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[holesomelanguage]

No idea- jus' a bunch o' them poppin' outta the sky an' turnin' back ta human. Seemed like they were happy ta?

... The ninja I knew. Somethin' like a work partner? I was there ta help her out.

[throughbamboo]

Ahh, so it was all good, more or less? Huh.

Here I thought my memories were wild, I ain't got nothin' even close to that. Or cowboys.

[holesomelanguage]

Figure so.

Yeah? What were yers like?

[throughbamboo]

Mmm . . . lot of fightin'. Vision me is part of some kind of gang, too.

[a beat]

He spent 25 years in prison for murdering 18 men.

[holesomelanguage]

--Holy hell. Yer up ta some wild shit too, I'd say.

[throughbamboo]

[ahahahahahahaha.

He huffs a bit]

No kiddin'. S'complicated, but he didn't actually murder 'em, but - still did the time.

[waves a hand]

Forget 'bout that. Gonna keep goin' while it's good?

[holesomelanguage]

Yer tellin' me some other time then, brother. Story fer a story, yeah?

[ Except he's starting to feel a little too into this, nodding at the question. ]

Yeah- there's gotta be more in there ta explain the... space everythin', right?

[throughbamboo]

Hah, I'd be glad to. Did say I'd show ya some, too - the nicer ones.

[that doesn't surprise him, though. He nods]

There's gotta be. Or at least, maybe ya got more cowboy stuff waitin' for ya.

[holesomelanguage]

Wouldn't mind it at all if there were. Or some answers fer all the questions I got.

Jus' got the one left now- other's with Rose.

[throughbamboo]

Answers would be nice.

Here's hopin' this gives ya some.

[holesomelanguage]

[ Time for the last vision, the ring, and as it kicks in, a smile spreads on his face, warm and soft. ]

... A weddin'. One o' my siblings.

[throughbamboo]

[there's a bit of relief on his face for a moment before he smiles]

Yeah? What was it like?

[holesomelanguage]

[ Rubbing absently at his left arm. ]

Held right out in the flower fields. Beautiful day, perfect in every way. Fella came from a far off town, travelin' through an' they jus' fell in love.

[throughbamboo]

Flower fields? That sounds real nice.

'M glad it was perfect, day like that should be.

[holesomelanguage]

Yeah, she was real happy. Reckon there ain't ever been a wider smile on her face.

[throughbamboo]

I bet. Bet both of 'em were real happy.

[holesomelanguage]

Smiles wide as the sun is bright. Ridin' off inta the sunset too.

[throughbamboo]

Even that? Damn, even got a perfect endin', too.

[holesomelanguage]

Right? Damn jealous when I saw it. Hopin' I'd get my own some day.

[ He's motioning with his hand, oblivious to the fact that there's a spreading metallic sheen on it. ]

[throughbamboo]

Heh, y'never know, Nick. Maybe ya got that comin' in yer future -

[he frowns, trailing off and glancing at his hand] The hell?

1/2

[holesomelanguage]

Now ya know I ain't got th-...

[ He'll also pause, following Ore's gaze. ]

What, got somethin' on my han-

[holesomelanguage]

[ And then he turns his palm and he sees that too. ]

-- What the fuck-?!

[throughbamboo]

[reachin' over to grab his wrist, careful, but tuggin' it over to look closer]

[holesomelanguage]

[ It's happening slowly but surely; inch by inch metal travels over his skin like paint, turning warm skin into cool metal as it travels across his palm up to his fingers, then across the back of his hand. ]

What- That ain't-

[throughbamboo]

[he shifts his grip as it travels up his hand, just in case it's like. Contagious]

The fuck is goin' on?