I only signed up to make sure they guarantee my trips home. I happened on you by freak chance. So they won't know if I let you do whatever you're doing or if I help you.
[He thinks about what to say and opts for honesty.]
I think it's good they want to do good, I really do. I like that they're asking us to save people and I'll follow their rules if I don't have much choice. But before I fell into this world, I was in another future world for close to a year. One that took me from my home. They told me I was better off for it because my world was so primitive.
[He edges just slightly around the weird vent thing. His appearance is...striking. There is something distinctly un-modern about his features. They're impossible to place ethnically because the kind of person he is doesn't exist anymore, long since evolved into many other peoples. His skin is a lot more weathered for his age from sun and wind and sand. Some kind of stained designs are on a visible bicep, primitive-looking tiger stripes. Even despite his more modern clothes, leather wraps are on his wrists. He's still rocking the Bam Bam ponytail look, his course hair finally allowed to fall into disarray now that Capitol stylists aren't heckling him day in and day out.]
[Then there's the bracelet on one wrist, made of a lattice of leather strips wound around a piece of flint with two primitive figures smeared there, like ones from a cave wall. One that's clearly meant to be him based on the hair. The other is clearly a cavegirl with massive hair in a fan around her head. There is no other explanation. It's a cave drawing. Symbols as people.]
They were so civilized to me there. And to the other people from other worlds they kidnapped. And to the people from their own world they saw as less than themselves.
People that do the kinds of things they do don't change. They don't get better. [He repeats again.] So why are you here? Are you one of the people who's doing something awful or one of the ones trying to stop them?
[He honestly can't tell. The mask thing could be a hero (ish) thing. Or someone causing harm.]
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[He thinks about what to say and opts for honesty.]
I think it's good they want to do good, I really do. I like that they're asking us to save people and I'll follow their rules if I don't have much choice. But before I fell into this world, I was in another future world for close to a year. One that took me from my home. They told me I was better off for it because my world was so primitive.
[He edges just slightly around the weird vent thing. His appearance is...striking. There is something distinctly un-modern about his features. They're impossible to place ethnically because the kind of person he is doesn't exist anymore, long since evolved into many other peoples. His skin is a lot more weathered for his age from sun and wind and sand. Some kind of stained designs are on a visible bicep, primitive-looking tiger stripes. Even despite his more modern clothes, leather wraps are on his wrists. He's still rocking the Bam Bam ponytail look, his course hair finally allowed to fall into disarray now that Capitol stylists aren't heckling him day in and day out.]
[Then there's the bracelet on one wrist, made of a lattice of leather strips wound around a piece of flint with two primitive figures smeared there, like ones from a cave wall. One that's clearly meant to be him based on the hair. The other is clearly a cavegirl with massive hair in a fan around her head. There is no other explanation. It's a cave drawing. Symbols as people.]
They were so civilized to me there. And to the other people from other worlds they kidnapped. And to the people from their own world they saw as less than themselves.
People that do the kinds of things they do don't change. They don't get better. [He repeats again.] So why are you here? Are you one of the people who's doing something awful or one of the ones trying to stop them?
[He honestly can't tell. The mask thing could be a hero (ish) thing. Or someone causing harm.]