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Contemplate the End of the World [Open]

Tony stared out into the swirling colors of the bleed, shoulders slumped. He felt off. The beast inside of him constantly bristling, ready to tear something apart, kill someone for the slightest insult - the one he'd learned to control. It still gnawed at him, roiled up when he didn't need or want it. It made him moody. He grumbled to himself and ran a hand through his hair.

"Stop feelin' sorry for yourself. Universe or whatever is counting on you."

Which only made him feel marginally better. Seventeen years old and a soldier in a losing war for the fate of the world was heavy responsibility on its own. Then a whole universe had been dumped on it. But he was Garou. He was a Bone Gnawer - and Bone Gnawers did or died. They preferred to do and live, of course, but when the chips were done they got the job done. He turned away from the swirling colors of the bleed and glanced over the rest of the lounge. Sorta quiet, kinda dead.

Hell, he needed something to do besides mope.

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"You get used to it," Tony muttered as he glanced back out of the window. He'd lost track of how long he'd been here. "I'm from Los Angeles. What about you?"

Alex smiled, glad to hear a familiar place name, even if it wasn't the same exact LA. "The Big Apple. E-east coaster here. I h-hear t-they jus' started a cu-curfew over th-there too now."

"Curfew?" Tony raised a brow. He didn't really remember a curfew, but then again even if he had heard of it he'd probably have ignored it. "Don't remember hearing about that, but fuck the police anyway. Am I right?"

Alex laughed. Fucking the Feds was something he did every day. The police were no better, "Hells yeah! Th-they don't do anything ta actually help a-anyone a-anymore." He shook his head, "M-my America's r-really gone ta shit. W-was your's better?"

Tony snorted and meandered over to a fleshy couch and flopped into it, limbs sprawled everywhere. "Hell no. Not if you were on the bottom. Rich kept gettin' richer, poor kept gettin' poorer. Cops shoot you if they don't like you."

Alex was surprised at how easy he was actually finding it to talk with the guy. "S-sounds 'bout right. Y-you could try makin' money by s-signing your k-kids up for m-morally questionable experiments. Bu-but that ra-rarely helped. E-even the less rich, t-they got m-mugged an' shot 'cause th-they couldn' afford body guards."

He seemed to be relaxing a bit, but he didn't take a seat quite yet. He still looked a bit like he might bolt any second.

"Wasn't that bad, but shit was gettin' intense. Just misery and pain and... Eh. Gonna make myself even more depressed." He scowled, picking at his shirt. "Too much t'think about."

Alex watched the little inanimate shadow creep up around him. It was what he had been saying that was causing that. Alex bit his lip, sat next to Tony, and reached out a scarred hand, patting Tony's shoulder. It was really just a cover for him to eat the shadow. It was weak enough that Alex was able to ignore the depressed feeling as it washed over him, even if it made him feel sick.

"W-well, maybe wh-we can use what we learn here ta help o-our worlds back h-home." He smiled at Tony despite the fading ache. He had been responsible for it, after all. He felt that it was his responsibility to make sure it got no worse.

"They say our worlds are gone. Destroyed. Poof." Tony gestured, making an explosion with his hands. "So it might end up bein' pointless. Our worlds might be gone with no way of gettin' 'em back."

He shrugged and settled back again. He didn't feel quite as bad, really.

Alex clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. As bad as things had been in the country he had a fondness for his home planet. Then again, if Loretta, Mikel, and Amanda woke from the pods, he could happily live on this ship forever. As long as they were there he could call it home.

It had enough tech to keep him occupied for now, at the very least.

He really didn't want to talk about this any more, but he wasn't sure about how to change the subject, so he sat quietly for a minute, staring out into the bleed. After a moment it occurred to him to ask, "Wh-what is that?"

"They call it the bleed. It's like... the space in between universes or something. I don't really understand it." Tony shrugged helplessly. He's not exactly tech-savvy. Or bleed-savvy.

"Oh," was all he said, followed by some more awkward silence. He shifted uncomfortably, wondering if he should leave.

"So, are you just a normal kid who happened to get grabbed or what? We're all here for something..." Tony glanced over at Alex curiously. He didn't seem like the hero type. Neither did Tony, come to think of it.

Alex froze. He generally felt pretty normal, but he knew he wasn't. He had been about as open as he could be with strangers about it, but he was still unsure about how people would take his situation.

So far though, they'd been pretty good about it. That didn't mean he wasn't afraid of this kid's anger. "S-sorta. I w-was part o' an experiment back home. Th-the one I mentioned..." He swallowed hard before going on, "re-resulted in me seein' an' e-eatin' bad feelings."

"...shit, really? What's your name?" Tony looked a bit shocked - but not surprised. He knew Pentex had done experiments on people. He knew the leeches liked to do it sometimes too.

Well, at least he wasn't angry at him or calling him a freak, or anything like that. "A-Alex. Alex Furest. A-and yours?" He sighed in relief. The shock was a much better reaction than Alex had expected.

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