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[The communicator flickers on (albeit with several random buttons pressed in the mix), and here you go, have one rather confused, rather stunned ex-SOLDIER. Standing outside, one of his hands is busy shielding his electric blue eyes while his other is poking at a dark-navy shirt that has enough peppered destruction to it that it seems less like clothing and more like Swiss Cheese. It’s pride that made him keep it, pride, disbelief, and stubbornness. In glimpses beneath, the skin is whole, perfect and tanned, no hint of damage, not a flaw in sight.]
Hope this thing is recording…
So, not really what I was thinking when I envisioned the Lifestream, gotta admit. [A finger hooks in one of the more prominent holes in the fabric, tugs, and lets go, a nervous tic. Sorry, you’ll have to forgive him; he’s a little overwhelmed by the last twenty-four hours; near-death does that to a person. Being brought somewhere else, somewhere he’s never even heard of, isn’t even sure really exists? Even worse.] Yeah, yeah, I mean, I know what they’ve said and all, but, heh. You know, it’s a lot to swallow.
[He clears his throat.]
Does anyone know-- [He stops himself, fighting the urge to ask about Cloud, to ask if the kid made it out, to ask if he came over with anyone. If he is around and this place is real, the less attention drawn to him, the better, especially without knowing just what exactly lurks here. He’s not about to throw the kid to the same wolves he just tried so damn desperately to save him from. But… he wants to know, too. Badly.]
-if I can get a good burger somewhere? I’m starving. You don’t wanna know what I’ve been living off of for the last few years.
[And no, he has no desire to elaborate. Really, he doesn’t. His stomach, however, chimes in with a well-timed growl, and he laughs good-naturedly. The hand playing at his shirt pats his stomach gently.]
Okay, maybe three burgers.
Or five.
Hope this thing is recording…
So, not really what I was thinking when I envisioned the Lifestream, gotta admit. [A finger hooks in one of the more prominent holes in the fabric, tugs, and lets go, a nervous tic. Sorry, you’ll have to forgive him; he’s a little overwhelmed by the last twenty-four hours; near-death does that to a person. Being brought somewhere else, somewhere he’s never even heard of, isn’t even sure really exists? Even worse.] Yeah, yeah, I mean, I know what they’ve said and all, but, heh. You know, it’s a lot to swallow.
[He clears his throat.]
Does anyone know-- [He stops himself, fighting the urge to ask about Cloud, to ask if the kid made it out, to ask if he came over with anyone. If he is around and this place is real, the less attention drawn to him, the better, especially without knowing just what exactly lurks here. He’s not about to throw the kid to the same wolves he just tried so damn desperately to save him from. But… he wants to know, too. Badly.]
-if I can get a good burger somewhere? I’m starving. You don’t wanna know what I’ve been living off of for the last few years.
[And no, he has no desire to elaborate. Really, he doesn’t. His stomach, however, chimes in with a well-timed growl, and he laughs good-naturedly. The hand playing at his shirt pats his stomach gently.]
Okay, maybe three burgers.
Or five.