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[the video loads to show a younger male, dressed in something that seems far too casual to be a business suit, though a tie and blazer are visible. a patch on the left breast of the bright blue blazer hints that it's most likely a school uniform. the boy's face shows he's less than happy about addressing anyone in particular the moment]

If anyone's listening to this, I'm looking for information.

[he takes a deep breath, turning his gaze away from the video to stare at something in the distance for a few moments, hoping he can force himself to speak the words he knows he has to say to get what he wants.]

Someone was with me right before I arrived. He's hurt pretty badly--

[dead. when his mind corrects his speech, the boy abruptly stops, then presses his lips together. he certainly doesn't seem to be hurt -- just confused. does it even matter? it's hard to tell who's listening or where he is, or what's going on. maybe it's some sort of set up. ... somehow. maybe. ... maybe he could wait a little bit longer before asking for help. seeming to err on the side of caution, the video drops slightly, focusing more on the boy's chest as he moves to shut it off, muttering something to himself just before the video cuts. This place seemed too dangerous to risk showing he had any sort of vulnerability.]

[about ten minutes later, a message is posted to the system]

I need directions to the morgues on the station, if they exist here. Just provide me with coordinates, I can find them on my own.

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He's probably dead. You're better off focusing on survival than looking for him.

He was dead when I left, but his life is more important than mine. If there's any chance of finding him or bringing him back, I'm taking it.

You can't bring back the dead, boy. There's no point crying about it.

I'd find a way.

I'm not crying about it.

[stubborn? stubborn.]

Get this into your thick skull then: there is no way. What's dead stays dead. The faster you learn this, the faster you can get over it.

Pining for what's gone isn't going to bring it back.

I'll accept it once I've exhausted all my options. If he's not here, then there's nothing more I can do.

Someone else I've spoken with claims they were dead before arriving here. I might not believe it, but stranger things have happened. I'm not putting anything past this place.

[And technically, he is too, isn't he? He hadn't given it much thought but he's so far into the future that by right he's supposed to be dead. A slight chill goes down his spine, and he has to stop himself from checking his heartbeat.

No, he is alive. He is.

His reply comes back a few seconds later than his older replies.]

Suit yourself. Just don't get your hopes too high.

Hope is all I have at this point.

I was pulled here in the middle of a battle. Either I hope for the best or I accept that all of my friends are dead and I've lost everything. I'm not willing to accept that.

[sharing so much information isn't usually his style, but he's fairly bitter about it. along with feeling a considerable amount of guilt, as though he had some say in being pulled away.]

Edited 2013-02-22 08:07 (UTC)

Do as you will.

[This is delving too much into the mushy side of things, and Dun has never been good with the mushy stuff. It's just too...mushy. And this one seems very personal. Dun doesn't know enough the boy enough for him to be discussing what seems to be a survivor's last grasp at straws.]

Besides, you haven't lost everything. You've still got your life. That's good enough.

[Kengo knows that he should be thankful he's alive, but being unable to finish -- and essentially failing -- the mission his father left for him is a fairly harsh blow, in addition to everything else.]

It doesn't feel like there's much good I can do with it here.

[and in an attempt to move away from being far too emotional around a stranger...]

Thank you, though.
If there's something you want to know or want help with, let me know. I don't know a lot about this place yet, but I can try.

It's not my job to spoon-feed you all the answers, boy. They are there, but you've got to find them yourself.

[And he's more relieved than he lets on for the subject change.]

I don't need your charity, save it for someone who needs it. And if you don't know a lot about Omega, than you've found something better to do than chasing after the dead. I suggest you get to it, before the vorcha get to you.

It's not charity. It's repayment for what you said to me.

[now he's reminded why he hates trying to be nice and talk to people. he's terrible at this, compared to Gentarou. he also wants to fight back about the 'boy' comment, but he'll resist the urge to start problems.]

Fine.

[And that's how Dun leaves the conversation, at least for the time being. The truth is that losing companions and comrades is something he deals with nearly every single week. War has worn down his empathy for those who lose close friends and family and for Dun, he's found that pondering too much on the lost was not a healthy way for him to deal with it. It's hard for him to sympathize.

It's only later, after he's had some time to think about things a little more, does he type a reply back.]

I'll look out for your friend. What does he look like?

He doesn't approve, but it'll be better for the kid if he finds a body. Get it over quick. Dun's never been the best with conversations either. It's hard for him to deal with teens who are grappling with the issue of death.]

And I don't need repayment either.

Edited 2013-02-22 10:28 (UTC)

[the reply was rather unexpected, but it makes him feel a bit better about the situation. making allies in any way is something he's desperate to do, considering how terrified he is of being alone. it's only a couple months after the time he thought he would die in the middle of nowhere, isolated from the rest of his team. going through it again isn't easy.]

Japanese, about seventeen years old. Six feet tall, give or take. Red shirt, black jacket, if he's still in the same clothing. If he's alive, he'll be easy to spot. The idiot would be running around trying to make friends with everyone and he can't keep his mouth shut.

I don't like being in debt to anyone. My offer stands as long as it needs to.

[even though it's just text, he means the demeaning talk about his best friend in the nicest way possible.]

Edited (ugh typos.) 2013-02-22 10:38 (UTC)

["Japanese" is a term he's not familiar with, but the rest he understands, especially the bit about him being fool with a loud-mouthed. Dun can't help but smirk slightly; Yuan nearly fits that description as well. His cousin is social and definitely one heck of a talker.]

Good. I know the type. It wouldn't be hard to spot him if he's here then. And you're not in my debt, not unless I say so.

Even in a place this big, no one could miss him.

He's also human.

[the last part being added on felt necessary, since Kengo wasn't sure exactly who he was talking to. with the devices auto-translating, it could have been anyone. after all, humans seemed to be a rare sight with everything else he'd encountered so far.

he really does wish this guy would stop making it so hard to be nice. Kengo won't let it go, but he won't talk about it anymore. he'll just have to find this guy at some point and do him a favor. maybe.]

[Kengo did him a bigger favour than he probably realises when he clarified that his friend was human. At least now Dun knows "Japanese" is probably another race of people that he has yet to encounter.]

I've got to have your name boy, if I'm going to have to get in touch with later.

[That's just how Dun is. Grouchy, gruff and rough on the outside, but good intentions in the inside. Kengo's plan is actually the only way of doing anything for Dun without him complaining or declining.]

Utahoshi.

[which, if he had written his name in a way that wasn't auto-translated, reads as 'star song' in both Japanese and Chinese. not that he would know the guy on the other side could read either.

he also realizes he's one of the youngest people here, but that doesn't make it any better when people keep calling him 'boy' and 'sport'.

also, no. you don't get a first name. only one person gets to call him by his first name, so he's not even offering it.]

["Star Song"? That's an extremely...well, let's just say Dun would never have picked that name for his sons. And thankfully this whole conversation happened over text message, because Dun might've just told Utahoshi what he thinks about such a name.]

Utahoshi, eh? Alright, I'll be in touch then.

[And that's it for this conversation. Dun's not dropping his own name just yet; Utahoshi needs to earn that right.]

Edited 2013-02-22 16:29 (UTC)

[hey, at least his first name is written with 'virtuous'. that's a step up. ~~his name ties far too well into what he actually is, but no one knows that yet, of course.~~

Kengo seems content to leave it at that. past this point, he isn't interested in seeking the other out unless he finds him in person and attempts to repay him. whether the man likes it or not.]

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