[ It's becoming something of an organised ritual with these things by now: these videos spilling into his inbox, auto-playing and not letting themselves delete, the slow itching feeling of voyeurism, the nagging curiosity, the wondering who's it gonna be this time?. There's been a few on the network from complete strangers, and those have been easy to archive and ignore. But more often, the virus — or whatever the hell it is, Luther's not high-tech enough to figure it out — has latched onto people's contact lists. So it's Allison, so it's Ashley, so it's Brandon. ]
Uh. Hey. Can you see anything in your outbox?
[ He's been wondering that, too. If these things leave traces behind, if there's any way to tell what's gone out into the void. ]
[It's not a message he was expecting. Luther is another with whom things have been...strange, since the City. But Brandon can guess, at this point, what it's about.]
[ Not like this particular thing is his fault, but... ]
It's nothing embarrassing, though, if that's a consolation. You and a bunch of other teens lying in the street, or something? Beat-up but picking yourselves back up.
[ a slight pause before he types out the next guess: ]
Family?
[ Because considering where Luther's coming from, family not looking like each other isn't necessarily a dealbreaker. Found family has historically been more important than the genetic one. ]
He could leave it at that, and maybe normally he would. But people here seeing Kenny and Nathan, however briefly or indirectly, is...important. Something to hold on to.]
[He hesitates, again. But he's talking to this Luther, not the other one. It's not something he's shared, but when someone already knows about it, and they're trustworthy...]
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obediences) wrote2019-03-28 10:51 am
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Uh. Hey. Can you see anything in your outbox?
[ He's been wondering that, too. If these things leave traces behind, if there's any way to tell what's gone out into the void. ]
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No.
A memory?
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[ Not like this particular thing is his fault, but... ]
It's nothing embarrassing, though, if that's a consolation. You and a bunch of other teens lying in the street, or something? Beat-up but picking yourselves back up.
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That was a long time ago.
["But picking yourselves back up."
That was a long time ago.]
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[ a slight pause before he types out the next guess: ]
Family?
[ Because considering where Luther's coming from, family not looking like each other isn't necessarily a dealbreaker. Found family has historically been more important than the genetic one. ]
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[Family. Synonyms, more or less.
He could leave it at that, and maybe normally he would. But people here seeing Kenny and Nathan, however briefly or indirectly, is...important. Something to hold on to.]
We did everything together, back then.
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[ It's a bland statement, probably, but it's mostly just a bridge. Providing an opening. ]
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He hesitates a moment before replying, but there's no real point in hiding it. It's probably obvious from seeing them.]
We were a gang.
[It's not that part of his criminal activity he wants to keep close, anyway. It's the part that comes after.]
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[ It's an oddly antiquated word, but coming from an oddly antiquated man. ]
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It was normal, in that part of town.
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[ It's... kind of a joke? Maybe? An attempt at lightening the mood, at least. ]
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(What would Luther think of Brandon's actual profession back in his world? He doubts it would be as simple as Rex's "oh, I see.")
Still, he can tell what the intent behind the comment must have been. An attempt to ease any tension, not add to it.]
I wasn't easy to catch.
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[ The wryly long-suffering sound of someone who had tried to catch Brandon, and failed. ]
Can you do that here? In this world. Turn into... whatever you turned into.
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Yes.
It's a new power.
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What is yours, exactly?