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All the things you can't leave behind | Open
Jaime had had a lot to think about lately. Biggest among them was this ship and the people on it. Who could he trust? His other self had made it pretty clear that there were very few people that he could deal with without worry, and only a few of them, like Paco, were people he actually knew. As it was, he had taken to wandering the city, trying to get his mind wrapped around what had to be done.
Plans to be made. Alternate plans to be made. People to talk to, information to gain. Saving the world--he'd done that, he could deal with it. Saving the multiverse? That was almost something else entirely. He paused in his walking and sat heavily on the curb of the street he was walking down. What was he supposed to do? He was just a kid.
But he was also a hero. He groaned, rubbed his face with his hand, then glanced upwards.
"I didn't ask for this! Why is it always me?" He questioned the open air, questioned God. Questioned the Reach, the Ohm. Whoever was listening.
Sometimes he wished he could be normal again.
Plans to be made. Alternate plans to be made. People to talk to, information to gain. Saving the world--he'd done that, he could deal with it. Saving the multiverse? That was almost something else entirely. He paused in his walking and sat heavily on the curb of the street he was walking down. What was he supposed to do? He was just a kid.
But he was also a hero. He groaned, rubbed his face with his hand, then glanced upwards.
"I didn't ask for this! Why is it always me?" He questioned the open air, questioned God. Questioned the Reach, the Ohm. Whoever was listening.
Sometimes he wished he could be normal again.
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"Soo. Alternate universe Jaime, right?"
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"I guess that's the best way of putting it. Jaime Reyes, but you probably knew that." A wry grin broke out on his face for a moment.
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"Because there are plenty of other people that ask that same question constantly--myself being one of them--so logic dictates that it can't always be one of us in particular, right?"
He held out a hand. That was how most greeted on board.
"Welcome to the 'I hate my life, but with very good reason' club. There's a secret handshake and a membership oath and everything."
The boy had floppy hair that was now curling down near his chin (he really did need to cut it soon), wore a fur vest, and had a metal leg that started right below his knee. The pantleg of his plantsuit was rolled up so it didn't get caught in the joints.
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"If I had known we had a club, I would have sent in my box tops for a membership and decoder ring ages ago." Ah ha ha. Jaime looked the guy up and down. Strangely dressed, but that kind of described everybody.
"What's your name?"
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"I have no idea what those are, but I'm assuming that was a joke related to club...things, so pretend I got it and laughed a little," he said amicably, adjusting the satchel. It was rather heavy and he was rather weedy.
"The name's Hiccup. And yes, I'm named after a bodily function--it's just a thing where I'm from. Hideous names are supposed to scare off gnomes and trolls."
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"Hiccup. I see. Well, have you ever seen any gnomes or trolls? It must be working." Jaime laughed.
"I'm Jaime Reyes, by the way."
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A pause.
"I really love science. It's a much better explanation for everything than 'because our forefathers said so.'"
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"It's a long story."
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Paco walked up behind Jaime and slung an arm over his shoulders -- his left arm, because he didn't want to start his best friend on a guilt-spiral over the cyborg arm. "Need someone to vent to, bro?"
For all his breezy talk, he was actually worried about his friend. The first Jaime on board had...well, pretty much zombified himself with responsibility and guilt; Paco wasn't going to let that happen again.
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"I. . .guess so? I mean, I should be used to this sort of thing by now but it's whole orders of magnitude bigger than what I'm used to. And that me that was here before did a lot of work for me, but I feel like there's still so much to do and I'm not sure who I can trust on board and. . .yeah."
"It's just a weird, weird situation."
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"As for who you can trust, well, that's always been my job hasn't it?" He grinned. "I'm good at people. Who you got questions about?"
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"I'm glad you're here, really. I'm just worried by all the notes and stuff the other me left. Some stuff about Khaji and the people on the ship. From what I saw, it seemed like everyone has their own agenda."
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"I guess you're feeling sort of helpless."
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"It's a long story. Well. Not really."
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"I'd rather be overwhelmed than helpless anyway."
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"Just. Saving the multiverse isn't quite what I had in mind for my future, you know?"
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"What did you have in mind for the future?"