[ She isn't doing rounds, exactly, but Koharu is keeping a careful eye on the on-goings around her, including the people in it. At some point, she does notice the man emerge from the fortune teller's tent, and in an entirely sour mood, at that. ]
The fortunes must not be very good then, huh...
[ She was debating if she was curious enough to try; he's kind of convincing her she isn't, actually. ]
[The wings give him pause for a moment, if only because his general association about wings on a person is a point of concern. Still, he largely doubts that she has anything to do with his world, so he leaves it alone.
Instead, Vincent lets out a soft scoff, glancing away.]
I didn't go in precisely willingly. I like it even less when I am known by a stranger.
[The admission comes oddly easily, which is also uncomfortable. Don't much like that!]
[ Maybe it's simply his current getup—which she assumes as just another Halloween costume—but he does give the vibes of someone who'd prefer to keep their secrets. ]
Fortune tellers are kind of popular, but it's weird how a stranger could know so much about you... and with so many people, too. I wonder how they do it.
The same way they have knowledge of our respective histories, I imagine. Whatever that method is, it escapes me.
I advise you keep yourself from the fortuneteller, and the hall of mirrors. I assume you're newly arrived, and could stand to be spared of those experiences.
I'd remember your face, and your wings are not prosthetics.
[look he knows all about wings even if his own aren't feathered ok]
The mirrors can display memories. The fortuneteller... [Vincent scowls as he tries to find the right words.] I have a vague sense of what happened, but I cannot recall the details. It bothers me. I shouldn't have forgotten so quickly.
... I think I'll reconsider the fortuneteller. [ She's been thoroughly convinced otherwise, grats. She'd rather not emerge from something else with a fuzzy memory. ] Memories sounds—unusual... Even more than a fortuneteller, I think.
It wouldn't be the first time those who run Aldrip are determined to throw our histories back into our faces. Maybe it's their way of reminding us of our sins.
Difficult to say without a blatant answer, really. [Vincent shrugs.] Either way, keep clear of those areas and the rest of the festival seems largely normal. At least so far.
[It's wryly asked, not in disbelief but simply because he would really get it if it turned out that she was expecting a bunch of dead people or something.]
Is it not just a more elaborate prison? None of us have returned to our worlds, after all. We're here against our will on account of our past actions.
Those that run Aldrip consider it rehabilitation. I couldn't speak to that effectiveness. Perhaps it isn't a traditional prison, but it is stifling nonetheless.
...But I suppose it's also allowed some things that would not have otherwise happened. A silver lining, in a way. Strange of me to admit that much.
[ Huh. It's interesting that he says so, especially with the doom and gloom any explanations of their current location seems to come with—or sound as if it does. ]
[It's a bit awkward for him to remark on a silver lining, but it is also honest. It's true that while there have been plenty of terrible experiences, he also couldn't say all of it was bad. The opportunities it has granted.
He hopes it isn't for naught.]
...Meet as many other Chosen as you can. See who you can connect with. That is my advice.
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The fortunes must not be very good then, huh...
[ She was debating if she was curious enough to try; he's kind of convincing her she isn't, actually. ]
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Instead, Vincent lets out a soft scoff, glancing away.]
I didn't go in precisely willingly. I like it even less when I am known by a stranger.
[The admission comes oddly easily, which is also uncomfortable. Don't much like that!]
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[ Maybe it's simply his current getup—which she assumes as just another Halloween costume—but he does give the vibes of someone who'd prefer to keep their secrets. ]
Fortune tellers are kind of popular, but it's weird how a stranger could know so much about you... and with so many people, too. I wonder how they do it.
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I advise you keep yourself from the fortuneteller, and the hall of mirrors. I assume you're newly arrived, and could stand to be spared of those experiences.
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She thought she could at least blend in with the costumes being worn, but perhaps she's just too obvious despite that. ]
I'm—yeah. What's wrong with them?
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[look he knows all about wings even if his own aren't feathered ok]
The mirrors can display memories. The fortuneteller... [Vincent scowls as he tries to find the right words.] I have a vague sense of what happened, but I cannot recall the details. It bothers me. I shouldn't have forgotten so quickly.
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... I think I'll reconsider the fortuneteller. [ She's been thoroughly convinced otherwise, grats. She'd rather not emerge from something else with a fuzzy memory. ] Memories sounds—unusual... Even more than a fortuneteller, I think.
[ Mostly: how? ]
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Difficult to say without a blatant answer, really. [Vincent shrugs.] Either way, keep clear of those areas and the rest of the festival seems largely normal. At least so far.
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Normal and... lively, huh?
[ Quickly, she gives their immediate surroundings a cursory scan. ]
Is it always like this? From what I heard, I was beginning to think it'd be more like a jail or something.
[ They're not locked up or anything of the like, but this seems a little too nice for a bunch of people supposedly repenting for crimes. ]
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[It's wryly asked, not in disbelief but simply because he would really get it if it turned out that she was expecting a bunch of dead people or something.]
Is it not just a more elaborate prison? None of us have returned to our worlds, after all. We're here against our will on account of our past actions.
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[ She has to think about that. She's standing around in the middle of a Halloween festival; is this considered a prison in that way? ]
I— I don't know. I just always thought if you were really in a prison, you wouldn't have much freedom.
[ It feels more like being stranded in a city, but now she doesn't feel so certain. ]
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...But I suppose it's also allowed some things that would not have otherwise happened. A silver lining, in a way. Strange of me to admit that much.
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So you mean... some good does happen around here?
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[Vincent never imagined himself someone who would end up befriending so many after his failures. To end up caring so deeply again.
For better or for worse, he has been given a chance that would otherwise be impossible.]
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[ It's about the first good thing she's heard, really. ]
I was worried about what would hapen here, but it's good that it isn't all terrible.
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[It's a bit awkward for him to remark on a silver lining, but it is also honest. It's true that while there have been plenty of terrible experiences, he also couldn't say all of it was bad. The opportunities it has granted.
He hopes it isn't for naught.]
...Meet as many other Chosen as you can. See who you can connect with. That is my advice.
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[ She trails off, briefly, before continuing. ]
I don't think I've ever been that good at talking with people, but I can try my best.
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[It's spoken wryly, with a hint of amusement.]
I've never been good with people. But I manage. In comparison, I'm certain you'll excel.
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That's... erm. Most of the others I've met so far have been kind, at least.