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A. Phone. Early Morning. Unfiltered.
[It's not that Rose is an early bird. She's a rather regular bird, if the metaphor lends itself for such uses, but she wasn't supposed to be sleeping. Dave was supposed to be sleeping and waking up later, as per the effect she expected to cause after that yarn ball throw. Still, she was the one waking up in a place that was most definitely not Derse, unless they had suddenly populated the place with a completely outdated series of identical suburban houses.]
I seem to find myself in quite the predicament. On one hand, I have the imperative necessity to return to my duties, as they played a rather critical role yet to be defined. In the other hand, though, I am called by the Great Outdoors, as this new locale pleads to be explored.
But before I devote myself to that enterprise I would like to ask for further instructions regarding the nature of this place.
[For the record, Rose sounds as if someone had done something of the magnitude of using all the sugar in the kitchen, not displacing her through time and space. She's really playing it cool here.]
B. Streets of Mayfield, Afternoon.
[And so Rose traverses the streets, sometimes silent, sometimes barely humming a tune, but always keeping an eye on everything. She doesn't even bother with the drones, leave alone the adult ones, but rather focus on those that have a certain shine in their eyes the canon fodder lacks. To them she gives more examination time, although she won't really engage in a conversation by her own initiative. Not until she has managed to get the upper hand in this place. Or in its default, to have lost her patience, whatever happens first.
But yeah she's wandering around, go bother her.]
C. Mayfield High. Fashionably Late.
[Like the coolest teenager, Rose arrives late to school...and goes directly to the yard, where she sits somewhere calm and with shade. The day has been too exciting -or rather, mildly exciting- to enter the classrooms; she'll have time to do that later. But it's a good time to have a chat with her fellow classmates, perhaps?]
[It's not that Rose is an early bird. She's a rather regular bird, if the metaphor lends itself for such uses, but she wasn't supposed to be sleeping. Dave was supposed to be sleeping and waking up later, as per the effect she expected to cause after that yarn ball throw. Still, she was the one waking up in a place that was most definitely not Derse, unless they had suddenly populated the place with a completely outdated series of identical suburban houses.]
I seem to find myself in quite the predicament. On one hand, I have the imperative necessity to return to my duties, as they played a rather critical role yet to be defined. In the other hand, though, I am called by the Great Outdoors, as this new locale pleads to be explored.
But before I devote myself to that enterprise I would like to ask for further instructions regarding the nature of this place.
[For the record, Rose sounds as if someone had done something of the magnitude of using all the sugar in the kitchen, not displacing her through time and space. She's really playing it cool here.]
B. Streets of Mayfield, Afternoon.
[And so Rose traverses the streets, sometimes silent, sometimes barely humming a tune, but always keeping an eye on everything. She doesn't even bother with the drones, leave alone the adult ones, but rather focus on those that have a certain shine in their eyes the canon fodder lacks. To them she gives more examination time, although she won't really engage in a conversation by her own initiative. Not until she has managed to get the upper hand in this place. Or in its default, to have lost her patience, whatever happens first.
But yeah she's wandering around, go bother her.]
C. Mayfield High. Fashionably Late.
[Like the coolest teenager, Rose arrives late to school...and goes directly to the yard, where she sits somewhere calm and with shade. The day has been too exciting -or rather, mildly exciting- to enter the classrooms; she'll have time to do that later. But it's a good time to have a chat with her fellow classmates, perhaps?]
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*And here, Kanaya looks away, almost shyly.* I... had always wanted to meet with you in person, Rose Lalonde.
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[She's just going to blink...and now it's her time to blush. She can usually take compliments with a poker face, but her defenses were low right then.]
Oh...I hope I am on par to your expectations. I also wanted to meet you in person, Kanaya.
[Oh BOY isn't it awkward now?]
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*That is an... endearing expression that Rose made, just there. Yes, that is the proper human term for it.* Did you? I think I should feel flattered.
Thus far you seem to have met my expectations indeed.
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[Did she just make a joke? Anyway, Rose brushes the heat on her face -or tries- with a hand movement before starting to walk. AND THEN SHE JUST KEEPS TALKING. Rose is going to try to hide her face but her hair is too short.
FAIL.]
I do what I can. As far as I'm concerned you have done a great deal of things worth of praise yourself.
[What else can she do but counter the flattering?]
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In a way, I can tell you are a dependable person. It's an easy conclusion to reach once you compare what I have gathered about the other trolls and what I know about you. You do seem to care on a level the others don't, so it's completely understandable that even with a limited source of information I had managed to gather, my perception of you would be that of someone worth consideration.
[She made a pause, mostly to get some air and to check if she was still making sense to Kanaya.]
Furthermore, it's refreshing to speak without fearing my interlocutor will be capable of understand what I'm trying to say without needing a repetition...or to read it thrice.
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*She nods, looking back at Rose.* That is a condition that I can certainly sympathize with. It seems that the two of us are naturally more... verbose than our cohorts.
Do you often need to repeat yourself for them?
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Oftentimes I thought it would be easier if I just watered down my speech, but as it is my friends are not precisely clueless when it comes to understand me. Then again, they can read it and think about it, so perhaps the fluidity is nothing but a mere lag induced illusion.
And I never repeat myself.
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Sometimes it is necessary for the benefit of others.
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I trust my friends to keep up, as I keep up with them. Still, I might have rephrased my propositions now and then, of course.
[She's considerate with her friends after all. Mostly.]
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And I see. Yes, rephrasal is sometimes necessary for us. *A pause, as they walk* I imagine it will be refreshing to have someone with whom we can converse without necessitating that.
What is that? That barkbeast over there. It's very... small. *Pointing at a dog!*
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We have always preferred written communication though. It made things faster and easier...on occasion. I couldn't agree more, though.
That would be a dog. [She stares for a moment at the thing.] Do you trolls have pets? As in, creatures you tend to and keep with you out of some sort of emotional attachment?
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...let's just assume she didn't?
[And yet that makes her think about her past conversations with her.]
Did you ever mention your Lusus to me? I might be imagining things though.
Sure! also, not sure why I capitalized it...
Hm. I do not recall if I have; if I had it seems to have slipped my mind. *A slight pause.* I miss her very much.
Because it looks cooler? :3c
[Rose's just going to nod and lower her eyes a little.]
I'm acquainted with the feeling.
Perhaps, yes!
*Kanaya falls silent for a moment as they walk.* Do you feel similar sensations toward your adult human guardian female?
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[Rose falls silent for a while as they walk down the street.]
My mom is dead.
[The simplicity of the sentence, combined with unexpected emotion make it sound all the worst.]
We never had the best of the relationships, but it's surprising how one can become so dependent without truly realizing it.
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In other words, I'm very sorry to learn that. Even if you and she were not particularly close I imagine she was still an important figure in your life.
*She's quiet for a moment longer.* When did you learn of this? In all the time spent observing you I don't recall anything like that.