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Despite how very strange her private adventures on the ship had been, Sherry was getting used to it. It was good to be adaptable, anyway, her old parents had said so, and her new parents agreed. She had managed to find herself a quiet little place in the sensoriums, and made it look like like a park she'd remembered from Raccoon -- before the zombies, of course. Sherry made a face at nothing and dropped herself on a blanket in the grass near one of the big, man-made lakes. A gaggle of geese waddled down the path a bit away, and the weather was sunny, with the promise of autumn on the wind.

While it was nice to sleep in the Precinct, it wasn't the same as sleeping in her own room, or even napping in the park. Like she was trying to today... only, it wasn't working as well. With a growl of frustration, Sherry say up and started pulling at the grass irritably. Her brain needed to turn itself off right now, so she wouldn't keep thinking about stupid things like all these new people or zombies, or school. Again.

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"That...works, too. Sometimes the problem is our bad guys are people, though. Usually for the monsters and robots, we just blow them up, but the bad people we send to jail," Kon says, turning the grass into a marching robot, more comical-looking than scary.

"Who are your mom and dad? Are they cops or something? Or in the army?"

"Well, my dad's a cop, and Mom..." Sherry tried to think of a job description, but failed. "I really don't know what Mom is." Sherry shrugged. "They're both here, though, so I'm luckier than a lot of people, I guess."

Maybe Kon knew them, maybe not. Sherry wasn't sure. She shifted in her seat. "But, I feel a hundred-percent safe with them." And in the event she didn't, she was finding a vent and staying there for as long as she could.

"Oh yeah? Who are they?" he asks, curious as to who on the crew is a parent. It hasn't really occurred to him with with a lot of them that any of them could be. Most of the adults seem the types to be...unattached.

"And it sounds like you're really lucky to have parents that make you feel that way. I don't have any parents--I mean, I have an aunt and uncle, kinda, that took me in, and a..."

How does he explain Kal? There's a twirl of his hand and the grass, almost unconsciously erupts into the shape of a proud-looking, somewhat distant, but not intimidating figure with a billowing cape.

"--a mentor? Older brother? Kinda person. But I went most of my life on my own. I always kinda wondered what that was like to have parents. And to be a kid; I never was a kid, either." A slight grin. "I guess that's why I'm supposed to be a grown up soon and I still like goofing around like a kid."

"Leon Kennedy and Claire Redfield," Sherry said without the hitch she would've had a few days previously. The lie was fluid, and while still a little weird to think about, it had become more natural once she mantra'd it over and over in her mind. Sherry only hoped her new parents were doing the same thing. She watched the grass change and cocked her head to the side.

The people where he was from really liked their capes.

"Well, maybe that's okay. For now, just... it would be really annoying if I grew up before you did." Sherry shrugged, ever practical.

He'd say something about how he's not going to be a goof for THAT long, but--

"Leon? Seriously? He's your dad?" A pause. "Seriously?"

Sherry nodded, "Yes." Was that really so hard to believe? She wondered briefly if maybe their story wouldn't work, but it was too late for that now. "Why?"

"Dude's just super uptight. I didn't think he'd be the type with a kid."

You have to have sex to make those.

"I guess, but you probably see him when he's working, don't you?" And if that was the case, you'd better not be lying about being a superhero. "He's different with me." Obviously, since he actually kind of smiled and hugged her and messed up her hair.

Which she hated, and he knew that, but he did it anyway. "Mom, too. They're both really nice."

"Huh."

If possible, Leon Kennedy went up in a bit of esteem in Kon's eyes.

Good parents are...something he respects.

"Well, you're lucky to have 'em here. Although I wouldn't want my aunt and uncle here--they're kinda old, and it's dangerous sometimes."

Sherry nodded emphatically. "I know I am; otherwise, who knows what would happen to me?" That was an alternate Sherry never wanted to think about, to be perfectly honest with herself. She laughed a little bit - shortly and probably not as warmly as another kid her age would have, but still, a laugh was a laugh.

The wind ruffled her hair, and irritably Sherry smoothed it out again, affixing the bright red headband back in her hair. "I mean, if it can't be helped that we're here, we might as well be thankful for the small favors we've been given; tentacles and meatbeds not withstanding." Why yes, she was well-spoken for her age, wasn't she?

"It's not so bad here. Some favors aren't so small, y'know?" he says, letting the grass clippings finally fall to the ground.

"A lot of people seem to have come from worlds that didn't have such great stuff going on."

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"Yeah, I guess you're right." There was a But... behind that sentence, though the little girl didn't complete the thought. Sherry shifted, and pulled a knee up to her chest, to rest her chin there.

"Except for the part about the tentacles, and the weird headvoice, and the dinosaurs wandering around." No, she still hadn't gotten past that shock yet, why do you ask? Sherry smiled briefly at him.

"And the fact we still have to go to school." Not that she minded, but... she didn't want to be behind other people, it made her want to be competitive.

"You know, the funny thing is the part I'm least used to out of all of those things is the school. Man, I hate school."

He flumps back on the grass in a full body gesture of something almost akin to defeat, tucking a hand behind his head.

"I wouldn't even go, but I promised my friends I would. They're all worried about me falling behind and blah blah blah."

"It isn't so bad," Sherry reminded him. "Just memorization, isn't it?" Heaps and heaps of memorizing and repeating knowledge that may or may not even be useful someday. Sherry wondered why people thought Rote learning was so good.

"Personally, I like learning by myself. Not with other people." It was easier. "Not that it's entirely possible here. Mom and Dad want me to be with people my own age, since..." Since the zombie apocalypse ate my classmates. I'm sure you understand, right? "...stuff happened."

"It's boring. I like the stuff like writing better. And some history, like big battles and superhero history and stuff."

He picks at the grass where he lays, one arm still behind his head.

There's concern in his expression at the pause.

"What kinda stuff?"

"Zombie stuff," Sherry frowned. "Monster stuff." It was okay if he didn't believe her; there were moments Sherry didn't believe it herself. But if they went back to Raccoon, there wouldn't be anything there. So, it had to have really happened. She really had gotten sick, Claire really had saved her, there were monster plants, and monster people.

"I don't like talking about it, though." Sherry cleared her throat and looked back at the lake before changing the subject. "A-anyway... School's only boring if you make it boring. It's not so bad if you have people there that are like you." So long as they weren't totally stupid. But her school didn't hold with stupid children, she'd been told.

His expression goes even softer and more concerned. Zombies and monsters are...not things little kids should have to deal with. That's what superheroes are for. But he knows now some worlds just...don't seem to have them, and he wonders what it must be like for people to have to deal with monsters and zombies when they deserve to have someone else dealing with them for them.

One thing he decides is that a lot of people must be incredibly brave. Like the little tiny kid-bit person he's talking to right now. Just KNOWING that stuff exists, and also knowing there's nobody with a energy powers or alien rings or superstrength that are gonna stand in their way.

That only other brave people are gonna. Well...

Then again, if it was the Batfamily against a zombie invasion, he knows who would win. Normal people without powers can be amazing, a lot of the time.

He lets the subject change, though.

"I guess. There's not a lot of people that're like me though. I mean, I have my friends, but I don't know. I feel different from other people sometimes. I didn't start the same way as everyone else, most of what I know was dumped right into my head, no parents, no childhood, and I started being a superhero pretty much from when I broke out of the test tube they grew me in. I think that's why it's hard--I didn't have to go to school to learn a lot of what I knew, so I still haven't really learned how to...learn. If that makes any sense."

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"So... what your saying then, is that this is basically your childhood?" Sherry observed, treading carefully. She had to suspend her reality if she wanted to believe him, after all (how many adults did she know that came fully formed out of "test tubes"? The answer here was "zero"!). "Right?"

She worried at her lower lip a little, canting her head to the side to get a good look at his face. If he got mad, she would just hop up and run away. Superpowers or not, she was pretty sure she could surprise run away.

Possibly, maybe.

"How can it be my childhood if I'm a teenager, though? It doesn't work that way...does it?"

"Not usually," Sherry amended sheepishly. "But, if you don't have a childhood, wouldn't it be normal to treat your current life as a kind of proxy-childhood?" He didn't seem as jerkish as a lot of the other people his age, anyway. Well, his physical age.

And she could tolerate him, too. That was a plus!

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