[muffled spooky scary skeletons playing in the distance]

[geonomy]

Who: You! Me! Everybody!
Broadcast: idk but we've sure got a pretty broad cast of folks eh, eh
Action: HECK YEAH PLANET MINGLE
When: 10/7 until plot update or recaptcha

It's a deep, deep forest filled to the brim with fungi, mysterious life forms, and pitch black darkness. Explore if you dare and discover all these things and more! Just don't get lost...

Comments

[noprophecies]

I would be surprised if Charles didn't know when your birthday was, honestly.

[she considers throwing another nut] You could have said something, at least.

[then again, she wouldn't have done anything the day of, either. But she is glad that someone did]

[exothermia]

[That's true enough - he might have found out one of the times their minds were weaved together. Those days they spent on the Hand-Holding planet were more together than they had ever been. He swallows against the thought, and pushes ahead.]

I didn't want to. [Best to be honest.] But... it reminded me of what I haven't done in return.

[noprophecies]

I'm sure you have done more than you think. [after all, it isn't always about physical things. She tosses the nut anyway, though more half-hearted than the first]

Hmph. You will just have to accept a late present, then.

[exothermia]

[He weathers the nut blow with more stoicism than last time.]

There's still much to make up for.

[noprophecies]

That is not how you should think of it, Erik. Or else you will be making up for things the rest of your life.

[exothermia]

[He shakes his head. That's not a concern for him.]

I've already spent my life doing that.

[noprophecies]

Is that how you want to spend the rest of your life?

[exothermia]

I don't see what the alternative is.

[He still struggles to see how he'll spend the rest of his life at all. He's started and restarted so many times, that in his darker hours he wonders what the point is of trying again. All he's managed to do is fail at everything he's tried. It's merely taken him fifty-odd years to realise it.]

[noprophecies]

[she blows out a sigh. Now here is unfamiliar territory for her. She's never tried to make up for everything she's done. She hasn't even considered it]

The more you try to make up for something, the more you'll keep wondering if it is enough, or if it should be more. And that's sounds like a damn headache, among other things.

If you truly had something you had to make up for, Erik, the world would tell you in one way or another. It is one thing to give back; it is something else entirely to "make up" for something else.

[exothermia]

[He's silent at that, knowing he can't give Aurae a positive answer. The world has told him, over and over, that he's not good enough. That his efforts aren't enough. The signs are everywhere, in the bodies left in his wake, in that spot under the trees where he buried his family. He can't make up for everything, he knows. There's too much damage at this point, and he's not inclined to make an offering of good faith towards humanity. They've more than had their chance to prove themselves to be other than what they are.

Eventually, he speaks.]

Don't worry. I'm not so altruistic that I'll try to right every wrong.

[noprophecies]

[she huffs a little noise and rests her chin on her hand, giving Erik a wry smile]

I don't think you'll go that far, old man. [she lets a lighter tone slip in, to balance out the somewhat heavy conversation they're having]

But you can't tell me not to worry. That's like asking me to stop breathing.

[exothermia]

It's unfair, I know.

[noprophecies]

Unfair is not the word I would use. Unrealistic, more like.

[exothermia]

It's meant as a reassurance, usually. [Though he says that knowing full well that he doesn't accept it from others.]

[noprophecies]

And it never works.

[exothermia]

[He just snorts. He won't argue with that. Goodness knows it doesn't work on him when other people try it.]

[noprophecies]

[the only reason she knows it doesn't work is that no one ever listens to her when she tells them not to worry.

. . . she tosses a third and final nut, and can't hold back her grin]

Don't lose those, you said you wanted them.

[exothermia]

I wouldn't, if someone didn't keep tossing them away.

[noprophecies]

It is not my fault you are not catching them. Perhaps your reflexes have gone in your old age.

[exothermia]

[Erik merely gives her an unimpressed look out of the corner of his eye. It's true that he hasn't bothered to train in quite a long time - there had been no need, while he was a family man and factory worker. It's not something he's gotten back to yet... if he ever will.]

Oh, was I meant to catch them with something other than my face?

[noprophecies]

[a lot of what they've spoken about has fallen on the heavy side, so this is her attempt at lightening the mood a bit. Sure, maybe she's coming off as more childish than she usually is, but if she can get him to at least crack a smile, well. That's a win to her]

Generally, one catches things with their hands. Would you like me to throw them slower so you can keep up?

[exothermia]

No, thank you.

[noprophecies]

My, is it because you can't?

[exothermia]

As though I would admit if even if that were the truth.

[noprophecies]

That is what a bratty old man would say, isn't it.