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[It was difficult to celebrate a holiday under the effects of mind control, no matter how subtle. So he'd postponed his plans, just a few days. The exact date wasn't of much importance to him - they hadn't even had this day in Tazmily - but the spirit of it . . . That was what he wanted to honor.
He holds a single sunflower, the mass of roots and dirt cupped between his hands as he makes his way to a corner of the park he had sought out for this purpose. It may be that it would be gone the next day, but . . . if he could have this for a day, that would be enough. Enough time to sit, to think . . . to remember and to reflect. A large insect of some sort sits atop his shoulder and chitters away curiously. He ignores it, for the time being, and sets the flower down carefully against the grass. He takes ahold of his trowel and begins to dig.
The work is not hard. The hole is made before long, and gently, he lowers the flower, nestling it within the hollow. He pats the dirt down, adjusts the leaves and petals . . . finds a rock and sets it before the golden flower. He begins to speak aloud as he carefully scratches away.]
Little stinkbug... You've recorded the history of my world, right? You remember everything Leder said to us that day. Right before we went to face Porky for the last time. To remind us in case we forgot . . . if we forgot what it is we were fighting for.
So... I want you to record something else, too. Is that OK? ... Something... Something just as important. Not in case I forget. I couldn't ever forget. But because . . . it's something that should always be remembered. No matter how much time passes. A hundred years from now, I want people to remember her name...
She saved the Nowhere Islands. Not me and Boney, or Kumatora, or Duster. If it weren't for her... I would have died a long time ago.
Her name was Hinawa. My mom. Hinawa.
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[Sometime later, he sits by himself in front of the rock that reads, 'HINAWA - A loving mother'. The stinkbug is gone. Lucas draws his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them.]
It's been a long time. It's better... that you're not here anymore. All of the things that've happened since you left - not much of it was good. I wish . . . I really wish that I don't see you again. Because thinking about you here, going through drones and Grady and ... and giant robots and things. It hurts a lot more thinking about that than thinking that you're happy where you are now.
Are you happy? You and Claus . . . I'm not smart enough to understand where you might be, but if you're at home and you're watching everyone and you're worried that I'm not there . . . Please don't. I'll be OK. I promise. I want you to rest. You shouldn't have to worry about me anymore or about our world. That's... It's all taken care of. You've done everything you needed to. So. You shouldn't worry.
And I won't worry, either. Even if I never see you again... Even if I never see you again as long as I'm alive. That'll be a good thing. Because it means ... you don't have to try to protect me. It means you can be at peace. And . . . I'll be OK. Because no matter how much time passes, I'll always remember. Everything about you. The way you smile, the way you laugh. The way I feel when you're near me. If I remember all of that... I'll be OK.
Things always keep on changing, no mater how much I wish they wouldn't. I'm growing up here, without you and Dad. I outgrew another shirt last week. It was one I've had since I got here, so... I didn't want to throw it away. That's silly, right?... It's hard to think that I might be here until I'm an adult, but... I think, too, that you did such a good job the first ten years that I'll be alright by myself.
No matter what.......... I'll definitely be alright.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. That's what they say here. I love you.
((Either action/conversation can be responded to, though if you have little to no CR with Lucas, I'd prefer you not overhear the second prompt.))
[It was difficult to celebrate a holiday under the effects of mind control, no matter how subtle. So he'd postponed his plans, just a few days. The exact date wasn't of much importance to him - they hadn't even had this day in Tazmily - but the spirit of it . . . That was what he wanted to honor.
He holds a single sunflower, the mass of roots and dirt cupped between his hands as he makes his way to a corner of the park he had sought out for this purpose. It may be that it would be gone the next day, but . . . if he could have this for a day, that would be enough. Enough time to sit, to think . . . to remember and to reflect. A large insect of some sort sits atop his shoulder and chitters away curiously. He ignores it, for the time being, and sets the flower down carefully against the grass. He takes ahold of his trowel and begins to dig.
The work is not hard. The hole is made before long, and gently, he lowers the flower, nestling it within the hollow. He pats the dirt down, adjusts the leaves and petals . . . finds a rock and sets it before the golden flower. He begins to speak aloud as he carefully scratches away.]
Little stinkbug... You've recorded the history of my world, right? You remember everything Leder said to us that day. Right before we went to face Porky for the last time. To remind us in case we forgot . . . if we forgot what it is we were fighting for.
So... I want you to record something else, too. Is that OK? ... Something... Something just as important. Not in case I forget. I couldn't ever forget. But because . . . it's something that should always be remembered. No matter how much time passes. A hundred years from now, I want people to remember her name...
She saved the Nowhere Islands. Not me and Boney, or Kumatora, or Duster. If it weren't for her... I would have died a long time ago.
Her name was Hinawa. My mom. Hinawa.
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[Sometime later, he sits by himself in front of the rock that reads, 'HINAWA - A loving mother'. The stinkbug is gone. Lucas draws his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them.]
It's been a long time. It's better... that you're not here anymore. All of the things that've happened since you left - not much of it was good. I wish . . . I really wish that I don't see you again. Because thinking about you here, going through drones and Grady and ... and giant robots and things. It hurts a lot more thinking about that than thinking that you're happy where you are now.
Are you happy? You and Claus . . . I'm not smart enough to understand where you might be, but if you're at home and you're watching everyone and you're worried that I'm not there . . . Please don't. I'll be OK. I promise. I want you to rest. You shouldn't have to worry about me anymore or about our world. That's... It's all taken care of. You've done everything you needed to. So. You shouldn't worry.
And I won't worry, either. Even if I never see you again... Even if I never see you again as long as I'm alive. That'll be a good thing. Because it means ... you don't have to try to protect me. It means you can be at peace. And . . . I'll be OK. Because no matter how much time passes, I'll always remember. Everything about you. The way you smile, the way you laugh. The way I feel when you're near me. If I remember all of that... I'll be OK.
Things always keep on changing, no mater how much I wish they wouldn't. I'm growing up here, without you and Dad. I outgrew another shirt last week. It was one I've had since I got here, so... I didn't want to throw it away. That's silly, right?... It's hard to think that I might be here until I'm an adult, but... I think, too, that you did such a good job the first ten years that I'll be alright by myself.
No matter what.......... I'll definitely be alright.
Happy Mother's Day, Mom. That's what they say here. I love you.
((Either action/conversation can be responded to, though if you have little to no CR with Lucas, I'd prefer you not overhear the second prompt.))
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Date: 2011-05-16 05:20 am (UTC)Humans sure are, uh, weird.
. . . But, she sounds, like a nice human, if she is your genetic provider.
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Date: 2011-05-16 05:30 am (UTC)I guess it's hard for you to understand . . .
There's no other way to say it except that... she meant everything to me. Without her... My family fell apart. We couldn't keep going. There wasn't... and there still isn't. Anyone as important to me as she was.
A-Anyway . . . You've probably heard enough about her.
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Date: 2011-05-16 05:36 am (UTC)Uum, I think, I understand, at least sort of, because, from what I have learned, the human parents, are like your lusus. They, uh, protect you, and teach you, how to take care of yourself, and help you, when you're hurt, even if it means they'll be in trouble too.
And, uh, you can tell me, about her, if you want to. I, uh, want to know, what your lusus was like.
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Date: 2011-05-16 05:47 am (UTC)Um. Are you sure? I don't want to bore you. You want to hear about my family...?
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Date: 2011-05-16 05:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-16 06:01 am (UTC)...
Thanks, Tavros. I. Um. Thanks.
...I guess. I'll try to be quick. I . . . I'm fourteen now. So fourteen years ago, I was born in Tazmily Village, on the Nowhere Islands. I had a twin, Claus. And my mom. She was named Hinawa, and my dad was named Flint.
For ten years, there wasn't anyone as happy as we were. ...That's what I thought. My mom - I've already told you about her, but she . . . she was really wonderful. I can't say it enough. She was like... the spirit of our town. If my mom was smiling and the sun was shining and the skies were blue, then . . . Everything was OK. I don't know if that makes sense...
My dad was a little different from my mom. Not that he was mean, but. He was quiet and hard-working and it was like he knew how lucky he was, so . . . He loved her that much more. He loved us a lot, too. It was always calm and peaceful with him. He was patient, and he didn't get upset. He was a really good dad... I just wish I could've seen him more, but he was always busy with his farmwork, even when we got old enough to help out.
My twin, Claus, was completely opposite from me. I was really shy and easily frightened, but he loved going on adventures, and he loved meeting new people and seeing new things. I guess . . . Just think about someone who was the total opposite of me and that would be Claus. But he loved me, too - He was always protecting me and trying to get me to be braver and more outgoing. I just tagged along all the time, happy to be with him . . .
[He stops there and drops his eyes back to the flower he had planted.]
So. That was my family. I . . . I was really lucky to have them. I wish I'd known it sooner.
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Date: 2011-05-18 02:44 am (UTC). . . Oh. Uh. I'm really sorry, that they are gone, or not here, because, they sound like really great humans. And, um, hearing about them, has definitely made me miss, my family too.
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Date: 2011-05-18 02:47 am (UTC)[Lucas will numbly agree before turning to Tavros with a smile.]
. . . Do you mind if I ask about your family, too?
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Date: 2011-05-18 02:53 am (UTC)My lusus, is-- . . . uh, was, Tinkerbull, and he, was really great, and smart, and my friend, even if he was not very big, or ferocious, or helpful in the event of an emergency.
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Date: 2011-05-18 03:12 am (UTC)