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AURORA
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Aurora
AGE ▷
2
STAR SIGN ▷
Aquarius
STATUS ▷
x
INTERESTS ▷
Reading, walking, construction.
Hello. My name is Aurora. My duty is to oversee your comfort and the daily workings of Etraya, as well as provide information for upcoming missions.
Sevika moves to join her at the table, taking a seat on the other side of it. The poncho can remain where it is for now. There's no need to put it on before she has to head out. ]
So it is. Good job.
[ She's been missing it. While she isn't self-conscious of her missing arm, she has to answer fewer questions when it's hidden from sight. ]
[She nods, looking particularly contented with her compliment. She did do a good job, thank you very much. Without missing a beat, she starts dragging a few pancakes over to another plate before pushing it toward Sevika.]
Sevika's at a total loss here. How is she supposed to react here? Just accept the pancakes? But then Laura might think she likes pancakes, and it would set a precedent of expecting her to eat pancakes.
But she also doesn't want to spend this much time thinking about pancakes because they're pancakes. After those scant few seconds of deciding what to do and frowning at the plate that's been pushed towards her, she just sighs and picks up a fork. ]
[ In fact, it's a small miracle that she reads and writes as well as she does at all. She will, however, use the fork to rip off a piece of pancake and try it. There's a grimace after the fact. Too sweet... ]
This is all sugar. [ All of it. Ugh. ] You tried seafood yet? That's a big part of what we eat where I'm from.
[She stops in her pancake destruction to blink up at Sevika.]
What is that? Seafood?
[She has led a very sheltered life. The most she would have gotten were fish oil pills, with the kind of penny pinching an evil corporation does. You know how it is.]
[ What the— well. Sevika knows better than to assume anyone from any world besides her own knows anything, although she would have thought seafood would be a given, even if the kid's never had it. Well. Easy enough to fix. ]
You know, like, fish? Squid? Stuff from the sea. Water.
[ That sure is a thing. Although, it doesn't shock Sevika that much. The undercity is full of missing kids, and with Renni's experiments often involving them... ]
Is that where you'll end up again if Etraya sends you back? The lab?
We were not controllable enough, so they terminated the project. [Or at least, that was the wording used; she was certainly listening to the way the doctors had phrased it all.] Then they started terminating us. That is when some of the nurses helped the children left get out; they didn't like how we were treated, so they made a plan to take us over the boarder. To escape.
[ Sevika can't even claim she's too young to have to deal with all of that. Tragedy doesn't care about age, nor does how harsh reality can be. Young, old, everyone suffers, though that doesn't mean it still isn't a shame.
Only she isn't one to offer empty comfort. She knows that feeling. She had to work through it herself enough times. ]
Hate to say it, but that's how it usually goes. When you're trying to reach for a better life? There's always someone willing to block your way and kill your people...
[ You don't even have to be a mutant kid for that to happen. ]
While that feeling won't go away, it will fade. Just focus on living. It's something you earned.
[Focus on living. She'd like to think she's doing that — but is there a way of doing it poorly? Of being bad at living? She can't help but wonder if she's doing it right.]
[ Is she a—?! Sevika frees her fork of the pancake chunk and levels it at Laura, using it to point at her. ]
Never, ever suggest that again.
[ Honestly, she looks disgruntled over the very accusation. It's undoubtedly a reaction she and Jinx both share on the topic. Technically, she did help raise that scrawny gremlin, but it wasn't exactly by choice. ]
I'm responsible for my home. [ She stabs the fork back into the pancake. ] That includes all of the people in it.
It's a common misconception about me, and I don't appreciate it, that's all.
[ But she also takes offense when someone tells her she doesn't look like the mothering type. Go figure. ]
Being responsible for the undercity is a lot bigger than one or two kids, though, and I can't say I offer a whole lot of love when dealing with some of the people living there.
Sure. Plenty of people out there shouldn't have had kids when there's no room in their life for them.
[ Although on the note of Laura's father loving her, but not showing it well, hits a little close to home. Sevika gives up fiddling with the pancake and eats the bit on the fork. Ugh, it really is way too sweet. ]
[She seems like someone who is tough. Tough people usually have tough parents who teach them how to be that tough, maybe. Does that make sense? She thinks it makes sense, but she doesn't have a lot of experience with different types of dads.]
[ Her father? Who the hell asks about her father, ever? Well, a kid who doesn't know better, that's who. Sevika won't let her silence at the question drag on too long, but it is there. ]
...sort of. I'm pretty sure he cared about me, but we argued a lot. It made it hard to see it back then, when I was younger, and he was still around.
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Sevika moves to join her at the table, taking a seat on the other side of it. The poncho can remain where it is for now. There's no need to put it on before she has to head out. ]
So it is. Good job.
[ She's been missing it. While she isn't self-conscious of her missing arm, she has to answer fewer questions when it's hidden from sight. ]
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Their best food here.
[She loves them. Deeply, truly.]
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[ Have to do that...
Sevika's at a total loss here. How is she supposed to react here? Just accept the pancakes? But then Laura might think she likes pancakes, and it would set a precedent of expecting her to eat pancakes.
But she also doesn't want to spend this much time thinking about pancakes because they're pancakes. After those scant few seconds of deciding what to do and frowning at the plate that's been pushed towards her, she just sighs and picks up a fork. ]
Can't say I'm a big fan of sweet things.
[ But she'll try them. ]
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We have to try things to know if we like them. That's in a book I read.
[She has been reading a lot, now that she's free to do so.]
I want to try every food that has ever existed, all of it.
... But I do eat a lot of pancakes instead, so it is taking longer than I thought.
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[ In fact, it's a small miracle that she reads and writes as well as she does at all. She will, however, use the fork to rip off a piece of pancake and try it. There's a grimace after the fact. Too sweet... ]
This is all sugar. [ All of it. Ugh. ] You tried seafood yet? That's a big part of what we eat where I'm from.
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What is that? Seafood?
[She has led a very sheltered life. The most she would have gotten were fish oil pills, with the kind of penny pinching an evil corporation does. You know how it is.]
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[ What the— well. Sevika knows better than to assume anyone from any world besides her own knows anything, although she would have thought seafood would be a given, even if the kid's never had it. Well. Easy enough to fix. ]
You know, like, fish? Squid? Stuff from the sea. Water.
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I've heard of fish. But I have not met any. Or eaten them.
Where I was raised, we were not allowed outside.
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Why? Air deadly or some bullshit like that?
(blanket cw for child abuse/experimentation/etc!!)
Instead, she shakes her head.]
I was born in laboratory. Mutant children like me were made into weapons for selling.
But we were a secret, so we couldn't be allowed outside for normal people to ever see.
cw same though just passing thought on it
Is that where you'll end up again if Etraya sends you back? The lab?
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We were not controllable enough, so they terminated the project. [Or at least, that was the wording used; she was certainly listening to the way the doctors had phrased it all.] Then they started terminating us. That is when some of the nurses helped the children left get out; they didn't like how we were treated, so they made a plan to take us over the boarder. To escape.
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And did they get you there? To the border?
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... Yes.
We were granted 'asylum'.
[At least, that's what the people on the radio called it.]
But some of the us... and some of the people who helped us were killed.
I have tried not to feel responsible, but it is hard sometimes.
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Only she isn't one to offer empty comfort. She knows that feeling. She had to work through it herself enough times. ]
Hate to say it, but that's how it usually goes. When you're trying to reach for a better life? There's always someone willing to block your way and kill your people...
[ You don't even have to be a mutant kid for that to happen. ]
While that feeling won't go away, it will fade. Just focus on living. It's something you earned.
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Is that what you do, too?
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When I was closer to your age, it was, but I have to think about a lot more than only my life these days.
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Why is that?
Are you a mother?
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Never, ever suggest that again.
[ Honestly, she looks disgruntled over the very accusation. It's undoubtedly a reaction she and Jinx both share on the topic. Technically, she did help raise that scrawny gremlin, but it wasn't exactly by choice. ]
I'm responsible for my home. [ She stabs the fork back into the pancake. ] That includes all of the people in it.
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It sounds similar. Being responsible for a home. For people in it.
[Sevika, this is a child who has no clue how normal families work.]
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[ But she also takes offense when someone tells her she doesn't look like the mothering type. Go figure. ]
Being responsible for the undercity is a lot bigger than one or two kids, though, and I can't say I offer a whole lot of love when dealing with some of the people living there.
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... I don't think all moms and dads love their kids.
[Ah, but she adds:]
But my father loved me, I think. He just did not show it very well.
[At the end of everything. Right when it hurt most. But what can you do?]
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Sure. Plenty of people out there shouldn't have had kids when there's no room in their life for them.
[ Although on the note of Laura's father loving her, but not showing it well, hits a little close to home. Sevika gives up fiddling with the pancake and eats the bit on the fork. Ugh, it really is way too sweet. ]
Mm. Yeah. Fathers are like that sometimes.
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[She seems like someone who is tough. Tough people usually have tough parents who teach them how to be that tough, maybe. Does that make sense? She thinks it makes sense, but she doesn't have a lot of experience with different types of dads.]
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...sort of. I'm pretty sure he cared about me, but we argued a lot. It made it hard to see it back then, when I was younger, and he was still around.
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