Void Rift (rp) - Intermission

"I'm Thirteen,"
I gesture to myself, turning around.
"That's... I'm not even sure what he goes by anymore."
I point to the Dragon.
"And the one next to you is Ihra."

 

"You are in our dimension. You are no longer in The Hive Homeworld or in the void. Me? Oh, hahahah, yes, my name! Uhm..." It seems I'm getting nervous. "Who cares about my name!" I blurt out.

 

"I do."
I say.
"I want to call you something other than 'him', or 'Flower'."

 

I glare at you. "Too bad."

 

"Alright, Too Bad. I guess that works as a name."
I take your words completely in the wrong way.

 

"I am..."
"uh..."
"I... I don't remember."
"Neither do I. Heheh... They even took our identity."
The pair embrace.
"Yet we still have each other."

"Strange, maybe we'll have to look around... Can you not remember your name either?"

 

I check for anything that might indicate their genders, before eyeing them suspiciously.

 

"Oh no, I perfectly remember my name! It's just that...who cares about my name! Hahahah!" I force a laugh.

"Wha-"

 

"Too Bad. That's what you suggested for me to call you, isn't it? Just now. Or am I hearing different things?"

 

Their scales seem to be returning to color. They're both red, causing Ihra to step back a bit.

The only difference you can tell is that one's horns bend at angles and the other curves. The only comparison you have are Ihra and Ragnyon who you know to both be female and both have curved horns.

"You're a strange case." The two say, sitting across from each other.
"I would think your companions should know your name. I don't see the harm in it."
"I would think we'd remember ours."
"Maybe they'd give us some?"
"I don't know, but it's better than anything I can think of."

 

"This is ridiculous."

I lean in closer to them, and whisper, "'Trust no one' is my motto."

 

"Maia and Simon?"
I suggest.
"Yes, it's from something, and no, I'm not telling you what. It'll be too weird if I have to explain it."

 

"NEVER! I WILL NOT ALLOW MUNDANE NAMES AS SUCH" I roar.

 

"Fine. Then you name them. But I'm not sure they like you, now that you've screamed in their ears."

 

"Hey, I stepped back!" I say, motioning to the clear space between me and them that is about two inches.

 

They look at you awkwardly.
"Screaming next to us is annoying, but considering we're this far off the mark from where we were, we'll forgive it."
"Those living by another's hands can't bite, I suppose."

 

"But they can beg, whether the attention is given or not."
I add, putting a spin on the saying.

 

"Very well. Might I propose the names of 'Vulnerati' and 'Est'?
OOC: Latin for Wounded and Broken, eh eh?

 

You seem to strike a memory with the female.
"Vulnerati... maybe... maybe my name is Lera. That... that sounds familiar. Lera. My name is Lera."
"Est is a bit short. Might I ask for another name?"

"True, but I'd rather not humiliate my family... if any of them... still... live..."
Lera trails off, depressed by the thought.

 

"That's a feature with a lot of us here. I think, at least. It's... hard to go through, but..."
I trail off, thinking.
I don't much care about the group of scientists and engineers, but I maybe would've liked to see them for more than 48 hours.