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        HUMANS WERE FOOLISH CREATURES, and she was no different. maybe lucifer had it right after all; they really were pointless— for every strength they boasted, there were a thousand flaws beneath it. not that the devil had been any better, but he couldn’t blame him for the way he scorned humanity. at least he had never been out of a job. perhaps this were all just unfounded rage stemming from the shock of his vulnerability, but frankly, he didn’t give a damn at the moment.

             ❝  is that so?  ❞ he breathed amid an empty chuckle, clamping a hand back over the wound marring his side as if to hide his shame, ❝  very well then— please point me to the bar, with cherries on top. how was that?  ❞

        and maybe, just maybe, a ❛ thank you ❜ would be in tow… should he feel so inclined.

     ❦ While Fiona regards the stranger with a slight frown, Hewie still remains on alert. He remains still as ever, his tail pointed straight out as his ears remain perked. The blonde, looking to her side for a moment, is a ware of this and thus, tries to proceed with the ordeal with more caution.

     ❝ ... That will do, I suppose, ❞ is all she says for a moment, clearly unimpressed.

It was a semi-biography he’d looked up beforehand, now that he was taking advantage of the useful features of his phone more often. A famous martial artist whose life revolved around his art and his dogs was unusual and worth a checkout. He did grab it as she insisted, a slight nod of his head acknowledging it, but he just held it there instead of running off with it.

He glanced down at the dog now that she’d said anything, otherwise used to acting like no one was there. It was an obvious connection. 

“That why?”

     ❦ ❝ Haha, maybe! ❞ comes the blonde’s gentle laugh in reply to the stranger, looking down at Hewie for a moment. While it’s true she has a profound love for dogs (even more so now than ever before), the title of the book is what made her curious. Perhaps Fiona had thought she could learn a thing or two from this person’s memoirs... Perhaps even some self-defense, despite being so physically weak!

Red notices briefly that the girl seems at a loss for words when she speaks to her– had her invitation been too forward? Or maybe because of their circumstance, she found it difficult to trust a stranger; Red couldn’t blame her for that whatsoever, and in that moment she prepared herself to be told that her words were unwarranted. But despite her first impression, Fiona is quick to reciprocate; Red immediately feeling a relief wash over her, and a small outtake of breath releases from her lips that she didn’t know she was holding in.

She didn’t know this person, but.. for some reason, she really didn’t want to be pushed away.

“Fiona.. what a pretty name,” as Red tilts her head, she feels her smile grow a little wider; blue eyes falling to the German shepherd that sits below them. “Hewie is very cute, too. It’s nice to meet you both.”

As Fiona continues to talk to her, Red feels her arms relax slightly around her waist; a small tenseness leaving her heavy shoulders. “Well.. I’m unsure about all of this, really. Why we’re here, why we were told everything is fine and not to worry.. I come from a place where generated messages try to convince you that a lot, so I’m not really buying it.”

The OVC, the entirety of Cloudbank– they always wanted everyone to be happy, to not feel like they had to leave their own little bubbles. Even if there was good intention behind their actions.. she didn’t always believe it was for the best interest of everyone there. Herself included.

“The only thing I want to find is a way back home.. and maybe.. someone I know. I remember being with him before I woke up here, but.. I don’t know if he’s still where we’re from, or if he was brought here too.” though Fiona seemed unsure at first, Red feels a different air about her now; one that she can’t help but playfully comment on. “You look like you’re handling this a lot better than I am. Have you been here for a while already?”

     ❦ At the very least, Fiona is happy to see that Red is otherwise unharmed. She is, of course, alarmed to not only hear her speak but to see that her memory has been affected like so many others within this place... However, it’s something the blonde currently has no solution for and thus, has little power over the situation, if at all. 

     ❝ Ah, I see... I can relate to that somewhat, ❞ comes Fiona’s reply, offering a small nod. While not ‘automated’ messages, there were... Phone calls and people shouting at her from a distance about strange matters. So with that in mind, she can gather some idea of what the other means to some capacity.

     ❝ It’s the same for a lot of us here, really... Trying to get out and find a way back home, ❞ though in her case, the blonde isn’t terribly eager to try and traverse the world alone (save for Hewie, of course) back home.

     ❝ Aha, well... I’m trying at the very least, ❞ she now says with a sheepishly smile, twiddling with her thumbs for a moment.

hunger

             ❝  SAVE IT.  ❞ he seethed, peeling away his hand from his side to flick blood onto the sidewalk. the wound was beginning to close, but that didn’t change the fact it happened at all, ❝  the only help i need is a shot.  ❞ that’s how humans did it, right? might as well while he could still feel it. 

        he could jest bitterly about the situation all he wanted when in truth, the only help he really needed was a one-way ticket out of this hell, ❝  point me to the bar.  ❞

     ❦ The injury, while not terrible in retrospect, seems to... Already be healing? Though surprised, Fiona decides not to ask about it for now, seeing as the stranger is more than a little irritated at the moment. Why exactly that is she couldn’t say but regardless, she keeps her emotional distance for the time being.

      ❦ ❝ Oh, Link! ❞ the greeting leaves her lips easily, the blonde now offering the familiar face in the distance a small wave. As she does so, Hewie offers Link a familiar, friendly bark along with a wag of his tail, eagerly following by Fiona’s side to greet him properly.

      ❦ ❝ Oh...! I didn’t know Hewie made a friend, ❞ comes the blonde’s surprised observation, noticing how Hewie greets the stranger not with a growl, but with tail wagging and a light-hearted bark. It’s very rare for him to leave her side, and thus Fiona can’t help but wonder... Where and when did these two meet?