[ they were possibly both headed toward the shopping concourse except no they aren't. a rift eats them whole.
the scene plays out with a much younger nodd crawling onto a beach, gasping, drenched. in the distance, Sir Friendmore's Naval Academy and Finishing School stands--an enormous set of buildings with barred windows to keep the unwanted children on the inside. this beach is on the opposite side of the campus's grounds from the actual docks where they keep the training fleet.
one of the first things the young, w e t nodd does is pick up a jagged stone and start hacking at his knee-length hair, currently plaited in anticipation of that long swim. he kicks the bundle into the lapping ocean before tearing out of the top layer of his school uniform. he ties the sleeves around his waist and starts to walk along the shoreline.
I ran away from everything back then. It was killing me, so I let it.
[ the memory fades, but trades places with another. now in the slums of a busy fantasy-ass city, young nodd in less fancy clothing (but PANTS, beautiful pants). he speaks in thieves cant, hand-gestures and glances, with a few other youths. his hair short but eyes not yet dark all around with that permanent raccoon mask he has nowadays. his jaw has a dark bruise from a recent fight. since he won, it's not a problem.
the rift loses energy and spits them free after that. ]
I think they changed their safety policies at the school after my 'tragic passing,' but I don't know anything for sure. Didn't go back.
Oh... I guess you're in luck with the selection on this ship, then! I never got to wear nice things until recently, so I'm in sort of the opposite boat.
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week 3; tuesday
the scene plays out with a much younger nodd crawling onto a beach, gasping, drenched. in the distance, Sir Friendmore's Naval Academy and Finishing School stands--an enormous set of buildings with barred windows to keep the unwanted children on the inside. this beach is on the opposite side of the campus's grounds from the actual docks where they keep the training fleet.
one of the first things the young, w e t nodd does is pick up a jagged stone and start hacking at his knee-length hair, currently plaited in anticipation of that long swim. he kicks the bundle into the lapping ocean before tearing out of the top layer of his school uniform. he ties the sleeves around his waist and starts to walk along the shoreline.
adult nodd, standing beside anise, frowns. thoughtful. ]
I forgot I was such a cute kid.
[ he was okay. ]
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... You ran away from there?
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[ the memory fades, but trades places with another. now in the slums of a busy fantasy-ass city, young nodd in less fancy clothing (but PANTS, beautiful pants). he speaks in thieves cant, hand-gestures and glances, with a few other youths. his hair short but eyes not yet dark all around with that permanent raccoon mask he has nowadays. his jaw has a dark bruise from a recent fight. since he won, it's not a problem.
the rift loses energy and spits them free after that. ]
I think they changed their safety policies at the school after my 'tragic passing,' but I don't know anything for sure. Didn't go back.
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[ and it stuck.
a faint smile now, because anise is cute and her questions don't pester. ]
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You don't miss anything from your old life?
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I had nice clothes which I guess you give up for a ruffian lifestyle. And monkish.
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