[ shoma can see with his detective eyes... nothing. but his ears can hear a very faint little buzzing noise. the boy seems to hear it too and lifts his head. ]
[ his face gives off no tells, at least. he's pretty good at playing neutral, so he shrugs. also, he's not a fan of the buzzing...is it like a mosquito sort of buzz, or more of an electric kind? ]
Explorin'. [ match the dialect... ] Never been here before, but being a part of the Survey Corps. means checking things out.
[ he stops there just to see what this kid thinks, or if he thinks this seems unusual. ]
[ hard to say. it sounds a little more organic, not quite as pitched as a mosquito. ]
Survey Corps... oh... they take people in that young?
[ reaching up, he scratches a little at the cut on his forehead with dirty green-brown-tipped fingers. the blood there is dry, but it smears maybe a little because he's itching it now. ]
[ he will keep note of that. but he nods easily. ]
I've been doing a lot of training. It's my first day. [ so you know. normal things. he's glancing at the cut in mild concern though before he focuses on the conversation. ] Must be really important if you're out here working alone. What're you trying to pick? [ a pause. ] Maybe I can help? And then I can ask you some questions on behalf of the Corp.
[ oh he's totally like me fr fr thinks the boy. we're working boys! ]
Mmhmm! Gotta gather what's left of the season's herbs before they rot and fall away.
[ he will follow that buzzing sound that shoma hears, leaning down himself to reach down to the root of a plant. he pinches the base of it and then plucks it right up. the sap stains his fingers brown. ]
[ yeah! in any case he will follow along since this boy seems amicable, and shoma will notice that he's following the buzzing. is. it safe to say it's the plant itself that's buzzing? does the sap have a distinctive smell at all from here? ]
Makes sense. I'm not good at harvesting or anything but it's always a good idea to pick while they're ripe. [ he'll come back to asking about what kind of herbs in a sec. ]
What's your name? You said you're a doctor's apprentice, right? Who're they? Have you been doing this for a while?
[ the plant is buzzing yeah! with your eyes, you can see, the little petals are rubbing against each other, kind of like how some bugs make noise by doing just that. it stops when the boy picks it though. he'll let shoma see it even. ta-da.
it smells a little astringent. sharp. but wild and earthy. ]
Name's Sticks. Like a matchstick, 'cause I'm real bright.
[ a little uneven smile. ]
Been doing this since the old doc died. A few weeks back. New doc's a fancy guy, came in from one of the Capital moons.
[ well he's still a man of science, so he's looking at it with interest. the plant being kind of alive is a little insane, so he's just watching like :o but it stops upon being surfaced. medicine-y... ]
Good to meet you. [ polite...there's an equally uneven smile though. ] So the new doctor's still training, too? Probably trying to get a feel for things. [ ... ] Was the old doctor old...?
[ i.e. did he die from old age? also, actually, he is starting to fear about this? for reasons? ]
Nah, fancy guy's a... than...thantologololist? He works with raisin' the dead. Like Frankenstein. He's real practiced, but he knows nothin' about the old ways.
[ huntin'... for plants... ]
The old doc was pretty old, yeah, but some think it was murder.
[ a little shrug as he reaches to pick at another buzzing herb, his sleeve shifts upwards a bit, some black ink peering out. letters. ]
Tradition versus more "modern" medicine. I think I understand. How come he's here then? Seems like a big change.
[ we huntin'. he's observing each plant, and it means he sees the..tattoo? he thinks it's a tattoo, and he tries to get a closer look while being subtle. ]
What do you think? Could it have been murder? [ ... ] What kind of person was the old doctor?
though he now has to wonder what the hell kind of window...or what it means, really. but he does not point it out. are there more letters? he's walking to try and help spot other plants. ]
Probably not the kind of person you'd expect to be murdered, huh? Weird... [ shelves this for a moment, but will come back to it... ] Hey, what're these herbs for anyway?
Preemptive measures. Makes enough sense. [ nods... ] You've lived here for a while, Sticks? I was wondering...we got word about some people who've gone missing recently. Does that sound familiar?
[ he nods a little bit and then will peep the reports. his little blonde brows furrow. the blood seeps from a crack from the cut on his forehead from the motion. ]
Think that's the Boös' son... yeah... he works in the plant... thought he was sent off the planet. That's... that's what I've heard.
[ the boy shakes his head a little bit, turning to his bag and fishing out a glass bottle that looks like it's full of water. he uncorks it. ]
Mm-mm. Just the season. It takes a lot of you so... I think I'm just tired.
[ the surface of the bottle, polished and shiny, is so clean compared to his grubby, herb-pulling hands. he drinks from the water, but doesn't look any better for it. ]
Gotta make sure you stay hydrated and eat well too... or it'll kill you if you're not careful. That's what the old man used to say.
[ he's watching this, patiently waiting as he looks at the glass for a brief moment. it's a stark contrast from everything else, he thinks, and he goes quiet while he lets the boy drink. ]
"It"? [ the season? what is the season. he assumes the old man is the doctor so he is going to focus on that part. ]
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Pickin'. What're you doing?
[ suspicious... ]
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Explorin'. [ match the dialect... ] Never been here before, but being a part of the Survey Corps. means checking things out.
[ he stops there just to see what this kid thinks, or if he thinks this seems unusual. ]
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Survey Corps... oh... they take people in that young?
[ reaching up, he scratches a little at the cut on his forehead with dirty green-brown-tipped fingers. the blood there is dry, but it smears maybe a little because he's itching it now. ]
I'm a doctor's apprentice. I'm workin' right now.
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I've been doing a lot of training. It's my first day. [ so you know. normal things. he's glancing at the cut in mild concern though before he focuses on the conversation. ] Must be really important if you're out here working alone. What're you trying to pick? [ a pause. ] Maybe I can help? And then I can ask you some questions on behalf of the Corp.
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Mmhmm! Gotta gather what's left of the season's herbs before they rot and fall away.
[ he will follow that buzzing sound that shoma hears, leaning down himself to reach down to the root of a plant. he pinches the base of it and then plucks it right up. the sap stains his fingers brown. ]
What kinda questions? Can try I guess.
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Makes sense. I'm not good at harvesting or anything but it's always a good idea to pick while they're ripe. [ he'll come back to asking about what kind of herbs in a sec. ]
What's your name? You said you're a doctor's apprentice, right? Who're they? Have you been doing this for a while?
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it smells a little astringent. sharp. but wild and earthy. ]
Name's Sticks. Like a matchstick, 'cause I'm real bright.
[ a little uneven smile. ]
Been doing this since the old doc died. A few weeks back. New doc's a fancy guy, came in from one of the Capital moons.
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Good to meet you. [ polite...there's an equally uneven smile though. ] So the new doctor's still training, too? Probably trying to get a feel for things. [ ... ] Was the old doctor old...?
[ i.e. did he die from old age? also, actually, he is starting to fear about this? for reasons? ]
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[ huntin'... for plants... ]
The old doc was pretty old, yeah, but some think it was murder.
[ a little shrug as he reaches to pick at another buzzing herb, his sleeve shifts upwards a bit, some black ink peering out. letters. ]
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[ we huntin'. he's observing each plant, and it means he sees the..tattoo? he thinks it's a tattoo, and he tries to get a closer look while being subtle. ]
What do you think? Could it have been murder? [ ... ] What kind of person was the old doctor?
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in the window smudged along the kid's arm since he's searching for each plant with him. ]
I'unno.
[ a simple kid response... ]
Old doc was stern, but kind. I liked 'im alright...
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though he now has to wonder what the hell kind of window...or what it means, really. but he does not point it out. are there more letters? he's walking to try and help spot other plants. ]
Probably not the kind of person you'd expect to be murdered, huh? Weird... [ shelves this for a moment, but will come back to it... ] Hey, what're these herbs for anyway?
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They're for medicines. Tinctures. Painkillers. Cures. This one...
[ there's a rattling noise and the boy parts the grasses to reveal another herb. he pinches and plucks it too. ]
It's good for the immune system. I think...
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Cures... [ hum. ] Do people in town get sick a lot?
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Sometimes. S'just in case mostly.
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Preemptive measures. Makes enough sense. [ nods... ] You've lived here for a while, Sticks? I was wondering...we got word about some people who've gone missing recently. Does that sound familiar?
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People missing? I know they come n' go... but...
[ his eyes are a little wide. ]
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[ if he agrees, shoma will show reports. ]
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Think that's the Boös' son... yeah... he works in the plant... thought he was sent off the planet. That's... that's what I've heard.
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What was he sent off the planet for? I thought the plant needed somebody at all times to keep operations going.
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I'unno... I'unno anything, really... s'just rumors.
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Sure. Sure, just rumors. [ uh. ] Hey, are you okay? You're looking a little overwhelmed.
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Mm-mm. Just the season. It takes a lot of you so... I think I'm just tired.
[ the surface of the bottle, polished and shiny, is so clean compared to his grubby, herb-pulling hands. he drinks from the water, but doesn't look any better for it. ]
Gotta make sure you stay hydrated and eat well too... or it'll kill you if you're not careful. That's what the old man used to say.
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"It"? [ the season? what is the season. he assumes the old man is the doctor so he is going to focus on that part. ]
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