[ It’s already pretty apparent even at a distance thanks to the tattoos, and it only becomes clearer up close that the child - teenager, really - is just a younger-looking, much smaller Challah. She can throw the bone a lot further than the man opposite her, who keeps coming up short and also isn’t very good at catching it in return even when she tosses it right to him. In spite of this, he’s laughing a lot, like he’s having a great time. Visually, they make an odd, mismatched pair; the man is in a bright purple quilted windbreaker over a graphic tee of some kind, sweatpants, and very comfortable-looking sneakers, while Challah Small is barefoot, in just a simple tunic.
The man looks to be somewhere in his twenties, maybe, but it's hard to place age with confidence because he also seems pretty sickly; his complexion isn't good, and he's way too skinny, next to no muscle definition as far as the eye can see. The distance he can manage to toss the bone gets progressively smaller, until he seems to have tired himself out so much that his laughing has morphed into a wheeze.
as Challah comes over and speaks to them, Challah Small turns and gapes at her, too startled to respond for a second ]
challah (big) also gapes for a second or two. or three. ... time to circle challah (small) so as to put herself at a comfortable distance for defense or attacc should the Need Arise. ]
[ as if on cue, the bone slips from the man’s fingers, and Abel hurries over to help him sit down on the ground before he collapses. with the game coming to an end, the dog trots over to their side, too. ]
It’s all right. I just need to rest for a bit. Thank you, Abel. [ the dog noses at his hand with a whine, and he pets both the dog's head and Abel's. Abel apologizes, ]
“I should not have pushed you so, as weak as you are. I’m sorry, Solomon.”
Yes, it looks like we are... though I'm not sure where "here" is. And I don't know why, [ she looks over at challah (small) ] ... That person is here, either.
What we need to do is find the owner of this Ideal World and convince them to go home with us.
If you're here... [ . . . ] A different you, then that means it's someone close to you back inside Imeeji. Your sister, maybe...? Or someone on your unit.
[ speaking of not logical, she uh. is definitely arguing with her other self now, but it looks like kaguya is off to the skyscraper which is probably good ]
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Hello...? What are you playing?
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The man looks to be somewhere in his twenties, maybe, but it's hard to place age with confidence because he also seems pretty sickly; his complexion isn't good, and he's way too skinny, next to no muscle definition as far as the eye can see. The distance he can manage to toss the bone gets progressively smaller, until he seems to have tired himself out so much that his laughing has morphed into a wheeze.
as Challah comes over and speaks to them, Challah Small turns and gapes at her, too startled to respond for a second ]
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challah (big) also gapes for a second or two. or three. ... time to circle challah (small) so as to put herself at a comfortable distance for defense or attacc should the Need Arise. ]
Who are you? [ just a little bit accusatory ]
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she frowns a bit back, ALSO defensive ]
I am Abel. Who are you?
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I am Challah-- [ wait okay now that she has acknowledged other challah, the wheezing of the man is starting to concern her ]
Is he okay? Does he need help?
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[ as if on cue, the bone slips from the man’s fingers, and Abel hurries over to help him sit down on the ground before he collapses. with the game coming to an end, the dog trots over to their side, too. ]
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guess that answers her question ]
Sh... should I call someone?
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[ the dog noses at his hand with a whine, and he pets both the dog's head and Abel's. Abel apologizes, ]
“I should not have pushed you so, as weak as you are. I’m sorry, Solomon.”
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speaking of. ]
Why does she look like me? [ nodding towards "abel" ]
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"Could we not ask the same of you?"
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[ Oh good. A familiar face. ]
Hey-- you...
[ . . . There's a younger you here. ]
It looks like we're both in the same place.
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Yes, it looks like we are... though I'm not sure where "here" is. And I don't know why, [ she looks over at challah (small) ] ... That person is here, either.
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What we need to do is find the owner of this Ideal World and convince them to go home with us.
If you're here... [ . . . ] A different you, then that means it's someone close to you back inside Imeeji. Your sister, maybe...? Or someone on your unit.
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They got my height wrong, though. [ THIS IS VERY IRRITATING ]
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Maybe they think of you as someone they want to protect? So you ended up smaller?
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Well that's dumb. [ SHE WILL ONLY BE IRRITATED ABOUT THIS ]
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It's just a guess. Even I wouldn't want you put into a dangerous situation, even if you are more than capable.
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Yes, well... even so wouldn't making me smaller make it harder to protect me?
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