[ well i sure hope having someone up there already doesn't mean he's going to bounce off of an invisible barrier! she's up here already with staff in hand, checking out some star charts, but she'll glance over at the stairs when she hears something. ]
Just looking around. It's amazing how there's always something new each week, isn't it? And it's been a while since I've seen star charts like this, but none of them are familiar.
Hey, that's pretty neat. I don't know anything like that . . .
[He looks out at the view, but then suddenly. Whoops. Memory time.
Galo is in a prison cell - dimly lit, high security, with cuffs on his hands. He's there, alone, for a very long time. He counts the days when the guards slide food under the door, twice per day. Some of them talk to him briefly - they call him terrorist scum, taunt him about the fact that he's going to be executed for trying to hurt the Governor. But most say nothing. Galo tries to argue with a few at first, but he eventually says nothing as well.
After a week passes, the cell finally opens to someone new. A woman in a lab coat is standing there. She’s brought a tray of food, which she places in front of him - and then she has his remote handcuffs deactivated with a word to the guards. The door closes behind her.
Galo looks up at her. She’s alone in here with him, and his hands are free. “Are you sure?”
“You’re not the kind of guy who would attack an unarmed person. Aina always told me, you’re honest and straightforward to a fault.”
Galo thinks of Aina, his coworker and friend. She and her sister look a lot alike. But a week ago, he watched Heris conduct an experiment on an innocent person that tortured him and burned his life away. The image of friendly and good-hearted Aina doesn't mesh with the woman in front of him at all.
Heris sets the tray in front of him. “Now, eat. It will be your last meal.”
Galo looks down at the tray, too miserable to be hungry. “You really okay with this? Aina told me she’s proud of you. Does she know about the migration? And the Burnish?”
Heris won’t look at him, but her tone has grown cold. “It’s none of your business.”
“You haven’t told her,” Galo continues to push. “If she knew about it she wouldn’t have kept quiet about it! Why don’t you tell her, if you have nothing to hide!”
Heris turns to face him again, angry now. “I’d do anything for her survival.”
Galo only stares back at her. “I don’t think she’d be happy.”
Heris says nothing. She leaves, closing the door behind her, leaving Galo to pick at the tray of food, counting down the hours. And then, just as the memory begins to fade away, the prison shakes like an earthquake hit it, and the world is lit up in bright pink and turquoise flames for one moment.
[ before brilith can process what's happening, another memory plays out him. her eyes are wide by the time it ends, staring at galo, star charts forgotten. ]
If that was really all him... I can see what you mean. There's not a single magician that strong in my world - only the gods.
[ and sura, she supposes, but no one wants to hear about those. ]
...No, not really. I almost did, and if Agni hadn't shown up, I would have died. But he did come, and he healed me, and brought me back from the brink.
I don't know. He did that for years after I summoned him, but never really told me why. For all I know, it's because he doesn't want to be taken seriously just because he's a god.
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week 3; monday evening
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...Did you just run all the way up here?
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. . .Yeah?
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Are you okay? Um... Come in, Galo.
[ that should suffice right ]
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Whew! Close one. But I survived!
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I'm just glad you didn't fall back down. You would have had to run up all over again.
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[No one's questioning that, Galo. Anyway, coming in.]
What're you doing up here?
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[ himbo powers and all. ]
Just looking around. It's amazing how there's always something new each week, isn't it? And it's been a while since I've seen star charts like this, but none of them are familiar.
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[He looks out at the view, but then suddenly. Whoops. Memory time.
Galo is in a prison cell - dimly lit, high security, with cuffs on his hands. He's there, alone, for a very long time. He counts the days when the guards slide food under the door, twice per day. Some of them talk to him briefly - they call him terrorist scum, taunt him about the fact that he's going to be executed for trying to hurt the Governor. But most say nothing. Galo tries to argue with a few at first, but he eventually says nothing as well.
After a week passes, the cell finally opens to someone new. A woman in a lab coat is standing there. She’s brought a tray of food, which she places in front of him - and then she has his remote handcuffs deactivated with a word to the guards. The door closes behind her.
Galo looks up at her. She’s alone in here with him, and his hands are free. “Are you sure?”
“You’re not the kind of guy who would attack an unarmed person. Aina always told me, you’re honest and straightforward to a fault.”
Galo thinks of Aina, his coworker and friend. She and her sister look a lot alike. But a week ago, he watched Heris conduct an experiment on an innocent person that tortured him and burned his life away. The image of friendly and good-hearted Aina doesn't mesh with the woman in front of him at all.
Heris sets the tray in front of him. “Now, eat. It will be your last meal.”
Galo looks down at the tray, too miserable to be hungry. “You really okay with this? Aina told me she’s proud of you. Does she know about the migration? And the Burnish?”
Heris won’t look at him, but her tone has grown cold. “It’s none of your business.”
“You haven’t told her,” Galo continues to push. “If she knew about it she wouldn’t have kept quiet about it! Why don’t you tell her, if you have nothing to hide!”
Heris turns to face him again, angry now. “I’d do anything for her survival.”
Galo only stares back at her. “I don’t think she’d be happy.”
Heris says nothing. She leaves, closing the door behind her, leaving Galo to pick at the tray of food, counting down the hours. And then, just as the memory begins to fade away, the prison shakes like an earthquake hit it, and the world is lit up in bright pink and turquoise flames for one moment.
The memory ends.]
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Galo... What was that?
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[Um, what was that? What was with her memory? She died? She forgot things?]
You okay?
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[So yeah, there was an explosion. He shakes his head.]
I'm okay. These memories are hard, huh?
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[ they were... beautiful, actually. ]
They are, yes... [ nodding absently. ] I'm okay, too. What you saw... it happened years ago.
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[But the thing that's actually nagging at him.]
You died...?
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[ and sura, she supposes, but no one wants to hear about those. ]
...No, not really. I almost did, and if Agni hadn't shown up, I would have died. But he did come, and he healed me, and brought me back from the brink.
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That's Babo Kim?
[Because he saw a memory where someone called him that.]
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The memory I saw, someone was calling him that. How come he's keeping it secret? His powers are cool, but Lio's got 'em, too.
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[Why, Galo. . .]
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