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deerfeed2020-11-09 04:46 pm
savingthrows) wrote in deerfeed2020-11-09 04:46 pm
[video] un: eleven
[ The video clicks on to a young girl, perhaps 14 years. Her round eyes look a little unsure, brows drawn together in concentration as she figures out how to work this new tablet machine with the stupid name - it's not liquid. She's learned how to operate the application tools back in Beacon, so it's a transition rather than a completely new skill.
Eleven sits cross legged on her bed, half cast in the light of the strange lantern sitting right next to her. She sets the Fluid down on the nightstand, then briefly leans out of frame and picks something up that looks like a beak shaped, half plague doctor mask, distractedly scratching at her neck, where healed scars looks as though something once grabbed her by the neck. Finally, she stops fidgeting and looks at the camera. ]
Hi.
[ She speaks with a pattern that might strike as odd. Sometimes halting in odd places, or saying words slowly, as if she has to place them on her tongue very deliberately. ]
Is there an angel? Here? I need a... miracle. Or maybe. Someone old, with magic?
[ She glances down at the mask, worries her lower lip between her teeth, then adds: ]
There's something in here. It smells like... where I'm from. Home. It's fading. I lost my friend who did the... miracle. So it's fading. But it's important. [ She swallows, lips pursed. ] To me.
[ The things unsaid sit deep in her chest and ache - the home she lost months ago. The friends she lost along the way. A short, deep breath, she gathers herself, serious face relaxing into something softer, but still somber. ]
I can pay. With glitter pens. Or birds, if you have paper.
[Another small pause. She's about to reach out and shut the video off, when she remembers lessons learned. Right - manners. Or the attempt at them. ]
Thanks.
Eleven sits cross legged on her bed, half cast in the light of the strange lantern sitting right next to her. She sets the Fluid down on the nightstand, then briefly leans out of frame and picks something up that looks like a beak shaped, half plague doctor mask, distractedly scratching at her neck, where healed scars looks as though something once grabbed her by the neck. Finally, she stops fidgeting and looks at the camera. ]
Hi.
[ She speaks with a pattern that might strike as odd. Sometimes halting in odd places, or saying words slowly, as if she has to place them on her tongue very deliberately. ]
Is there an angel? Here? I need a... miracle. Or maybe. Someone old, with magic?
[ She glances down at the mask, worries her lower lip between her teeth, then adds: ]
There's something in here. It smells like... where I'm from. Home. It's fading. I lost my friend who did the... miracle. So it's fading. But it's important. [ She swallows, lips pursed. ] To me.
[ The things unsaid sit deep in her chest and ache - the home she lost months ago. The friends she lost along the way. A short, deep breath, she gathers herself, serious face relaxing into something softer, but still somber. ]
I can pay. With glitter pens. Or birds, if you have paper.
[Another small pause. She's about to reach out and shut the video off, when she remembers lessons learned. Right - manners. Or the attempt at them. ]
Thanks.
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[ Her "bad men" are probably a little more different from the ones she's apparently had to deal with? Which only makes Jean look to her through the Fluid a little sympathetically. ]
I'm sorry you know what that's like.
[ Really, she is. ]
My name's Jean, by the way.
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I'm Eleven.
[ Jane Hopper on the paper. But she's chosen to be neither Jane nor 011, but both. Eleven. El.
It fits. ]
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[ Since she gets the feeling Eleven's new here? Not that she knows everyone or anything, but. ]
I'm sorry I don't really know anyone with magic or who happens to be an angel. But I'm guessing you just got here? Or, you know, woke up here.
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[ There's something in Eleven's eyes. A... hesitation, perhaps. She's not sure she should say anything, and yet...
It comes unbidden. ]
Are you. Were you also a number?
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No. I'm... a mutant.
[ "The bad men", numbers... she has to wonder how similar some things might be and it shows with the way her teeth worry her bottom lip. ]
But we definitely have bad men where I'm from, too.
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What's... 'mutant'?
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[ A beat. ]
Like me being able to read minds and move things with my mind. Some can control the weather, some are really super fast, some can control metal and others can turn into other people.
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Is she a mutant? She can move things with her mind. She can enter the Void, and see people without being seen. Kali could make you see things that weren't there.
Eleven knows there are more out there - have to be. 011 means at least another ten. She can count. ]
Were you in a lab, too?