again just so you know. Before you say it, yes, I'm aware that curtails most dating activities but since I've fallen in with a pair of teens and a cussed space pilot, well, I'm not sad to shut down those avenues.
Yeah, kids. Jono calls us teammates, I currently call it making sure kids don't get themselves killed because one of them has some kind of destiny and the other is a bonafide, spandex wearing hero.
Yeah, life got weirder.
No, I don't have spandex too.
Jono is a British mutant, normal mutant, not psycho cellular mutant, for his world, genetic offshoot that has powers. Think Superman comics level, only instead of flight and laser eyes, he's a bionuclear furnace that blew his lower face and upper chest out when he manifested. Tall, messy brunette with a face tending toward long. He wraps the fiery bits of his torso and face with a bandaging that doesn't burn, pulls it down to roast things. Interesting power honestly but he hits the moments of teen angst hard due to his condition. He had a friend of his kidnapped from Traverse Town after their arrival and she's one of our main goals, aside from helping Roxas. As for him, well, yeah.
Roxas is younger than Jono and...a painful case. He's a dead kid, technically? Or the bits left of a kid dying. Memory, power, and whatever shards he can scrape together. He looks like a kid, he talks and reasons, but there's no biology there and it hurts. It...really does. Reality pushes on him, in his words, it rejects his existence and he calls himself a Nobody. It's honestly more messed up, on a day to day level, than Eve ever was. Bonus being he has a weapon that others in the few worlds we've been are looking for and can lock worlds. It's kind of gene coded, he can't pass it off, so we're traveling to anywhere we can reach and...locking worlds. It prevents worlds from falling apart entirely and disappearing.
No, I have no idea how it works really, I'm not a scientist.
Also, side note, magic is real. That's a whole different chunk of weird honestly, right next to Disney characters being real and looking for Roxas. As in Goofy and Donald came to talk to us and offered to partner the kid instead of...us.
Oh Danny I really need a Therapist. And breakfast with Ben you know? I can't...not be okay though. I'm the adult on the ground with these two, and they expect me to have the answers. Steady, stable, and more approachable than Cid the damn stubborn flight jockey who spent too long grounded in Traverse Town and won't leave his ship for love or money at this point.
You ever meet him you have full permission to get him drunk, also he kissed me so when he's drunk we're taping him to a ceiling. It was an excited moment for him, no hard feelings, but he has earned duct tape. Hands down. Also I want duct tape.
Hell Danny, I just want something normal for ten hours or so. It'll help, so much. I'm tired and existence just keeps getting more complicated. Can't stop though, you wouldn't. I can't. Roxas says I'm a hero with a bright heart, I wear my shadows lightly or something, I'm paraphrasing. Could have been a princess, imagine that. Weird, heart royalty in this new reality. Before I got jaded. Work homicide long enough and well, you get side tracked into hero instead. Can't say I regret it.
Damn this letter went off topic huh? Cheap therapy, paper and stamps. Cheap therapy.
Anyway, I have dalmation pups asleep under my bed and two kids who don't eat or sleep outside the door so I guess that's it for now honestly. Hope you're alive out there partner. I really do.
Aya
She'd...drop it in the mail box in Traverse Town. It...never hurt to hope honestly. It was all that got people through some days.
