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[darkov]

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latest status update 6/26/2015

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[deadtective]

For you.

[she's never had to explain favorite colors before, you'll have to give her some slack here.]

[darkov]

[.......]

Um... [color? on him? what-- his hair? or--

oh.

clothes. it's clothes, isn't it?] I--well. I'm...one of the reds...so we--I. I wear red.

[deadtective]

What do you mean, 'one of the reds'?

[sorry, she's being distracted by that peculiar phrasing yet again. Hazel is terminally curious, she can't help but poke and prod a little bit even when it probably isn't the best timing.]

[darkov]

[a soft fidgeting sound in the hesitation. this stuff, at least, has less of the nervous waver; he knows what he's talking about, he's had it memorized for ages:]

Reds...have to be able to subdue bigger monsters. Finish off ones the greens pare down. We have bigger weapons that aren't always that fast...

[deadtective]

[he can't see it, of course, but Hazel's mouth quirks a little bit.]

You're kind of short for that, aren't you?

[darkov]

[without a hesitation:] I-I know. I am. I tried to conjure smaller, but I can't...

[deadtective]

[Marty no it's a joke don't make her feel bad...]

Can't you just transfer anyway?

[darkov]

[???]

Huh?

[deadtective]

Like, switch teams.

[darkov]

Oh. Uh, no...I don't think so. Unless I can-- fix my weapon, I guess. But I haven't figured it out.

[deadtective]

What, does it only do one really specific job? You could just learn how to do something else with it instead, it sounds easier.

[darkov]

I don't know. I...I'm not. Not really good at it anyway. But if I don't do that...then I don't do anything.

[deadtective]

Not even if you get really good at something else?

[darkov]

[there's a little puff. is that a laugh? a sigh? WHO KNOWS.] I don't know. I never think about it like that.

[deadtective]

[you know what, she'll take it even if it ends up being a sigh. small victories.]

Maybe you should start! Seems like a better use of your time than trying to fix something you apparently can't.

[darkov]

Oh, but-- That's not...something I can do. I don't pick. Grandfather does. With the others.

[deadtective]

And, what, they're not allowed to change their minds?

[darkov]

[...]

I don't know. I mean-- it's...them. Not me.

[deadtective]

So? That doesn't mean there isn't anything you can do about it. Get so fucking cool they have to switch you over to something else.

[darkov]

Get--uh? Oh-- I don't know. I mean-- I'm...I'm stuck here? So that won't even happen...

[deadtective]

This is probably the best place to be for that shit! You've got all this time to practice stuff and figure out what you're good at and nobody from home to make fun of you while you're doing it.

[darkov]

[....]

I can practice here? Even though it's-- there's so many people?

[deadtective]

Why wouldn't you? There's big empty places out in the middle of nowhere, and they even opened that stupid training center in one of the cities.

[darkov]

[.......................

THIS IS A BIG DEAL. but this is small:] Oh...

[deadtective]

Didn't anybody tell you? Geez, what a bunch of slackers.

[but she sounds like she's smiling, and so it's pretty easy to tell she's just joking around.]