“ i have always wondered what human food would taste. ”
she's never really had a chance to ask about it from the sarentu that might've had a run in with the experience.
“ is it really as good as you make it sound .ᐣ ”
“In this body, I eat ration and things like this, when your people offer me.” He hummed, stil appreciating the taste of that meal.
“In my real body, I eat ration and the food my scientists prepare, it’s good. Very human. >>
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oblivious of the weight that keeps him grounded ; she rolled her eyes 、 a soft chuckle as she shook her head. “ it is an art and skill. ”
she has always wondered about what food humans eat. “ what do you eat .ᐣ ”
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I can’t have my own life. He’d say, but this thought would never come out of his mouth. Instead, a frail smile appeared in his lips.
“Well, maybe I can’t cook like this.”
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“ a scout and a warrior — what else can you not do .ᐣ ”
she was not all that familiar with how the skypeople work and what roles they play 、but it certainly sounded like he was an all-rounder.
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"I explore, do the recon. I map the areas we intend to infiltrate, the possible points of vulnerability, I prepare the terrain for possible incidents."
Meticulously, obsessively, but she didn't need to know that.
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“ alone .ᐣ really .ᐣ ” it only opened more questions. it was a first she has heard a dreamwalker be sent alone — all from what she heard from alma that is.
they were different in expertise.
“ what do you usually do .ᐣ ”
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"No, not always. Sometimes we go in groups, sometimes I go alone. It depends on the risks and objetives."
They were not even friends. Alek had this problem, of not being able to approach much.
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“ is it always the two of you together .ᐣ ” she leaned back a bit. lowering the stew to let it cool.
“ or are there more like you and your friend .ᐣ ”
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"Well, that's because everything feels new to us, and some humans are more curious than others. I'm used to survive with few things, but I don't refuse gifts that can make life a little easier."
Like the braids, feathers, food, >>
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“ you and your human curiosities ... it is interesting to see at times. they have called it alike to a child's — to your friend that is. as he questions away. ”
shoulders were shrugged 、not all that aboard with the idea.
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"Well, good for all of us." He also brought the bowl to his lips, tasting the flavor with closed eyes. Much beter than ration.
About his friend, well...
"He gets really excited with exploring."
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she hummed and nodded. “ yes. apparently 、she made too much. though her reasoning is doubtful. ”
she chuckled and shook her head before bringing hers up to her lips for a taste before continuing.
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Did he? Alek lifted na arm to be able to smell his skin, but it didn't seem so bad at-oh, she was just teasing him.
"Very funny," he looked at the bowl, and slowly accepted it with his hands. "Really?" It smelled good and >>
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“ i think this body needs one too. ” she teased 、smile bright before gesturing at the bowl of newly made stew.
“ a gift— from one of the women who approached you yesterday and placed accessories on your hair. ”
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It was odd. To be a blue man, going back to his blonde self, then back to the blue body. It was always confusing, like an identity crisis———yet, as soon as he noticed her smile, he couldn’t help but to smile too. >>
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upon seeing him finally awake 、it seemed like she had the timing pretty nailed down. she approached with a smile.
“ good morning. how was your sleep .ᐣ ” she asked while crouching to set the bowl down nearby.
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when he awoke 、the t'lalim has already long started their early morning routine. chatters between clan members in their own little bubble of realities — slipping past them was setrani. two bowls of fresh yerik stew ready to eat.
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Far away from there, his human body sat down——being held and helped by a doctor that injected a dose of medication into his vein before he could get up, still a little dizzy. Slowly, he managed to eat and drink water, regrouping with the others. >>
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after a few beats of nothing but silence 、she reaches over and moves the bow and quiver on a safer distance so it would not 'disturb' before laying on the other end with a safe distance to rest and sleep.
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she nodded and watched as he settled back down. it was fascinating how fast it can happen 、leaving this body to be in another 、yet still appear to be sleeping.
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He observed the movement and sighed deeply as he looked at his wristwatch. It was time; he already felt the headaches from the excessive number of hours he had spent in that body.
Slowly, he touched his communicator.
"Where are you?" >>
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“ they are stopping. ” she hummed as she stood up and took the bowl with her to give way for the dreamwalkers to rest in her place. “ is it time .ᐣ ”
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“ i suppose that is good for now. ”
chatters from around the ship made her pause 、 looking up at the sky to see its light slowly dim. they were preparing to anchor the medusoids in place for the night.
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"I can't do that."
He was a human and this wouldn't change because he enjoyed spending time with natives - his sister and the Chairman couldn't know that.
And, there was that other problem. >>
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the tale of not being heard reminded her of plenty of things. how the na'vi and humans could be so stubborn — the resistance. she did not like them at first but she remembered.
“ you can join the resistance. ”
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"I also hope this place can be humanity's home, it would be dumb to drain this planet as well."
He wasn't really good, Alek killed natives more than once, hostiles ones, that tried to kill him and his team, even when he didn't want to harm them. >>