catchall | September | open

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Characters: Zephyr, X, anyone else who feels like it
Date: Septemberish
Location: Dreaming Bridge, Aifaran
Situation: Many, lots
Warnings/Rating: Will warn in thread headers if it gets there



A | X | Dreaming Bridge | Closed

"Hey, buddy, got a sec?" This is without preamble as Zephyr ambles home one day from another of his assorted odd jobs. He flops headlong into his bunk without waiting for an answer; but he adjusts after a moment to look sidelong over at X, thoughtful.

He doesn't actually bother to get up.

B | Faith 2 | Open

"Please hide me." This is said very earnestly as Zephyr ducks into the shop and heads for the nearest friendly Dreamperson. He jerks his head outside; there's a Ban Om acolyte just standing there. Watching. Smiling.

Zephyr looks, to say the least, harried.

C | Meta 1 | Open

So Zephyr's been doing a bit of exploring this month, more consciously than simply going where work takes him. Looking into areas he likes, areas that might have nice apartments to live in. Places he could consciously call a home, instead of just kind of... drifting.

Unfortunately, today the yimo's mapping is on the fritz. Seems like interference, but who's he to judge? Zephyr trips into a ditch, mutters a curse, and thumps it before shoving it back into his pocket. There is some muttering to himself. "That's what I get for trying to use a damn map, I guess."

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As needles, they mostly failed to prick. Zephyr shrugged. "Kind of sucks," he said, and, "Hey, less than ideal doesn't mean impossible. I know I'm being really sickeningly optimistic here, but sometimes... sometimes the people who don't know how to stop hoping are right, y'know?"

This was a level of conversation he could cope with. Prickly, but entertaining enough. At least until someone hit a sore spot. Zephyr wondered how far off that was from happening.

He was a little less convinced about Devin, but for the moment he let it be. "That's charitable of you. Probably works better in the long run."

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"I've lived in reality far too long for that kind of hope, and despite your words, I have a feeling you have too."

Valdis, not being here to pick a fight, had no reason to search for sore spots, though her empathy made her capable of it. She shrugged, unwilling to argue a pointless argument.

"It has so far, though sincerity doesn't equal 'kind'." And that had gotten her in some trouble in the past. "I'm not for everyone, though some have reluctantly found it refreshing."

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"Maybe." Another shrug. Zephyr kept doing that, like he could actually shake off whatever emotions he was having with the gesture alone. He couldn't, but it was worth a try. "I know a couple of people who have it, though. And I believe in them. So... it's kind of the same as hoping, just a degree removed."

He was aware it was a weird point of view, but that was as far as he was going to try to explain it.

"Well, sincerity isn't necessarily nice, and nice isn't necessarily kind, so it stands to reason that sincere isn't necessarily kind, either." They kept making leaps. At least they were -- sort of -- on the same page, as far as Zephyr could tell. "Better to know where you stand?"