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tushanshu_logs2015-08-31 04:21 pm
pushtheboundaries) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-08-31 04:21 pm
Entry tags:
this is the world we live in
Characters: Callaghan & China
Date: End of August
Location: Fire Sector
Situation: Callaghan and China catching up on the state of the turtle. A bit of a gossiping - and quiet information sharing.
Warnings/Rating: None needed? Gossip turning dark, maybe. With China being one of the few to know about a mask...
Focusing so heavily on the college and the shop, it was a given that Callaghan would fall behind on some of the goings-on. Maybe it was the result of taking too much on at once; maybe it was a result of immersing himself so heavily in to the city's culture, as opposed to holding himself aloof. But there was something to be said about not being able to see the forest for the trees - it seemed that when he had a moment to raise his head, well...
Funny how quickly things could change.
Funny how easy it was to remember that no matter how comfortable he made himself, at times, this place was not and would never be home. Some of the differences were subtle, but here, staring in to a fountain spurting a colored flame?
The closest thing he'd get to that back home was SFIT's chemistry lab - maybe miss 'Honey Lemon' with one of her latest creations. But it wasn't like he could get back there very easily, now, could he...?
Or if he'd even want to.
Home it wasn't, but at least things were, to a degree, simpler - no matter how much work he piled upon himself, no matter how blind he could, at times, make himself to the world about him. It would never be San Fransokyo, and even with his jaunts of some months ago, it wasn't as though that would lead to the same turn of events that it had at...well...
...so long as he did so sparingly, at least. Sparingly at best.
For now, though, well aware of his status as a Foreigner as he watched the patterns of the flame, and well aware that anyone could tell by just looking at him - he thought he was content with that. Between being - vaguely homesick? - and the alternative...
Date: End of August
Location: Fire Sector
Situation: Callaghan and China catching up on the state of the turtle. A bit of a gossiping - and quiet information sharing.
Warnings/Rating: None needed? Gossip turning dark, maybe. With China being one of the few to know about a mask...
Focusing so heavily on the college and the shop, it was a given that Callaghan would fall behind on some of the goings-on. Maybe it was the result of taking too much on at once; maybe it was a result of immersing himself so heavily in to the city's culture, as opposed to holding himself aloof. But there was something to be said about not being able to see the forest for the trees - it seemed that when he had a moment to raise his head, well...
Funny how quickly things could change.
Funny how easy it was to remember that no matter how comfortable he made himself, at times, this place was not and would never be home. Some of the differences were subtle, but here, staring in to a fountain spurting a colored flame?
The closest thing he'd get to that back home was SFIT's chemistry lab - maybe miss 'Honey Lemon' with one of her latest creations. But it wasn't like he could get back there very easily, now, could he...?
Or if he'd even want to.
Home it wasn't, but at least things were, to a degree, simpler - no matter how much work he piled upon himself, no matter how blind he could, at times, make himself to the world about him. It would never be San Fransokyo, and even with his jaunts of some months ago, it wasn't as though that would lead to the same turn of events that it had at...well...
...so long as he did so sparingly, at least. Sparingly at best.
For now, though, well aware of his status as a Foreigner as he watched the patterns of the flame, and well aware that anyone could tell by just looking at him - he thought he was content with that. Between being - vaguely homesick? - and the alternative...
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"It's a very long story," China said, before too long could elapse. "Suffice to say I have known Skulduggery since before he died."
Her smile remained, but she quieted, her tone becoming something more serious. "By all means, be reassured," she told him. "There's no reason not to be."
For now.