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CONTRAT DE NOT'RP !

- Langue : anglais
- Autre : l'adolescence c'est moche, mais encore plus si t'es Ryot

Some people are born with a guardian angel watching over them. No matter where they are and in what situation, they know they'll end up back on their feet with only added experience as a testament of their long and adventurous journey. Those people are legends. They are also definitely not Ryot. Fate was less kind with this young man — if young is what he may be called. When he got out of bed this morning, he was quite confident he had been 28 years old just the night before. That's twenty-eight. That's almost thirty. A man by all accounts. Yet the face that was looking back at him in the mirror told a different story. He still looked quite ugly (let's not kid ourselves), but he looked... younger. Younger, yet not renewed. Even at sixteen Ryot had been an awful sight. Whereas other kids his age boasted a peachy skin — except perhaps the few young boys whose chins started to grow fuzzy like kiwis — his was dry and rough. It hurt when he tried to smile. His jaw was not well-adjusted and his back problems had just started to set in. A growth spurt, his adoptive mother had told him. A bad night's rest, his adoptive father had said. His adoptive brother's theory had sounded far more logical : Ryot was an old man born into a youngster's body. Possession ! he had yelled one morning, confusing the young teenager. You are possessed by some wise old man ! Alas, Ryot was not wise, nor would he ever be. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. This morning's mystery had yet to be solved : why oh why was Ryot sixteen again ?

OR, he is going to kill him and steal all of--... nothing. He has nothing. No cigarettes, no bazooka, no knife, no nothing. Not that it'd make him twice about nodding and agreeing to the offer. Death by zombies or death by psychopath, it's all the same, really. I can ? Do you need someone pointing a gun at you and order you to do it maybe ? Thank you, that's really nice of you. Finally ! Praise the lord ! Some progress. He steps in, taking a quick glance inside.

It was indeed a fucking mess. But then again, who was he to judge ? Had it not been for his father - or Alisa, his place would have probably looked like that as well. He could feel his host wasn't that comfortable with it, though, so he smiled, trying to be reassuring. It's cozy. Some things were odd, though. The holo-TV, for starters, but also the lack of nailed planks against the windows. Maybe there were less zombies in this area ? Would make sense, there wasn't much around.

It is? Don't sound so surprised, Ryot. Or rather: don't sound so obvious about it. I guess it is. He pushed some stuff aside on his bed to make some room for Evans to sit. That is, until he realized nobody in their right mind would probably want to sit on his bed. Oh, um... There was a bench near one of the tiny windows. Stuck to the wall with a foldaway table. He rarely used it since he just ate on his bed. Here. He unfolded it and invited Evans to sit down with a hand gesture.

He'd have totally sat on the bed. If someone makes space for you to sit, whether it's on a bed or right down a dirty floor, you sit. At least he would. That's how he was raised. But he put his polite ass on the bench, as clearly that's really where he wanted him to sit and leaned on his elbows. I'd offer you something for your hospitality, but I... I don't know where all my things went. I'll scout around tomorrow, see if I can find something you could use or need. Food, weapons, meds.

Erm... I don't.. I mean... He vaguely points towards the window. I can just buy it. In stores. Again, the subject of their sudden teenage appearance still hasn't come up. Idiots tend to ignore the obvious, don't they?

Buy it ? In stores ? He arched his eyebrows, the idea that maybe they weren't living in the same world not quite catching the train of his thought yet but it was only a matter of time... right ? We're in a safe camp ? That would explain the unobstructed windows, the absence of weapons and the zombies he didn't see on his way here. Is it run by the military ?

No... the military doesn't come on this planet... Well, not often. There's too many err... well it's like a criminal haven, I guess. Corruption runs deep on Manooine. He's surprised the obviously-a-tourist hadn't heard of this before. It was a pretty well-known fact. Perhaps it was his first time off-planet ?

Planet ? Weird phrasing. Too weird to be ignored, right ? Right, Evans ? I mean, you can overlook the lack of zombies, the somewhat advanced technological stuff and EVEN the fact you're kind of a teenager again, but... planets ? We're talking sci-fi shit here. What planet are we on ? YES ! We're finally getting somewhere. I think. Although honestly, you could have looked a bit more shocked while asking that, but hey.

See. It's one of those guys who go on a binge and then wake up on another planet in their underwear with no memory of what they did last night, nor where they are right now. It's something Ryot knows all too well. He nods his head in quiet contemplation. The "I got you bro" level of understanding. "Been there, done that, made the T-shirt." We're on Manooine. What's your home planet ?

Earth ? He wasn't sure anymore. I mean, it had always been known as earth, but generally one wouldn't picture earth full of dead people still alive. Except in movies and video games, I guess. Also... But then we didn't have a planet named Manooine. Which would mean the dude was either lying or they were not even on the same timeline. Probably the latter. He didn't come off as a lying type of person. So, sci-fi shit, I'm telling you.

Never heard of Earth either. That's not totally surprising though. There are so many planets and even more galaxies. Ryot's only been to a handful of them. Enough to count on... two hands and a half. What is Earth like ?

Okay, forget timeline, they probably weren't of the same fucking universe. Not that it came off as a big surprise for mister adaptation-is-my-middle-name but it was quite the crazy situation, all things considered. The boy in front of him didn't seem much more alarmed, so he just casually kept on going. Everyone's dead. Well, as casual as it could be. But then the dead are alive. Sort of. They eat us. Good times.

Oh. Sounds rough. An awkward response for an awkward boy. It couldn't have been more fitting, really. Thankfully Evans seemed to be just as awkward considering his lack of responsiveness. Lots of people die here too. Ryot added, in a weird attempt to bond. But they stay dead mostly.

He slightly shrugged at the first comment, because what else can you do, huh ? Things happen. Not much anyone can do about it. Exactly. It wasn't even just Evans' nature speaking here, there was literally nothing no one could do against a zombie plague. What do they die of, the people here ? Interesting conversation you're having there, guys. But you do you. Bonding comes in many forms, who am I to judge ?

He shrugged as a reply. There were many things. Electrocution, murder, raids, alcohol poisoning, just regular poisoning, dehydration, asphyxiation. Plenty to go around. Still, he had to say something. Mostly backstabbing, I think. In the literal sense. And also the figurative sense.

Ah. He nodded, as if he'd immediately understood what was implied. So it's not really any safer here. So basically, humanity was doomed no matter the universe. Not that surprising, if you asked him. How do you go by ? You don't seem equipped to fight.

I don't have to. Most of the time. There is a reason he kept to himself. Ok, sure, mainly it wasn't by choice : he just didn't have any friends. Or family. Or anyone even remotely close to him. (Does Anarchi count ?). But there was also a reason : it made him safe.

And the rest of the time ? Because Evans knew that no matter the circumstances, things were bound to go wrong one way or another.

I guess I just... get out of dodge. He had never willingly hit someone. And when I say willingly, I mean willingly. His arm (we really should name that thing) had caused problems more than once, but it had never been intentional.

Evans wasn't the type to judge a person by their cover, so it didn't seem odd the stiff, slightly grotesque-looking guy in front of him wasn't a fighter. Sure, he kind of had that perpetual grumpy expression but the way he was behaving made him think "shy" rather than "aggressive". That's good. 

Yeah... Anything's better than getting into fights for sure. Fights just end up costing you a lot. If his arm broke, he had to find a bio-mechanic. If his face broke, a doctor. If he was broke, a job. Needless to say Ryot wasn't a millionaire and needed every single credit he could spare.

Well. Since there's actually no dead threat around, I think I'll be going. I wouldn't want to abuse of your hospitality. He smiled, getting up. He still had no idea where he was (on another planet, sure, but where exactly was this planet), or how he ended up going back in time (or his body, at least), but if he wasn't going to go out of his way to find answers or at least a way back home, he could at least look for something to smoke. And eat as well, maybe later. Priorities amirite?

You're... not... really... abusing it. I mean... it's not like he had any other plans. Maybe watch some holoTV or something. He had a small carry-on in his caravan. But that's not something he couldn't do without. But... He didn't really want to keep him here either. No.. nothing.