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Vsadu yagoda malinka

Who: Mantis
Broadcast: Yes
Action: Bishop
When: Today

A. Bishop (action)

[The sun is long since arisen when Mantis finally crawls out of bed. Some days, he doesn't sleep. Other days, he embraces a few hours under his quilt. Today, he is up at the crack of noon. This normally quiet and ordinary occurrence soon isn't.

First comes the loud, high-pitched gasp followed by a scramble of legs and arms as he dashes his way out of the bunk he calls his own. If you're in the bathroom area, you might catch the sight of a small figure topped with bright fire red hair running up to one of the mirrors. The boy practically leaps up onto the sink and grows rigid when he takes in his appearance.

He screams. Ear-piercing and expressive of a wealth of shock and a surge of childhood memories. The boy slips off the sink and lands in a heap on the floor with all the grace of a sack of potatoes. It takes a minute before he stirs again. When he does, it starts with a groan that is quickly followed by him curling up on himself and sobbing ever so quietly.

You can try and hug him, but it would be ill-advised.]

B. Bishop (Broadcast / Text)

[Life has many band-aids. Some are made of medical gauze and adhesive. Some are made of the many cousins of ethanol. In this case, it's made of a mug filled with hot chocolate topped with miniature marshmallows. Mantis has his mask lifted out of the way of his mouth as the feed comes on. He breathes deeply and speaks with an almost whispering voice marked with a Russian accent.]

These...glitches. How long do they last?

C. Yadrolla (action)

[When life's little habits get you down, go out on the town. Or at least, that's what Mantis thought to himself when he decided he needed clothes that were less straitjacket and more fit for human life. He managed to get some new clothes before wandering over to a park in the verdant city. Trees were calm. Parks were calm. Brightbirds fans were not calm, but he was drawn to the intense board game tournament that seemed to have sprung up.

You'll find the pale red-head sitting at a table for connect four players. A couple of older fans were watching with intense interest as he stared down his opponent as they placed another piece. This staring match is broken only long enough for the boy to carefully decide where to put his last piece, letting it linger over the slot as realization comes over all the grown ups surrounding him. When he lets it go, there's a loud cheer and the adult sitting across from him forks over not an entirely small pile of money to the boy.

As the grown ups discuss how good he is at the game, the boy stands up and stretches. There's a world of difference between how he looked at ten than he did at thirty, but some things never change.]

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From what I've been able to tell, anywhere between a few days to a few weeks. However long Atroma finds it entertaining, I suppose.

I hate the Atroma. [He's about as prickly and happy as a cactus on fire right now.] None of my clothes fit.

I'll bet.

Do you need assistance? Of the objective variety.

Maybe. I have no idea how to shop for someone my size. I don't even know what my size is like this.

I can help with that. Tell me where you'd like to meet.

[There's a pause on his end.] The forested city. I need fresh air, not this stale spaceship kind.

[beep boop coordinates] All right, meet me here.

[He'd long forgotten how small he had been as a child. His head tilts up at the most awkward angle as he looks through the crowd. It's hard to miss him, though. His hair is a beacon in a crowd. He gets on the tips of his toes, but never quite leaves the ground. Not yet...]

[well, that's a child who isn't an alien bug. pretty clear who he is.

aizawa strolls over, hands in his pockets, before jerking his head toward the markets down the street.] Come on. This way.

[Mantis tilts his head slightly as he takes in the man's appearance, but he looks less like an alien and more like a human, so it has to be the man. He nods and follows behind very closely. The man certainly doesn't have the appearance of someone who goes around helping strange kids. A part of him wants to reach right into the man's head and figure out who and what he is.

He takes out his communicator and types out a message.]

I can speak in this form, but it's easier to write things out. You don't look like anyone I've seen before.

[glances down at that message, cocking a brow but taking it in stride.] We haven't met. [translation: i don't get out much.]

[He nods, then sighs.]

There are all kinds of people on the fleet lately. Even people who look like you really aren't. And [His fingers hesitate.] thank you. This forced perspective change is more disorienting than the fact Atroma can even do this.

It's one of the more annoying things Atroma does, [aizawa agrees. he's been fortunate enough to have not been subject to any creepy body-altering 'glitches' just yet, but it's probably just a matter of time.] Though I haven't heard of someone keeping their wits and memories after being...de-aged.

Maybe I'm lucky? This might be the best outcome. I don't remember being social at this age.

[He holds the device close to his chest and his feet slowly take off from the ground as he goes to float around where his head normally is. He does a small turn in the air and looks at Aizawa. Then he points the screen back at him.]

Who exactly are you, anyway?

Aizawa. [that probably answers all of ur questions. he also doesn't even flinch at that little hover job, or even take his hands out of his pockets.]

[It's fascinating. Mantis is used to at least a little shock and awe at his powers. He wants to reach into Aizawa's mind and find out why he reacted this way.]

Call me...Rebenok. It's part of an old name I used to be called.

[don't do that please it will not end well for anybody]

Sure. Rebenok it is. [he'll call you fucking santa claus if you want] Do you just need clothes, or are you looking for other things?

Just clothes. I think I can handle everything else. [He hovers a little closer to the ground.] I like this city. There's so much nature here. It's very different from home.

I'm hearing that's pretty common. [The whole 'coming from a crappy planet' thing. Or he assumes no nature around is crappy.] Are you from Furiosa's world too?

I have no idea who she is. Nice name, though. [He looks up.] Do I look like I would fit in where she comes from?

You currently look like a child, so. I don't know. [l m a o like aizawa hasn't cyberstalked everyone in this fleet] Dystopian world? Destroyed environmentally or economically?

[~~I never realized how similar Mad Max and Metal Gear are in that sense.~~ Mantis' head does a hard tilt as he considers this information.] Could be a distant future with how my world is getting, but I'm pretty sure we'd have heard of a someone who calls herself Furiosa by now.

You're pretty hung up on that name. Schoolyard crush?

What?! No! I just...like it? It's not far off from what people call themselves in my world. I knew people who called themselves Venom Snake and Vulcan Raven. It's nice to know my world isn't the only one that carries on traditions like that.

Could all just be a translation error. Someone's name carrying more literal weight than someone else's...not like we can really tell how good this thing is. [points back behind his ear at the augment]

[Mantis goes up to touch the little spot behind his ear as well.]

I forgot so well that the thing existed until today. It didn't seem to change a lot about how I think other than directing me to my office on the ship.

It'll happen to all of us eventually, I guess. Don't like to think of it in terms of inevitability, but while we still can't remove them there's little else we can do. [fiddles with the spot before forcing himself to leave it alone, little tendrils of dread making his fingertips twitch.] ...regardless, 'Rebenok' doesn't sound like anything to me. Unless it means something to you.

[His head perks up and he floats higher to look closer at his hand.] Tretij Rebenok. It means "third child". Did you know have a nervous twitch in your fingers?

[touches two of those nervous fingers to mantis's shoulder to push his closely-floating ass further away. get outta his space] It was the dread. Must've been thinking too hard about pulling this augment out.

[All right, all right. He'll hover more around the shoulder. It's hard to go down when he's gotten up in the air.] The "dread"? I never even tried. I've had too many people mess up my head to want to do it to myself intentionally.

It happens when you fiddle with the augments with the intent of disabling or removing. Not really pleasant, but personally I like to push buttons. [he doesn't do it as often as some other crazy people. ....probably]

You are a braver person than I am in that regard. I prefer to push the buttons people have for their emotions. You get much more interesting responses.

I don't know about 'braver.' Less of an asshole, maybe.

[He laughs. It's high pitched and kind of breathy. He misses his usual cackle.]

You don't look that bad to me. I've met real monsters back home. You barely scratch the surface of the depths of what people can do to be awful to each other or themselves.

I meant less of an asshole than someone who likes to play with people's emotions. [so like, you, my dude] There's a boutique over there. Should have ample children's clothing.

[He laughs again. There's no shame about messing with people's emotions here. Mantis lands on the sidewalk and runs up to the windows. Then he does a short dash to the door and waves his arms, causing it to open on it's own.]

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