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[ Sometime Monday afternoon, a voice pops up on the network to ask a single question. The voice is low and gravelly, and it's relatively toneless, though if one listens closely, there's a faint edge. Anyone who knows Vincent well can probably tell he's not happy, but to others, he's more or less monotonous. ]

Who here has a lab... and where... can I find it?

[ There are words he wishes to have with a certain doctor... ]

action

[ Otherwise, Vincent spends a lot of time lurking and simply watching people during the week - sometimes outright avoiding them but others just... observing. He's starting to gain a few familiar haunts, even if he has yet to claim a room as his own.

Most mornings he begins at the beach, sitting on the pier and watching the sunrise while he smokes a cigarette or two. If any early risers happen to comment on his smoking habit, they will be promptly given a flat look and then ignored. His lungs can take it, and it's soothing as much for the ritualistic movements as the nicotine. Old habits die hard.

Later on in the day, he can be found exploring the forest. He doesn't go too far in, having heard the warnings, and he finds it strange that nothing lives there besides the trees, but that doesn't stop him from investigating. He moves very quietly, and if anyone happens to join him in the forest, they're liable to get stalked... Don't be surprised to find him lurking in the trees, sometimes hopping between them. The strange thing, though, is when he leaps, there's something almost smokey about him, with his cape swirling around him. It's almost like he's flying a little... maybe he is.

But much of the time, when he actually is in the mansion, he can usually be found in one of three places:

The library - where he lurks in dark corners, reading assorted books - or Dean's Bar - where he lurks in a dark corner or at the bar and nurses a variety of drinks - or the tea rooms where he.... ignores the tea and drinks coffee instead. But they're normally quiet, secluded rooms, and he likes that.

(But really, feel free to bother him just about anywhere! At least he's not threatening people with his gun anymore...) ]

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[ Vincent glances down at his drink and then up at her hand before finally following her arm up to her face. He shrugs. ]

A little...

Here, slide your glass on over, I'll get you a refill.

[She smiles brightly, shifting the glasses on her tray to make room.]

You're pretty new, aren't you?

Thank you.

[ He does as bid and watches her because, well... there's not much else to do. And then he makes an affirmative grunt in response to her question. ]

Hn. ... you're not?

[ He can guess that because she is running a bar at ease, and he doesn't think someone who was brand new would be quite so relaxed about it. ]

[She waits to answer him until she's returned from a quick trip to the bar, leaving the tray behind as she brings him a fresh glass of bourbon, setting down gingerly in front of him.]

Been here about a month and a half. Long enough to settle in.

[Not to mention heal up. She'd had a fair amount of mending to do when she'd first turned up.]

[ He nods and picks up the glass, taking a sip. He sets it down again and clicks his claws against the side. ]

... you like it here?

[She nods, though there's a brief moment of hesitation beforehand.]

Yeah, I do. Beats home, at least the way I left it.

[ He lifts his eyebrows a bit. ]

... bit of a disaster?

[She smiles again, though it's a little thinner this time.]

Let's just say that if I hadn't been brought here, I would have died tragically young.

Ah.

[ He lifts his glass to her, a faint thin smile of his own twitching the corner of his lips. ]

To second lives, then.

[She tilts her head towards his glass in lieu of not having one of her own.]

To second lives.

What about you? Do you like it here?

Hm... it's growing on me.

[ It's both relaxing and strange... and aside from the experimentations that last weekend, he's been comfortable here, even if he has yet to claim a room as his own. ]

[She nods a little, deeming that an acceptable answer.]

There are worse places to be.

What's it like where you're from? If you don't mind my asking.

[She'd always loved listening to stories from the road when hunters came through the roadhouse back home. She was older now, but that much hadn't changed.]

[ He nods in response to her first comment. He can think of at least five right off the bat, but he shrugs at her question. ]

... my home town or my home world at large...?

[ It's a pretty broad question, after all... ]

Why not start with the world at large?

[Manageable enough, isn't it? She slides into the seat opposite him without invitation. You wanted company, right, Vincent? Besides, the place is damn near empty. It's not like she's ignoring customers.]

[ ... he didn't really, but he's not going to object too strenuously. She did fill up his glass, after all. ]

Hm... beautiful... and full of monsters.

[ He pauses to take a sip as he ponders how to best summarize the planet. As he does so, he eyes this girl and wonders what world she is from - is it like that which he saw in the Iron Man films? Or is it someplace else? What would be different about his world compared to hers? ]

... are you from Earth?

[ Eventually he settles on simply asking her this, as it is the quickest way to verify if it's a world he's been learning about through the library and so forth or not. ]

[Beautiful and full of monsters. She smiles a little, wryly.]

Sounds a hell of a lot like home.

[Except not everyone was aware of just how many monsters there were. That was okay. It wasn't the general public's job to worry. It was hers. Mom's. Everyone at the roadhouse, when it had still been standing. All those 'uncles' that had come and gone when she was little, some of them heroes like her dad had been, some of them with armor that was a little less shining. But they all had the job in common. It counted for a lot.]

Yeah, Earth. Feels weird saying so, since I've never really had to specify to anyone before, but that's it. That's home.

[ He nods and wonders just what sort of monters live on Earth. Are they like Nibel Wolves and Malboros? Or are they subtler, like Meg? ]

... we generally call our home Gaia...

I believe it is less densely populated than Earth in terms of humans, but the technology level and human society itself is... comparable in many ways, from what I have gathered... However... I do not believe Earth possesses the same... spiritual structure...

[Ha ha, like Meg. Funny.]

Spiritual structure?

[She leans forward slightly, resting an arm against the table.]

What do you mean?

[ He takes a sip of his drink, swirling the glass a little as he ponders how to best answer that. ]

... all living things possess an energy unique to life... souls, if you will... when things are born in our world... they receive this... spiritual energy from the planet... and when they die, this energy returns to it, increased by the memories and experience it carries with it... And throughout the planet runs a great river of this energy. It is the planet's lifeblood, and we call it the Lifestream. ... from what I have read and seen in films so far... Earth does not seem to possess this... at least... not in the same form...

If we do have anything like that, I've never heard of it.

[She shifts to rest her chin in her hand, considering.]

So the Lifestream kinda takes the place of our afterlife, from the sounds of it.

[Not that she knows what that might have meant back home, anymore. Heaven or Hell, but she'd heard very little about either, despite knowing people who had visited both. Just wasn't the kind of thing that came up in polite conversation. For now, Wonderland was her afterlife.

Yep. Still felt weird to say.]

Do people ever think of it as being some kind of reincarnation?

[ He shrugs. ]

... some do... but reincarnation is not... truly what it is.

It is only the energy that is recycled... not the memories. Not the person. [ He takes another sip. ]

Sometimes the lifestream can be seen in a liquid form, pooling on the surface or in deep caverns.... We call that Mako... it can be utilized for ... various things.

[ He continues on mostly just to illustrate more of the differences.. ]

[She nods as he continues, making herself a bit more comfortable on her side of the booth.]

So what's it used for?

[Sounds almost like people drilling for oil, except. You know. Spiritual.]

[ Funny she should think that... ]

In crystalized form, it can be used to channel magic... it can also be refined and used to generate electricity...

But that... is not without its drawbacks.

Most things have a price. Electricity is costly where I'm from, too, and I don't just mean money.

[She's no environmental activist, but she's very aware of the resources that go into powering the modern world.]

[ He nods, imagining correctly that her world uses something like coal or oil. It's funny to him that the sorts of dirtier things like this are what he remembers being used here and there when he was pretty young. But then Mako had come, and it had seemed so much cleaner and brighter and better, and now? Now they were coming full circle. He's curious to see what's yet to come.. ]

And yet money is so often the deciding factor...

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Universal law, also oh my god cat icon.

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