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The more things change...

Zouichi had taken a few wounds during the mission, but nothing that he would deem serious enough to require medical treatment. He'd already begun to heal, and he estimated that by the time tomorrow rolled around, he'd once again be at full strength. This was not, of course, true of everyone who had fought on that moon -- those who had lost their lives, for instance.

But for him, intense combat was the norm. There was no sense dwelling on loss of life or regretting the past, and there were no nightmares about the dead or dying. There was only the future, and the battles to be found there.

So it was back to business as usual: maintenance on the HDC, clearing stray leaves off the front steps and caring for the flowers... and teaching his pet parrot some commands. Today, however, Alan seemed more intent on rolling onto his back and demanding to be picked up. So Zouichi settled back in the shade of a nearby tree instead, playing with the bird and occasionally wondering where he'd picked up all these new phrases that sounded suspiciously like Lash.

Maybe if Howard showed up, they could look for odds and ends in the City.

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"That's a little strange; I thought people in the pods didn't age. It would have taken some time to return you from a state of near-starvation, wouldn't it?" Zouichi frowned a little, thinking. "If I were a little more paranoid, I might wonder if the ship had really rescued us at all."

"Might be a good idea. My world wouldn't exactly be pleasant."

"Well, obviously time passes." But he looks worried. "So what do you think, we're data copies? It might explain the different timelines bit."

He bites his lip. "Yeah, well, if all fails I'm not going to my home if I can help it."

Zouichi's smile looked a little wry. "Maybe we're clones."

He nodded. "I don't blame you. Sounds like almost anywhere would be better than where you were. I've still got a mission, though."

Howard laughs and makes a little 'stamp' motion at his forehead.

"I go home and you go get killed fighting zombies. Saving the universe is looking better every day, I gotta tell you."

That... was kind of a dickish thing to do, Howard. As was probably evident by the look on Zouichi's face.

"You keep killing me off before I'm dead," he said mildly.

"Sorry," he says with a look of genuine apology. Stare of Sincere Apology, Zou! Zouichi put Galilee so behind him that Howard assumed it was fair game, especially after they'd joked about it during the hospital thieving.

"I am not killing you off before you're dead."

In some ways, he'd put it behind him. But in others, it would probably continue to color his interactions with others for quite some time. And the gesture had been a sudden, rather unexpected reminder of that.

"At any rate," he continued. "The threats I've had to deal with here haven't really measured up to what I'm used to back on Earth. I'll be fine."

Howard wouldn't have, had he stopped long enough to think before doing that. Sometimes Zou seems so unfazed it's easy to forget. Easy to think of him as some unstoppable, imperturbable force of nature instead of a person. Which, Howard realizes, is no better than what he just tried to mock. He drops his eyes to the floor, suddenly totally interested in his shoelaces.

"That's what I'm saying. You'll take out all these easy-peasy fire-shooting Ohm and dinosaurs and you'll be totally out of shape when you go home. I worry about these things, man."

In Howard's defense, Zouichi does seem to be unfazed by an awful lot. And he'd probably rather think of himself as an imperturbable force of nature, too.

He nodded. "I try to keep up with the pace I'm used to in the Sensoriums. But I wouldn't call myself out of shape. You don't need to worry."

"Well, you don't. So that's why I do." Duh, Zou. How many times do they have to go over this?

"I think you should worry about yourself more. Like whether or not you're going to grow up and own twelve cats."

"I worry about myself plenty, and hell no. Do you know how much work just one cat is? She's chewed on like, all my cords and wires already." Not that he doesn't like her. He does. It's even evident in his voice that he finds even her obnoxious traits endearing.

Howard's been marking buildings that he's scavenged with sharpies. They get to a plain-looking house with no sharpie-marks, and he spends a few minutes with the lock and opens the door. "After you?"

"What, am I supposed to disarm a trap or something?" Zouichi ducked into the house anyway, looking around at the interior. "You've been busy."

"Dude, we're going what, oh for three for hanging out and not running into ghosts?" He follows. "What kind of self-respecting house doesn't have a fire extinguisher?"

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"We didn't run into ghosts on any missions. That's something."

"Maybe the ship picked up the house and left the fire extinguisher." He was actually surprised there weren't more fires in the City.

"Yeah, seriously. What the hell's with it not bringing any decent wardrobes? If I get blood on another t-shirt I'm going to stay shirtless until the next shore leave." Not that he actually would, for obvious reasons. The plant suit is creepy and he prefers it as a bracelet, but at least it looks regular at this point. "We didn't run into ghosts. We just ran into everything else."

Zouichi raised an eyebrow. "Well, for your sake, I hope the next shore leave comes sooner rather than later, or you'll catch a cold. We do seem to run into a lot of unusual situations on missions, though. I'm surprised there haven't been any brain-sucking starfish yet."

"By my reckoning, we got fairies, vampires, ballerinas, sea monsters, nuns, intelligent cows, parasites, talking marionettes, an army of rats, the Morlocks, tigers and werewolves to go before this whole thing's over. Maybe knights in Camelot."

One of these things is not like the other! One of these things just doesn't belong!

"...Ballerinas? Wait, what's so sinister about ballerinas?"

~~Someone's never seen Black Swan.~~

"They're freaky flexible. Have you seen the angles they put their backs at? It's like contortionists but frillier."

~~Or The Red Shoes~~

"You're afraid of flexible people? Remind me not to touch my toes in front of you."

"I'm not afraid of them, I just think they're freaky. Big difference. But yeah, if we go on a mission where ballerinas are trying to kill us, I'll bump them up to the 'scary' category."

Howard already thinks you're freaky, Zou. But in the good way!

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"Somehow, I think whether or not they have ray guns will be a bigger factor in how frightening they are than whether or not they can perform advanced stretches."

"It would be nice to visit an undersea planet sometime..." Zouichi said, almost to himself.

"Who knows? Maybe they're like, mechas who can come together and contort themselves into pieces and make one giant evil ballerina. With a ray gun!"

In a way, imagining all the craziness is sort of comforting. It's less scary when you joke about it. When you can pretend about riding the world's most ridiculous memoir and making millions off it.

"Oh, yeah, says the guy who doesn't breathe."

Zouichi stifled a laugh. "Right. I'd like to see that. Maybe they could have a special attack."

He glanced at Howard. "I think it would be interesting. On my Earth, the ocean wildlife population was fairly depleted. Not many coral reefs or the like left."

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