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for korone
[The world is... new, but nice. The sun is shining, glinting off of windows in a city off in the distance. Clouds are hanging out in the sky.
And Wren? Tavros? Someone. Is there, though still definitely dead, his eyes totally whited out. His legs aren't made of a crumpled and dinged up metal which is a plus! But despite the all black attire and the brown Taurus symbol that adorns his shirt, he's also wearing a Takshaka scarf around his neck.
He was busy tending to his herd of animals, because he went off to be a rancher out in the country in the new world where they weren't dealing with all kinds of existential bullshit.]
And Wren? Tavros? Someone. Is there, though still definitely dead, his eyes totally whited out. His legs aren't made of a crumpled and dinged up metal which is a plus! But despite the all black attire and the brown Taurus symbol that adorns his shirt, he's also wearing a Takshaka scarf around his neck.
He was busy tending to his herd of animals, because he went off to be a rancher out in the country in the new world where they weren't dealing with all kinds of existential bullshit.]
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Here's a pigeon girl. A strikingly familiar pigeon girl, even if she is wearing the wrong colors, glasses, and looks like she's aged a few years. Also she's buff now.
And very, very, very confused when she appears out of nowhere in the middle of a field. ]
Um.
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Though when Korone appears, he has to stop and squint. She's not one of the humans they made the new world with, and she's not any of the random population of people hanging around either.
It's not long before it clicks, and so, he approaches.]
A... oko?
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She thinks, but doesn't get the chance to ask, because the very second he says that name, she collapses to her knees with her head in her hands, sc r e a m i n g in absolute, white-hot agony ]
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H—Hey! Hold on! Are you—uh, are you okay!?
[He has no idea what to do.]
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Five to ten seconds is more than long enough to trigger the memories. Her head jerks up at the sound of approaching footsteps, a snarl on her lips, threat and warning all in one, her eyes glassy, hazy, like she's … very much not all there right now. ]
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Too bad he doesn't know about "Aoko" being a bad, and he's just awkward as heck.]
I'm sorry, Aoko, I—or, are you not Aoko? Either way, I'm here to do whatever I gotta do to help?
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[ No thoughts, head empty, only blinding incandescent pain now! The first repeat of her name has her huddling back down into a tight, defensive ball, biting her lip bloody to stifle the scream trying to claw its way up her throat. The second … this time she does make a sound, but it's tiny and choked, scarcely louder than a breath.
Her hands clamp, vice-like, over the back of her neck. ]
[ She. She will get back to him. Probably. At Some Point. Once she's worked her way through this super fun pain > trigger > panic attack pipeline. ]
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I'll be, uh, right back!
[And he disappears, while Aoko deals with... that... into a nearby house that looks weirdly like a hive. After a moment, he comes rushing back out with a giant first aid kit, a blanket, and a bottle of water because he doesn't know what he can do.
There's also a few kittens hanging out on his shoulders because he asked for help and kittens are good right???]
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… Well, she hasn't really moved all that much. She's marginally less hunched over? That's. That's something. At least. Probably.
The actual for-real physical pain vanished as quickly as it came, but the phantom pain (memories that aren't hers but are, gouged across her mind like so much scar tissue) linger on. As does the panic attack. She's working her way through it, one step at a time. Speaking of which: unless he gets too close — around six feet or so; her reflexes are on a bit of a hair-trigger these days — she doesn't really seem to acknowledge him just yet.
She just. Breathes. Slowly, carefully, until she feels like she actually is breathing again. Like she's in her body, rather than a step and a half to the left, all horrendous buzzy static and white noise. ]
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Here, I have a bunch of, um, stuff, so—
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[ sir you are getting TOO CLOSE ]
[ She was already pretty damned bristled, but now she's even moreso, almost less human (bird?) person and more defensive creature on the verge of fear-biting. Finally, though, she's able to string together a word or two, low and rasping, forced out through gritted teeth, ]
Back … up.
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Okay. Just. I am sorry. I do not really know what is going on, because I was just trying to take care of my animals, and then this happened, so it is kind of strange. I just know that it has been awhile since I have last seen you, and I did not expect that you would show up here, because why would anyone want to come here, but—that is only assuming that it is you, of course—
[Wren for the love of god it might be better if you'd just shut up instead of nervously ramble.]
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But then he follows it up with a whole, whole bunch of nervous babble. It's jarring. Not enough to drag her completely out of The Whole Situation she's got going on right now, and heck, she doesn't even manage to catch all of what he's saying. Still, it's … some kind of an anchor, ish, sort of, and — you know what?
As long as he stays where he is, this should be doable. Yeah. She can do this. Another minute or two pass, in which she doesn't do much more than breathe and pull herself together and quite possibly listen to him, if he keeps on talking. Then, finally - ]
So. You … know — don't say the name. You know me? From … Kyriakos?
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[He shrugs a bit helplessly.]
I am Wren. Or Tavros. But, I mostly use Wren.