hadriel | Video 4 - George's room

When I was eight I didn't like it much either, but, got used to it. We didn't have as many options as we do now.

「Ancient times...

But he gets himself busy into making her something that will probably not taste horrible, you cannot go wrong with some vodka with some citrus and raspberries flavored stuff, they are not raspberries nor citrus, who knows what the hell they are, but they taste very alike anyway. The drink itself is actually blue in color... these alien fruits are strange...

He mixes that with a lot of ice and serves two glasses, then he goes around the bar and takes a seat next to her.」

Hmm, don't blame me if this tastes funny, I haven't had much practice.

「At least it's gonna be cold, and against that weather they have, it's better than nothing.」

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Yeah, now it's like there's a liquor for every day of the week.

[she's mostly gotten used to the strange alien fruits. some of them may look weird on the outside, but all you have to do is peel them and they're all right. and, blue! pretty.

she watches curiously as he mixes the drinks. she's never tried to do this herself before. and she smiles as he takes the seat next to hers.

she takes a sip] No, it's good. Thanks. You been working here long?

[cold drinks are always nice on a hot day]

Nope, just started a couple of weeks ago.

「Ah, yes, it's cold, a bit too sweet for his tastes but it's fine, it's not an every day thing anyway.」

I've seen you around before, 「On the network.」 I guess we just didn't quite have much to talk about until now.

「He's really never had a crush before. Only he has, but he's not gonna talk about that. Boys.」

But how long have you been here in Hadriel?

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You're doing great so far.

[it is sweet, but she doesn't mind. every now and then, she gets a sweet tooth]

I guess not? But. I'm glad that we do now?

[George never really had, either, before Sharon. well, there was Betty in her world, but Betty left her behind]

Oh, jeez. Months. Hard telling how many, though, since it was Christmastime when I left and I have no idea what month it is now.

Thanks ... 「That's actually encouraging!」

Even if it is about being dead? 「He teases.」

Hmm, I don't know either, I stopped counting or, I stopped caring. It doesn't really matter, I guess.

I'm just telling the truth. [she says with a smile]

Even if. Hell, maybe especially if. [she laughs]

Yeah. Same here, I guess. I--wonder about my family back home, but. I could never really be with them again, anyway.

「He has to let out a little chuckle at that. He never thought that his death would interest anyone like that. Often he'd get a pitiful stare to anyone who knew he had kicked it, but with her, it is different, a bit closer to the feeling that Ravine gives him.

But he gets that sentiment as well, he's been waiting to be reunited with his family and friends for a few millennia now, being stuck here just makes it all feel more distant.」

Do you think you'll see them again someday, at least?

「Talking about the other Reaper in da house, at least she had an opportunity at that, maybe.」

[George is also intimately acquainted with death in all of its forms, both dignified and ridiculous. mostly ridiculous, to be honest. so when she's told that someone else has died in their world, she can definitely sympathize but also maybe help them deal with their grief over themselves. because she's been there. she's had to mourn herself.

in a way, the distance has been good for George. when she was still in Seattle, she'd stalk her family from afar, even trying to insinuate herself back into their lives on occasion. it always blew up in her face, but it didn't stop her from trying]

I don't know? I guess I will eventually. But I don't know what I'd say to them.

[her most recent attempt was with her dad and a girl she liked. turns out that the girl liked her dad and her dad had said goodbye to George years before her death]

「Oh, she has a point, and it shows in the way he goes silent for a moment, musing over it. He was in such rush to go back home, or, the place where he belonged now that he never took time to think about it. Ultimately it didn't matter, did it?」

I don't think they'd mind, they will be happy to see you anyway.

「She has however, planted the little seed of doubt in him now. What would (will?) he tell his father when he sees him? What would he tell his cousin, who was the one who saw him die? His uncle, how would he greet him? Would they resent him, somehow for what he did? All right, no, it wasn't the first time he would think of their reactions, ever since he regained his memories, that's it, but, as of what to tell them specifically... He has no idea.」

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[George, on the other hand, is in no big rush to go home. in fact, she's not even sure she will go back to her own world when the time comes. she hated being a Reaper, hated feeling responsible for the deaths of others so if there's a way around that, she's going to take it]

I guess so. They just weren't the most. . . touchy-feely, let's-talk-about-our-emotions types of people.

[which is an understatement of the highest degree. the Lass family ignored their emotions, only gave the bare minimum in affection, and preferred to each live in their own little worlds, separate from one another. at times, it was like four strangers living in the same house]

「He makes a little amused sound.」

Mine weren't either, except maybe for my father.

「He cannot remember his uncle ever hugging him, not even after his father's passing. He sips a little from his drink.」

But you miss them, don't you? I bet they do too, even if you don't speak about it, there is always a different level of understanding with those you love.

That's something?

[George can't remember the last time her mom hugged her. she assumes it happened at least once when she reached her teens, but she can't remember a single time it actually happened. the same goes for her father]

I loved them, but I didn't understand them. And they didn't really understand me.

It was everything.

「All he ever needed and more.」

What do you mean?

「Is it a teenager thing?」

I'm glad you had it, then.

[and she is. her family life may have been fucked up, but she'd hope that others' wasn't]

It's just--you know how kids and their parents grow apart when the kids get older? My "older" was around six.

「He actually didn't get to experience that, being incredibly spoiled but, he can imagine. One of his best friends comes from a bit of a broken family and his partner's father was never there...」

Sounds a little cold. And what did you do?

["broken" would be a good way to describe the Lass family, even when all four were present and accounted for]

I guess. And I read. I read a lot.

Hmm, that sounds interesting, what's your favorite book?

「He has to smirk at himself a little, he never liked reading as much as his cousin. No wonder why his uncle would be so hard on him sometimes... But he tries to diverge the attention from the sad to something she seems to enjoy, at least.」

Well, it used to be "A Tale of Two Cities," but it's the only book I had when I showed up here and I've read it, like, ten times. So I've kind of gotten tired of it.

Right now? With all of the heavy shit that goes on around here? I could go with a marathon of Jane Austen novels. Get a little levity and romance up in here.

[yes, she loves books, she'll talk about books for days]

「Not him, though, he doesn't mind reading at all, if there were books here, that's it. Romance? Not quite his thing.」

You were carrying a book when you came here?

「That's cool, actually.」

What were you doing?

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[not usually hers, either, but she's single. painfully single]

Yeah, it was in my bag when I showed up here.

[George Lass has likely the only readable book in Hadriel]

I'd just finished a Reap, grabbed my bag, and was headed for the door at the mall. I opened the door and here I was.

Someone died at the mall?

「Sounds... rather uncommon. Wow, his questions are all over the place, aren't they? She just seems to have so much to say, and he's terribly curious at the moment it seems. She's interesting...」

Yeah. It was at Starbucks. The espresso machine blew up. It was actually pretty gruesome.

[not as uncommon as he might think. there's Black Friday to deal with, random slips and falls in something slippery, the occasional murder. and she'd be flattered to be considered interesting]

... That can actually happen?

「Holy wow...! He quickly shakes his head.」

Sorry, I didn't mean to bring that kind of stuff up; though, I guess it's kind of hard.

Unfortunately, yes.

[she's seen just about every stupid, pointless way to die imaginable]

Kind of. But while I'm here, I'm on a permanent vacation. I don't think much of the gods for the most part, but I've gotta admit that Hope knows his way around a resurrection.

「Now, that's a little sad.」

Some vacations...

「Oh, right, that's a thing.」

Do you know how he does it?

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