16 Purple Files

[proudambassador]

Oh yes. Of course. First, my head is flooded with dreams that are not my own, and now, now I cannot even get out of the elevator. I am stuck. But of course, no one will help, because no one can, not when the elevator is rude like this, no.

I hardly know if it is good or bad that I am not trapped alone. There is a fiery-headed man, a striped-hair boy, and a brown-haired girl. They are likely human. Their hair is not in crests.

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[crowsloveapples.livejournal.com]

You can tell people are human by their hair?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

It is one sign. Myself, I am not human, and the easiest way to tell is my hair.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

A fiery-headed man? Is he by any chance wearing a long black coat?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes he is. And yes, he is the one I have seen at the bar with you, my good Kagerou.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

His name is Axel. Tell him he'd better come home safe or I will kick him in the ankles. And yes, please tell him exactly that.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Your wish, it is my command.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

Thank you very much. And be careful, all of you!

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

You are welcome. And of course I will be careful. My skin, I treasure it a great deal.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[added later]

[seeya-next-life.livejournal.com]

You really didn't need to threaten with ankle-kicking; you already know my feelings on this stupid elevator.

Re: [added later]

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

Really, I'm surprised you let yourself be caught a second time.

[And then the facade crumbles because the elevator ate her brother again bawwwww.]

Just come back safely. I'll, you know. Leave the kitchen light on.

[seeya-next-life.livejournal.com]

I suppose that's what I get for assuming we had an understanding and letting my guard down. Never again, I say.

Ah, don't waste the utilities. I'll prolly just end up portaling into the shower anyway, with my luck.

[weaver-girl.livejournal.com]

As long as you don't portal into the wardrobe. If you do, at least make some noise so we can come let you out.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

That's what distinguishes us?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

The hair is the easiest sign, no? I am hardly going to ask them if they have two hearts. Among other things.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

I suppose so! It's a little odd you'd choose the one hairstyle, I suppose.

Is that right? What kinds of other things?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

My hair, it grows straight up. No one else's here does. It is all.. flat. Limp.

There are other anatomy things. [A pause. While he'd be very amused to enlighten Eagle on some more intimate anatomy, he won't do that on the journals.] My wrists, if they are cut, they will not bleed like those of Earthers. Our veins, they are not like that there. My teeth are sharp. I have... spots, faint, near my hairline.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

Ahh. That sounds quite curious- I wonder how it happens.

[In person would also mean Ambassador would get to see the results of the conversation!] I think I understand, a little. It's like growing differently.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

As do I. Why must all your hair lay down?

[Oh yes.] I am not human. That is the simple of it, hm?

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

Short hair sticks up a bit when it's wet. I've never really thought about it before.

That definitely explains it. May I ask what is it you are?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Short? Mine, it is not short.

I am Centauri.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

Mm, that wouldn't make a proper crest, would it?

I see. What kind of differences does that mean?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

It would, yes.

I have given you a few already, my good Mr. Eagle. Others, perhaps they are not for the journals.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

Ahh, I see! Well then, thank you. Perhaps we should meet in person some day! I hope the elevator will see fit to let you go soon.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Perhaps, perhaps. Tell me, my dear friend, do you play cards?

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

I do.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

Then we shall have to meet, and to play cards.

[desertshadows.livejournal.com]

Sounds good! Will you let me know when you're available?

[magical-bosom.livejournal.com]

You have been caught by the elevator, good ser? It seems to me to be a product of artifice. Isn't there someone available then to repair it?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I have been caught, yes, myself and three others, trapped in this wretched thing. This has happened before to others, and no one repairs it. I think there is someone out there laughing whenever it traps, no? Mocking, gleefully enjoying this.

[magical-bosom.livejournal.com]

You speak as if it isn't a unique event. It's something that cannot be counteracted?

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

It is not. Myself, I have seen it happen a few times, and I have been here very nearly a year.

[magical-bosom.livejournal.com]

I see. That's more worrisome, then. Thank you.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

They return. Or they have. So far as I know. I have never known someone to not return, no.

[magical-bosom.livejournal.com]

My prayers for your safe return, then, good ser. You have been helpful.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I am not sure that we share something to pray to, but the thought, it is appreciated.

[magical-bosom.livejournal.com]

I would think us all the Maker's creatures in some way.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

The Maker. [There's a long pause, with the pen resting on the paper for a while before he writes again.] Not the Great Maker, hm?

[magical-bosom.livejournal.com]

I do not know. It seems familiar when I see you write it.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

The Great Maker, that is the one that seems familiar to me, and so I wonder.

[magical-bosom.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry I cannot tell you more than that. It was a name I heard in my dream, and it... comes to my mind when I consider the matter of faith.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

It is no matter. I do not have it in my dream, and I have not heard it. It simply pokes, yes? At the back of one's mind.

[magical-bosom.livejournal.com]

That's a rather apt description of it, yes.

[proudambassador.livejournal.com]

I thank you for the compliment.