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And we don't have a little waterfall in any of the other ponds. It might make things harder, but! It'd make things easier!

Father Vincent- Vincent Smith- he works in the chapel as an inmate. He's pretty guarded, but he's polite. I don't know if he's ever gone to the gym, but he likes books?

[Books on the occult, but who's judging?]

Thrawn...well...he's the type that needs a project. Many, many projects which don't have social aspects.

[She sighs. Thrawn, her problem gremlin.]

I think he's one of those people who needs to work or they get really anxious.

I don't think I've ever seen him in the gym, no. And I don't really spend any time in the chapel, but I have seen him in the library.

[Abel is not the biggest fan of magic, he appreciates what it can do, might get excited to see it, but when it's explained to him as just 'it just does that' it bothers him. Reading a book explaining that might be even worse in his opinion.]

I can see that. I think I'm the same way, though less potentially destructive when I am without.

Him being in the library would make sense. No idea what he reads though.

[She'd have to ask sometime. Maybe they could find a common reading ground. Abel reading magic...woof. At least materia had a kind of explanation, though it still wasn't logical.

Neither was her own birthright.]

It might have helped that you had the gym. It wasn't a project exactly but...

Actually- now I'm wondering. How is Cain without a project...?

I haven't asked him... I don't really know many priests, so what they might read is also a mystery.

[He thinks a moment, sure that Cain would have been just fine without his assignment, he doesn't think he likes to keep as busy, would be fine keeping to himself honestly.]

He's been reading a lot, I let him into the enclosure frequently enough, though he doesn't really want to show me what he's doing in there, but I didn't really want to pry. He seems well enough when he leaves, so I doubt it's anything I should be worrying about.

And he's a new frequenter of the gym. He likes the bag...kind of made me wonder if he'd like something similar to the training stations we'd had on board the Sleipnir, but I hadn't asked him yet. Maybe a boxing machine might be more manageable...less room sized.

We don't even have priests back home.

[She offered a helpless shrug. Priests and what they read was a mystery to her.]

Oh, Cain has been teaching me how to punch!

[She was all cheerful and proud herself. She can punch people now! But she wasn't very good at it yet.]

Maybe he'd like the boxing machine. There would be others who would like it too. Maybe Cloud would.

You don't? Do they call them something else? Religion is...not my favorite subject, but it certainly exists. I've just tried my best to avoid it.

[There is a soft laugh at the mental image of Cain teaching Aerith how to punch, kind of cute really.]

I've seen him train, he throws a good one. I've been working with Angeal for a while, though Cain could still kick my ass if he wanted to. How's his teaching style?

And I might pose the question to Vaggie...see what she thinks. Maybe we could find one in port instead of request one, depending on how that goes.

No, we just don't have any religion. We used to, I think.

But it's been pretty much forgotten.

[It was cute. The pair of them were very earnest about the lessons. And Cain, while not gentle, did show care during said lessons.]

He's good at it. He doesn't mind my silly questions, and he corrects me when I need it. I can't punch as hard as he can. Not yet.

We're due for port right? Maybe we'll get lucky and have a boxing machine there. I've so many supplies I want to pick up when we go.

I might have to borrow you or Cain or both for pack mule stuff.

Oh! I suppose I wasn't expecting that. Seems strange to have just vanished.

[There were a lot of people who found it comforting. To just forget and fade away altogether was odd to him, but perhaps Earth was bigger than her world? Who knew?]

I don't think you want to punch as hard as he can. You'll hurt your hands. [He can remember him coming back late nights, knuckles torn to shit. He'd been trying to keep an eye on that, didn't want him not to wrap himself properly now that he had the option to, but was also trying not to hover so much. It was a difficult line to walk.]

There are quite a few things I'd like to get myself aside from that...We have water available, but I think it would be nice, get something reusable, just refill the cooler, get another one.

And I don't mind at all, Aerith, though Zack could probably carry twice as much. I'm sure you wouldn't even have to ask, just smile and point.

I think it's in part that we know where we will come from and go; the Lifestream. It's kind of just a fact of life now. Water is wet, rain comes from the sky. That kind of thing.

[Earth and Gaia were so different. All the Earth things were just so...odd. ]

I'd have to wear gloves if I did after. For gardening, until I used a spell.

[Which depending might be awhile. She'd want her staff for fighting first.]

Refillable water would be nice. Maybe Zack and the others could pitch a few ideas.

[She giggled quietly.]

He may be able to carry twice as much, and I could recruit Cloud too. But many friends make light work!

I think perhaps humanity would implode upon itself if it could agree where we go when we die. I was more leaning in the 'that's the end, nothing else' category, but that is interesting that you just...know.

[Weird to think that's just how it is, honestly. So many people throughout history had died for the sake of religion, a world without it...huh.]

When we see what the options are, I was going to brainstorm with Vaggie, but I would be open to suggestions, especially from regulars. Spaces that don't serve the people that use them aren't doing it right, anyways. But, I will be there to help, especially if Zack and Cloud will be there, carrying things. You and I can hang behind, load me up with bags, but my only ask is that I can still see where I'm going. [The smile he's wearing is entirely apparent in his tone.]

Well...it was always kind of reassuring, I think. You give back your life once it's done.

Though...some people thought there was a promised land once. Maybe that's a religion leftover.

And maybe on Earth, the end is the end. I have no idea. It's something to think about.

[Maybe with some wine. It might be a sad conversation. She'd rather talk about shopping honestly.]

You'll have to ask the gym buffs about what's best. Good reason to say hey to some cute guys, maybe?

[Is Abel dating? She has no idea. But flirting should be okay!]

And of course you'd be with me, helping with directions of course. The boys can clear the way.

[She's smiling too. And thinking of cute helpful boys.]

Fives makes a point of 'running into' Abel on his way to meet Cain, smiling at the other man and clapping him on the shoulder. "Abel, hey, how are you doing? I'm just heading to meet your buddy Cain on the stern deck so he can show me his marksmanship skills with a blaster." Not 'checking up' so much as sharing information casually with a mutual friend.

Abel might have jumped like he did the last time Fives gets that big hand of his on his shoulder, blinking at him a moment before he processes the words coming out of his mouth. His buddy Cain. He might have a weird look on his face at that phrasing, but don't read into it too much, Fives. He's just being weird.

"Oh! I'm fine. That...sounds like something he'd really enjoy, actually. He's good with a gun." And, seeing as he's starting to calm down, he doesn't have too much to say about it. Cain had never killed anyone that he was aware of, at least not without good reason. It's questionable whether or not the infantry in Cook's office had survived that shoot out. He's trying not to think too hard about the fact that he doesn't really care if they did or not.

He doesn't apologize, because that would be calling undue attention to the reaction, but he does make a note to himself not to do it again. As for the rest, well, he has a very weird view on relationships of every stripe--familial, romantic, and otherwise platonic--so he doesn't tend to read much into anyone's reactions on that count.

"Good! He's offered to help me teach marksmanship with anyone who takes me up on the offer, and Force knows we could all use ways to keep busy and be useful on this Hutt-fucking disaster of a ship." He grimaces in distaste, though that's the most displeasure or discomfort he's ever expressed on their current situation. He's used to rolling with what the universe throws his way, and he's well past showing his thoughts and feelings on his face unless he wants to.

"I think he'll appreciate the distraction, just don't be too familiar." Which, in one of the rare instances of Abel giving advice on how to handle Cain, is really for his benefit. He deserves to enjoy something, and the small nudge in the right direction will hopefully help him actually enjoy it without having to worry too much about the things he might usually.

"What sort of guns are you offering?" He pats the one at his thigh, "This is what he'd be used to, but he's more familiar with guns than I am. This is as close to regulation issue as I could get, though this has a stun setting whereas the alliance models don't." If you ever needed to shoot a Colteron, you didn't usually take it into the brig, it would be shot dead on sight.

"Sure thing," he agrees. Not that he'd planned on it right out the gate anyway.

Fives pats the blaster at his hip in response. "Standard issue in our army. Two stun settings, plus one that'll pretty much maim anything that's not armored up and another that'll blast through just about everything short of the armor I'm wearing, and a handful of species that are resistant to blaster fire."

[Cain has a description of him so he just finds him in person.]

You were fucking with our guns.

[Abel, a little rattled from getting shot still but coping, is well aware that his description was leaked. Clint was having him followed too, though he's been losing his tail as often as he can.

He's still got his gun, set to stun on his thigh, but he doesn't reach for it just yet. Putting his hand on it was what had gotten him shot in the first place.]

The more unsettling ones, yes. Can I help you?

How old are you, son?

[He stands relaxed in the doorway, taking a step closer but there's nothing aggressive in his stance.]

What year were you born?

[Abel settles his weight onto one foot, arms folding across his chest.]

Twenty-five, and I'm from the twenty-sixth century, the year usually doesn't matter when everyone else is so far behind.

Who are you?

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I'm Cain.

You ever hear about the Vietnam War?

[There is the tiniest bit of humor that sneaks into his unease at the name, returning with a rather flat tone.]

Funny, I'm Abel. My Co-pilot's name is Cain too.

[He has to think a little though, eyebrows knitting as he tries to recall exactly what he knew of the war. It was controversial, though which wars weren't? Entirely overshadowed by the great wards of the twentieth century, but he knew some details.]

I've read some, did you fight in it?

[He's close now.]

Ever heard of the head on a stick, Abel?

[His hand goes immediately to his gun as Cain gets closer, he's holding his ground in an attempt to prove he's not going to be intimidated. There is clearly a size difference here though, and he's not about to get attacked without defending himself.]

No. Though I'm sure you're going to tell me.

[He grabs that wrist, pinning it to the gun, preventing it from being pulled. With his other hand he spins Abel onto his stomach, holding him down, preventing him from bucking up to freedom.]

Nah, let's be civil.

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