[Fourth]

[dearmungandr]

Jormungandr has been very seriously considering murdering all the drones at his job and burning down the building. He just doesn't see the point in all the paper that does nothing but have words that are meaningless but all the drones act like it's the most important thing in the world. They don't seem to understand that in a thousand years no one

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[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa is dressed for the office, though she does not work in the same building as Jormungandr. ]

[ She sits on a bench a few yards away, watching him, but not in a hostile way. Her attitude is more like that of a lifeguard, but one that knows everyone present can swim. ]

[dearmungandr]

[He knows she's there, but he will not acknowledge her presence. There's no need to. And he's busy.

Though it doesn't really look like it.

No, he's busy remembering the ocean.]

[ooeeooahah]

It's not big enough, is it?

[ The quiet comment is pitched just loud enough to reach him. She remembers another beach, another time. ]

[dearmungandr]

[He turns his head to look at her, a straight, steady stare, before looking back at the lake.]

No.

Iss wrong.

[ooeeooahah]

It's all wrong.

[ She shifts on the bench, ] But is there anything that will help?

[dearmungandr]

[The only thing that would help would be for him to be in his natural form, in his natural oceans, and that, that is probably impossible. Certainly impossible for her.]

No.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She nods, remembering his confusion when they first met, and his attitude whenever he has to be downtown. ]

Being human, as well as being away from your... [ She almost says "right place", but that feels wrong. ] ...habitual place tends to cause stress.

[ She falls silent, as if waiting for his capacity for more information to renew. ]

[dearmungandr]

...yess.

[He says this quietly. Because it's true.]

((OOC: ...out of curiosity, how did she pick up on who he was? Because it seems like she's talking like she knows who he is, but the only other time they've talked he couldn't say a word.))

[ooeeooahah]

((OOC: She doesn't know or have any specific clues, but his actions lead her to think he used to be something other than human. Her guess is mersapiens, from his speech and the fact that he's communing with the pond. ))

[ She waits a few more moments before speaking again. ]

We will get out. I have to believe in that.

[dearmungandr]

((OOC: Okay cool! Just wondering. :) ))

[He looks at her for a moment, then back at the water. Honestly, it's all just trading one prison for another. The only reason "home" is better is because at least he's in his natural form there. And he understands it. So perhaps that prison is the lesser of two evils.]

...maybe.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She reads his pause as the response of someone who is dead in their home plane. There's a few of those around town. ]

I'm hoping that "out" can be flexible... if someone was pulled out of a bad situation, that they might be able to leave here for somewhere else.

[ Staring at the horizon, thinking about how to relocate refugees to her plane. ]

[dearmungandr]

[He snorts. Like that would help. He's fated to help end the world, there's no "somewhere else" available for him.

Other than that derisive snort, he's silent. He has no way of communicating precisely what he's thinking, and he doesn't particularly care to.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She smiles softly, and shrugs. ]

I tend to hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

[dearmungandr]

[Hope? Everything is foretold. Jormungandr knows exactly what his life will be and how it will end. Hope is useless and unnecessary.

But.

He is here.

...still. Hope has very little to do with it. Hope will not get them out of here.

He is silent.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ She still smiles, having been used to that sort of reaction. ]

You never know what will be the thing that turns this situation around.

[ She gets up, preparing to leave. ]

If you get frustrated and want to talk about it, I can listen.

[ Her smile turns rueful, considering how little he speaks. ]

[dearmungandr]

[He gives her a very disdainful look. Him? Talking? He can barely string together a simple sentence and he still has trouble pronouncing certain sounds. He hates talking. Almost as much as he hates being human. But then, it all kind of goes together, so there you go.]