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[nichocolatine]

[ the video begins with badou wearing one of his usual tees, carefully setting his phone down so the camera angle can spot him sitting on his living room floor surrounded by an array of dresses. affixed to his wrist is a little cloth pumpkin, stuck full of needles and pins. he's without his usual cigarette, instead sucking on a lollipop that stains his lips bright red. last time he made a post on the network his neck was bruised and bandaged — this time it's the same thing, but the bruise is angrier, spreading across his neck and shoulder, disappearing under a bandage and gauze that looks about ready to get changed in an hour or two. ]

Evenin'.

[ he picks up the skirt of one of the dresses, flipping it inside-out to access the pocket he'd been working on attaching. ]

So I'm sittin' here, mendin' dresses — as you do — and I nicked myself pretty good and I'm thinkin', well, shit, that's another one I gotta wait on, y'know?

[ he lifts a forefinger, displaying a bandage that looks an awful like like dora the explorer, and wiggles it in the direction of the camera. ]

It got me thinkin'—

How many of us here are just regular ol' humans? Or whatever. I'm talkin' no magic, no special augmentations, no fancy shamcy abilities that got you doin' better than the average guy.

[ he pauses to finish off a stitch, making a knot with his thread and cutting the excess with his teeth. ]

See, where I'm from, that ain't the norm. But that doesn't seem to be the case around here.

[ oh, one more thing— ]

And if you are one of the special ones, go ahead and tell us what you can do. Why not, right? What else do any of us got to hide at this point?

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[willtheunwise]

[ Okay since Badou is on video wounded and it’s not sending one to the person who gave him it… Will switches his video on. There’s a lovely green and yellow bruise across his left cheekbone. ]

The vast majority of people where I’m from don’t have powers and the small handful who do are government secrets. I don’t have powers and I can’t fight so I feel like kind of an outlier here.

[nichocolatine]

[ badou squints at the image on his screen. it's not uncommon for him to see a kid sporting scars of an unfortunate time, but that doesn't always make it any easier to swallow. ]

Yeah there's a lot more to survivin' here than just beatin' the next guy out to the best slice of bread. Fortunately, nothin' seems permanent. [ except for all the things that matter, he guesses. ]