[i]Rigel holds up the slip to Cateye, then slips it in his pocket.[/i]
"This is a bad idea, Rigel."
"It'll be fun! I've never been on a spaceship!"
"You have, day 312. We went to... whatever. I'll tell you later."
[i]Rigel heads towards the spaceship, idly chatting with Cateye.[/i]
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A large door opens up, and a man wearing a cloak looks down. You can’t quite make out his body, but his face is pretty badly scarred, but his eyes constantly shift colors. His hair seems to be a sand like color. “Welcome! You’re one of the first to arrive!”
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"Thanks! It's nice to be here, I think." "Sure. What is... all of this? Just wondering." [i]Rigel tries to lean around him and peer into the ship.[/i]
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The man grins, missing some teeth. “No time, no time! We have many things to see, and I have many places to show you!” He turns around and starts to walk inside.
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"Trap." "Shush." [i]Rigel follows, and Cateye begins to pan around, watching.[/i]
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The hallway they walk down is pristine, and every step echoes due to its size. “So, what exactly are you, friend?”
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"Good question. Cateye here says I'm a star." "Stop telling everyone that, please." "Whatever! I'm bright, and toasty! Star!"
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“Hm…star.” He motions for a drone, and whispers to it, before it zooms off, far ahead of them. “What brought you to this….unique planet, Star-Boy?”
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"Dunno. I just woke up here." "Thank heavens, you keep your mouth shut."
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“…hm.” He keeps walking. “Do you know if your homeworld?”
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"Stars don't have homeworlds, right? I guess my nebula? I don't know, though."
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“Huh…well, there’s weirder creatures with home worlds.”
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"Yeah, I'll bet. So, what is this place? Your house?"
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He shrugs. “House. Lab. Transport. It’s big enough to be a hotel.”
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"So... hm." "No. You cannot stay with him." "Come on, there's room!"
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The man smiles slightly. “Don’t worry, you can stay! I’ll show you around!”
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"He's not staying here." "Grump." "You can't insult me, Rigel."
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“…why can’t he?” The man asks. “I’ll feed him, give him shelter, and keep him safe.”
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"..." "Like... a pet?" "No. We're leaving."
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He shakes his head. “No, no, nothing like a pet! I just provide for those who live in my care!”
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“No. Rigel, other way. We’re out.” [i]Rigel turns to leave, and looks over his shoulder back at him, brand blank.[/i] “You sure? He just seems protective. We could use that.” “He could be working with them.”
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“…them?” He sounds confused then jumps. “Ah! You’re being hunted! This ship could keep you safe. Little star!”
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“It could!” “No. We’re fine on our own.”
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“..are you sure? These people sound dangerous!”
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“We’ve made it this far.” “By hiding, Cateye!”
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“Mhm! You don’t need to hide here! Heck, some would say you could even put yourself on display, all the time!”