oo4 :: Wolf and Face Value

[wheat-wolf.livejournal.com]

{She's sitting on an unfinished and tarnished wooden desk with a velvet pouch in her lap. She takes the pouch and dumps all the contents onto the desk, and an assortment of coins spill onto the desk. They're almost all different, with different faces and sizes since the coins hail from many different kingdoms. But she smiles to see them.}

The currency may have shifted, but the currency does remain the same itself! So many different coins, and from so many kingdoms! Fufu, Lawrence should be glad that I have little to do. Sorting these coins by the true value, what a task that would be! Especially for a human, even with the scales.

{She takes two at a time, striking them against each other as she holds them up to her ear}

Silver, gold, they sound so different. But it's so complex anyways! The money makers will not change it largely right away since it might make the coins worth more than the face. So there are just minuscule changes from there so that the reaction can be gauged.

{Horo sets one aside, striking the coin she still holds with another from the pile}

Still, they confuse themselves, it seems like. The true value of these coins is forgotten. Lucky Lawrence has my clever ears to gauge the value, but even then...Ofufufu...He owes me many apples for this!

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[wheat-wolf.livejournal.com]

Good! You are a smart one, I can tell that much.

{A pause, then,} You have lived in the past before, I suppose?

[contract_star]

Thanks.

[Nods.] Another long story.

[wheat-wolf.livejournal.com]

And I have the ears to listen if you should want to tell.

[contract_star]

[Long pause.]

Have I told you about Hell's Gate?

[wheat-wolf.livejournal.com]

You have not. {Teasingly,} Should I fetch myself ale before I hear this story?

[contract_star]

Maybe. You might need it.

The Gate is...we don't fully know what it is. It's a realm that appeared in Tokyo ten years ago, and when it appeared the stars and the moon all vanished. They were replaced with fake ones. And each new fake star represents a person in my world; a new sort of person. They're called Contractors; people with strange abilities and no conscience or soul. They're killers. Most people think they're completely emotionless, cold-blooded.

My sister was one of them. We were children, but Contractors aren't considered anything more than killers. I went with her when they took her away. I tried to look after her while we were in South America, during the war. But...things happened. There was a second Gate in South America, Heaven's Gate. Something happened and it disappeared, along with the entire continent...and along with my sister.

I spent the next five years trying to find her, but she'd been dead that whole time.

[wheat-wolf.livejournal.com]

{Horo chuckles humorlessly, shaking her head} Is that what humans shall do? Every time i hear these stories I must wonder if humans are truly the reasoning animal that they claim to be.

[contract_star]

I don't know if that's your future. It might not be.

[wheat-wolf.livejournal.com]

It may not, but that future far ahead I will likely not live to see. I am no goddess, so I will not live forever.

[contract_star]

[Smirks.] Although considering this place, who knows?

[wheat-wolf.livejournal.com]

Fufu, I should not like to live forever, though.

[contract_star]

No...don't think I would, either.

[wheat-wolf.livejournal.com]

I would think that most sane people would not, once they had thought of what that meant.

[contract_star]

Good point.