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≈ first breeze! (text)

wow, oookay.
this place is pretty messed up!
i find it to be a terrible fourteenth birthday present.
even if it's not my birthday anymore.
but, uh, belatedly!
hi, i'm john egbert.
apparently there's a lalonde-me running around, so hi lalonde-me.
it's really freaky to consider a me, that's also a rose, but still me?
how does that even work. is that like doomed timeline shenanigans?
wow does that mean there's a doomed timeline somewhere that combined me and rose?
maybe i messed up on the ectobiology and created some weird rose-me-hybrid.
freaky tentacle-ghosty-movie-wizard baby!
oh man that sounds like an awesome horror movie or something.
we should write our own horror movie.
hi everybody else that's not-me, too!

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[...........................................john?]

[oh god it's John. Is it really John? It seems like him, in personality. He introduced himself as John. And he's using that blue color. she does remember him mentioning something happening on his birthday, too...?

But does he remember anything about the Facility? That was the question weighing in on her mind. She thought of this place as actually a bit nicer than the Facility, so why would he be saying it's messed up if he didn't have the experience of being tortured horribly for over a year?

...and he sounded a bit more optimistic, too

wouldn't he be asking questions if he remembered? wouldn't he--?]

[The only way to find out for sure is to respond.]

John...it's good to see you again.

[He fiddles with the functions on the terminal for a while until he figures out the audio. He's quiet for a moment.]

Is it working? Uh ...Again? Uh, well, for one I'm hearing you, not seeing you, so I dunno if it's nice to see you unless you look like a computer. Which would be kinda awkward, I think. But I guess you know me?

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Sorry. I'd switch to video, but my appearance is likely to scare small children at the moment. [A laugh. It's hard to tell if she's being sincere or sarcastic.]

[...]

Ah, I see. So you don't remember anything.

[She was heavily considering it to be a possibility. It doesn't hit her quite as hard as it normally would have.

If this was just John without the memories, he'd still be the same type of person.]

Yes, there are a large handful of us here who lived at a testing facility for quite a while, before we came here. You were there. You and a handful of your friends, I suppose.

We knew each other there, though I guess now your memory's been wiped.

Hey, I'm fourteen. That's totally a teenager, not a small child.

[He's tilting his head at the screen, and the voice.]

...Oh. Well-- I'm sorry, uh. Hopefully I didn't piss you off with too many pranks or owe you money or something.

You're small to me. I'm over five hundred years old.

[Another pause.] Nothing like that. [Her tone grows a little warmer.]

You were a...friend.

...Wow that's pretty old. Are you a vampire or something?

[...Well now he feels sort of bad.]

Oh. Well we can always be friends again, if you want. I'm not against friends. But that kinda requires me to know your name! You know mine already.

[A laugh.]

Spot on. You were always smarter than you looked.

I'm Remilia Scarlet. [...] You can call me Remi.

Hey, cool. As long as you don't sparkle in the sunlight.

Heheheh, Scarlet. Like blood. It's a vampire pun, right there in your name. Remi it is, then. Um... nice to meet you again.

[She remains silent at the first remark. Whole UV ray burning incident still stings, both metaphorically and literally.

She gives a small laugh.] I'm not the Scarlet Devil for nothing.

Likewise.

Oooh, sounds notorious and nefarious! Both of which are fancy n-words that I kind of like using.

So what was this Facility place that you knew me in like? Seems like I'm just everywhere without knowing, heh.

[She's silent for a moment.]

It was a torture facility. I'm not going to sugarcoat it. We were constantly...experimented on. The reason my appearance was altered...was because of a particularly nasty experiment a handful of months ago that still hasn't healed.

...Oh. Yikes.

Well, I. ...Guess I'm glad we were able to be friends in a place like that. Sorry you got messed up by an experiment, though. I promise I won't freak out at whatever they did to you, though. My paradox-sister is part dog and I've been on a glowing yellow ship with her and my best friend in ghost-butt orange bird form for the past year, so. Not much really phases me anymore.

You present a convincing argument. [Again, she blurs the line between sincerity and sarcasm.]

Hold on a minute, I'm locking this. It isn't something I'll share blindly with the whole tower.

[...]

An old friend of mine, one I've lived with for, oh, the past hundred years, was at the Facility as well. Coincidentally you had been acquainted with her before I even arrived. [A small snort of amusement.] Patchouli Knowledge was her name.

[Another pause.] Everything was broadcast. You'd told me later you saw the whole thing, but it's a blessing you don't remember that now, in all honesty.

It was a test of integrity intended to split the two of us up. She either had to let both of her arms be ripped off, or let me die. I managed to rig her test so only one of arms was ripped off, though she still died. [...] Remember the vampire thing? They dumped me a field of high-power UV lamps for her screw-up. Got burned to a crisp. The scars haven't gone away yet.

Oh, uh. Sure.

Patchouli Knowledge. Wow, what a funny name. Remilia Scarlet sounds way cooler, for the record.

...oh. Wow. Then that sparkling in the sunlight comment was probably kind of crude, wasn't it. There's a ...shitty book series that got turned into an equally shitty movie series, back home, that involves these stupid vampires that literally glitter like diamonds in the sunl-- that's totally not even relevant.

Um. I'm not great with first aid, but do you at least have like. Bandages and stuff on them? Or... I dunno, do you bandage scars if they're healed wounds? I'm kind of a God and beforehand the worst I'd dealt with was a broken wrist when I was a kid and a bunch of skinned knees.

[That actually gets her to laugh, a genuine laugh.]

Ridiculous! I'm a part of the Tepes family line! [A bald-faced lie but she'll never let that go. Ever. Nonetheless she sounds amused.] We do not sparkle.

They're not raw. It's been a while. I've just been letting them air out until they fully heal. Not much I can really do, at the moment. I'm not keen on looking like a mummy.

[He thinks he kind of likes that sound.]

Heheheh. Good.

Yeah. And I mean, you shouldn't have to hide something that's not your fault. You shouldn't have to be ashamed of it, or anything.

[He idly runs his fingers over the thin scar on his chest, where Jack ran him through. It's hardly even noticeable, since it was a clean wound that was basically healed magically by crazy God Tier rainbow crap, but even if there weren't a mark at all, he'd still remember it.]

[she makes a noise of uncertainty.]

It's not that I'm ashamed. It's that it's a damn reminder of those fucking pompous arrogant thrill-seeking sadomasochistic motherfuckers that called themselves interns that--

[Her voice suddenly drops in volume, going back to its regular tone.]

...it's touchy.

[He goes quiet for a handful of seconds.]

...Whoa. I see that. Er, hear.

I wouldn't be worried. I don't wet my hands with the blood of my allies.

[remi that's not exactly reassuring]

On a completely unrelated note, do you know a girl called Terezi Pyrope? You seemed to be friends with her back in the Facility, but...

...Uh. Thanks for that.

[SUDDENLY UNSURE.]

Terezi? Yeah, she's one of the trolls. Why?

I've been looking for her. I need to give something back to her. I think she left, though....If you ever see her around, let me know, okay?

[An exasperated sigh.]

Look, okay, I really shouldn't mention this for my own good, but you reacted to my bursts of sudden feral vampiric anger like you'd react to a dog misbehaving. "Remilia stop that or I will do the windy thing."

Can do. Though Karkat might be a better person to consult for her.

[He's quiet for a moment, and then laughs.]

Do you want me to uphold this tradition? I can do that. For the record the majority of the reason I didn't immediately threaten something like that is because for one, this is a voice conversation through a weird computer, so the windy thing is sort of moot, and for two I didn't really realize it was feral vampiric anger until you said it.

Karkat? You mean the ornery one who types in all capitals?

[For the first time in their conversation she genuinely sounds like a pouty little kid.] N-No, see this is what I meant, I don't like the windy thing! [little kid whining x3 total combo hit]

[Augh.]

What else kind of anger would it be?

≈ first breeze! (text)

[not here] UHH 1/3 maybe?

[not here] 2/3!

[audio], done

[audio] hahaha ♥

:U

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