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Who: Mob, Viktor and others
What: december log catchall for my characters
When: december and potentially beyond
Where: around the trench

Content Warnings: in thread headers

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She didn't really have the ability back home, but her bloodtype gave her the ability. Usagi has been here a long time, so she had a better handle on it. [ Until recently, Hotaru hadn't used or been aware of her sleeping powers. It was only with Saturn re-awakening that the majority of them kicked in.

Hotaru sits with her toes pointed towards the fire, though takes her shoes off to make sure everything warms up. Now that her Senshi crystal isn't being blocked, catching a cold will be more difficult, so she has that going for her. If he gets sick, she will bring him soup and tea.

There seems to be a lot of people ending up in odd places, at least since she's gotten here. ] I don't know. There are a lot of things I like to do. Violin is just one of them.

[ It doesn't have orchestras, though she has met other people that play instruments. Also, this conversation about her future job is... ] I'll probably be a full-time guard for the royal family when I grow up. Then everything else will just be for fun.

[ There, that's how she can explain her future. ]

I haven't seen it personally, but I know it's true. [ She doesn't sound scared, as though Hotaru has accepted that death and coming back is a simple fact of life. ] I have seen the dead come back in different ways, like the zombies you saw in the forest. Or creatures that take on the appearance of figures from back home, but a violent and vicious.

Oh, she must be a really good teacher then. [experience tended to do that.] Did you know her back home?

[oh most excellent idea there, mob also takes off his shoes, putting them a little closer to the fire to hopefully dry off. a glance around and no one seems bugged by them, which is a relief. the trench was full of pretty nice people, he thinks. or people used to weird bullshit more like.

he nods to that.] I admire that. I don't really have any hobbies. [he admits. people with passions really are admirable. also? people who are going to become royal guards?? have a slightly wide eyed look at that.] That sounds really important. That's what you want to do?

[talk about having a life plan. anyway death, lighthearted subject. he nods, and after a moment says,] I don't know how to feel about that. [just blatant honesty about the coming back from death thing. it was kind of a lot.

but the worker comes over again, asking if they want something to drink. mob hesitantly asks for hot cocoa.]

Yes, she was also used to my mental presence. [ So it wasn't super intrusive between the two of them. ] We are friends - pretty much family - there, so she took me in when I arrived here.

[ No children living on their own here, since people tended to worry about that sort of thing. Hotaru thinks that Trench is filled with pretty nice people too, though is aware there is some danger concerning both sides.

Hotaru lightly claps her hands. ] No time to start like the present! You could probably find a hobby around here. [ She will help him look for hobbies! There's a smile on her face as she talks about her future job. ] Yes. My best friend is the princess, and I love her and her family, so I want to be able to protect them from anything.

[ A very long life plan, since they will be very long-lived individuals. ] It's difficult to sort through the idea of people dying and returning, especially in such a manner, but to me, death is just a part of living. And coming back, I've always believed that hope and rebirth followed death. Like when a forest is burned down, it's sad and difficult, but there will always been new growth.

[ There's a distant look in her eyes that's only broken by the sound of talking between Shigeo and the worker. Hotaru asks for the same. ]

That's nice. [he warms just a touch to hear that. coming here and having no one familiar was pretty rough, he is very glad to hear hotaru had things differently. not that he hasn't found plenty of kind people ready to help him.] Are there a lot of people you know here?

[there seemed to be little clumps of groups from the same world. he couldn't figure out a rhyme or reason to it, just that the trench really liked karate.

her enthusiasm about a potential hobby has him perking a little, glancing to the side with a small smile.] Yeah... I'm not sure where to start though. I'm not very good at music or art or anything like that. [but ok, time to go a little wide eyed again.] Your life sounds like a fairy tale.

[it was nice! after a moment's thought he says,] She must be really grateful then. You were so calm and collected before, you'll make a really good guard for her.

A new growth. [he considers that as the man leaves to get their drinks.] I've met a lot of spirits of dead people. They do seem to sometimes find a whole new life like that. Then they move on themselves, if they're really at peace. It always makes me hope what's after that is like you said, hopeful and peaceful.

[ If Usagi hadn't been here, Hotaru might have turned right back around and tried to leave. Since she is an active member of the guard. ] Not really. There were three, but Minako-chan left recently. Everyone else are just the people I've met and made friends with here.

[ Hotaru hasn't really paid attention to the groups, mostly made friends with people close to her age or seemed friendly. There are a lot of karate people here, though.

Hobbies are great, a means to stay grounded in between all of the crazy things happening. Both here and at home. ] You don't have to be good at something for it to be your hobby. A lot of skill comes from practice or repetition. You just have to find something you love doing. [ That's all. She laughs lightly. ] It kind of is.

[ There's a happy smile at his words. ] Thank you, I haven't ended up in a lot of situations like that one since coming, but it's nice to know that I can handle the surprising ones.

[ Waking up in a forest and having to find her way out isn't nearly as serious as being under a frozen lake. ] Hm, this isn't our world, so I don't know how much we can do for them, but it'd be nice to try to help somehow.

That seems normal. Most people I know only have a couple of people they knew or no one at all. [a pause.] I'm not sure which is better. It must be stressful, worrying about the people you cared about a long time here.

[that bit about hobbies has him quiet, only breaking his thoughts when the worker comes over with their mugs. mob thanks him as he takes his, watches the waiter hand over hotaru's as well. the warmth of just holding it is nice.]

I've never really been able to find something I love like that. [he's a little jealous of people who do, really. when she laughs his lips quirk though.] It must be annoying to be put in a horror story after that.

[the dead though, that has him looking to his cup as he thinks.] I'm not sure. There are ghosts here, they could probably use closure. Sometimes it's really easy things like finding something they thought they lost.

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