dormheads | [ AUDIENCE: LUCRETIA ]

-yes, that's more or less what I expected.

[chad.]

[:pensive:]

... They're my belongings, so they're my responsibility. Besides, it ensures they won't get mishandled.

Is that only caution, or are that many of them sentimental?

Some of them I can sell if I need the money.

I suppose that's understandable.

[she's peering at some of the books, though, curious.]

What do you usually prefer reading?

Mostly nonfiction.

[though there is some fiction in the mix, usually more along the lines of epics and the like.]

I tend to be the same way, myself. There are fiction genres I enjoy, still, but-- I was a biographer, originally, so I suppose I have more of a natural inclination towards it.

[...]

A biographer? So you wrote about other people's lives?

I did. No one would have really known my name from my work, but most people from my world would almost certainly have read something I'd ghostwritten.

... What made you start?

...I wanted to make sure the stories were told. It wasn't important to me for anyone to know that I was behind it, or-- to gain any sort of recognition through my work.

That was why I joined the mission that my former group was sent on. I just... thought that it was a story that was going to be worth telling well.

[...]

Well, it's important for history to be passed on. Things are easily forgotten with time.

They are. There's much that's been forgotten, across my own world's history and others.

[she kind of- debates, for a moment, but of all the people here... honestly, chad seems like the least likely to spill anything.]

My... original world's history-- it doesn't exist, outside what I've recorded of it.

[he blinks.]

... What? Why?

Because the world itself doesn't. The place I came here from, it's-- it's home, to me, but it's not the first.

... Your world doesn't exist anymore? How?

It was destroyed, by something that-- it's more or less a... living plane, that survives by absorbing other entire planes of existence to add to itself. We call it the Hunger.

[...

well. what the fuck do you say to that!],/small>

[yeah honestly that is a fucking mood.

she's quiet for a moment before she sighs, shifting to rest her hands behind her and lean back rather than sitting properly.]

Sorry, Chad, I don't mean to be a huge downer here, but. That's-- that sort of thing became even more important to me, afterward, and so did stopping the Hunger, so that's sort of... where I'm coming from. I was pulled away from dealing with it to be brought here.

[MY HTML]

... You don't need to apologize.

[me, tagging before you can fix it: ilu jan. she just nods to that, though, pausing before:]

-what's home like for you, Chad? You don't have to answer, but- if you're willing to, then I'd like to know.

[there is a long pause, because chad is allergic to giving out even basic info about himself, but.]

... It's a remote town, to the north. There's not much to speak about.

[that's more than she expected, honestly, we're making progress.]

Do you want to leave it, when you're finished studying here, or are you going to stay?

... There are things I need to return to.

... well, we have that much in common. Business to finish?

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