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[Zinc is sitting before one of the large windows in her home, feet dangling from the upper mezzanine, looking out at the snow. The pale lighting makes her ashen skin all the more pallid. She is singing to herself quietly, it isn't a particularly pleasant sound, voice dry and cracked, ragged and out of tune. The vine is happy to translate what she is saying, and will probably have to do so,]

Tu brises mon coeur...

[She murmurs the little song to herself absentmindely, but gives up somewhere in the middle, lowering her chin to the railing across the edge, staring blankly out the window. Eventually, she gets around to saying something of her own, and even then there's no one else there for her to be speaking to. Does she even know the vine is there? She's not looked at it once, so far.]

Même si vous ne pouvez pas m'entendre. Il fait froid et tu me manques, salaud.

[[ooc; hover for those translations.]]

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[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

[No one else in the Gardens speaks any language Kuja knows, though she is familiar with all the languages of Terra and Gaia. French doesn't stand out to her in the least, automatically translated like any other tongue.]

Why waste your songs or sentiment on one who deserves neither?

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[jemerite]

[Eep. Zinc startles from her mope, glancing over her shoulder where she sees the mirror. She looks slightly ashamed of herself, mostly because she usually manages to put on a brave face in front of Kuja.]

I don't know. He won't even notice I am away.

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[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

True enough. This is all a dream, in which minutes stretch for months.

You should occupy your mind with other things. What purpose does this serve? He isn't worth a moment of your time. [As far as Kuja's concerned, he should be destroyed.]

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[jemerite]

[He wasn't worth it, but she'd given several years worth to him all the same.]

I wish... he would be happy, for me.

[Maybe that was stupid, to predicate her own happiness on his recognition of it.]

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[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

It's unlikely, isn't it?

Why should his happiness matter to you? After what he's done.

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[jemerite]

No... he is very fussy.

[Much like a certain squawking dragon-tamer...]

But I owe him, ev-- [She was about to say everything, but she cuts off, nose wrinkling.] Many. Things. I would like if he was.... proud, of the results...

[This sounds stupider the longer she talks and she actually lowers her face into her hands briefly.]

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[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

[Someone being fussy is something that Kuja could take someone to task for, in spite of the hypocrisy that this would entail, but she is more interested in Zinc's second comment.

The one who had given her life had always despised her, had thrown her away like a broken doll.]

What is it you "owe" him, precisely?

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[fionna-time.livejournal.com]

"On a quest...for magic dirt...to make an awesome treehouse..."

Yes, Fionna was making this a song. After her encounter with Marceline and Princess Bubblegum, she was still searching fr a place to call her home. She hadn't found it yet but what the hay? She was an adventurer, she would think of something.

And the vines suddenly start to show something new: a woman, singing about stuff. Music was always something that caught Fionna's ear: how could it not, really, in the land of Ooo?

"Hey. That's pretty. What are you singing about?"

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[jemerite]

[Zinc hesitates, she knew she... didn't sing very well. Zombies weren't really known for their music.]

...loving someone too [she pauses, trying to think of the word] free-spirited, to love back.

[She pauses again, a strange look crossing her face. Free-spirited. She's sure the man in question would have rolled his eyes at her if he heard her describe him like that.]

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[fionna-time.livejournal.com]

[Fionna looked lost in thought. Love. Maybe she was too young for that? After all, she had only gotten over her crush, right?]

How free spirited? I think I might know someone like that.

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[jemerite]

[It was... Zinc's first love, her only love, and she didn't know how to make it better.]

He... loves his art, more than anything.

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[fionna-time.livejournal.com]

[Fionna had to think of a reply to this. She was fairly aware she knew little to nothing about love, whether art OR people, save for her crush on Gumball and her love for her foster sister and all around companion Cake.]

What kind of art?

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[jemerite]

[Oh. Uhm. Zinc pauses. That was actually a really awkward question to answer... 'I am.' or 'The dead.' were not going to go over very well...]

He likes figures, people.

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[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

Stop.

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[jemerite]

[Yes ma'am. Zinc gives the mirror an uncertain look.]

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[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

Most people try to make sure they know how to sing before they do it in public.

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[Zinc makes a slight face, lip curling.]

Why should I care?

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[heretolookhot.livejournal.com]

Because it's offensive.

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So delicate.

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[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

[That doesn't sound very happy, miss.]

... Pinoko thinksh she jusht heard shomething she probably wasn't shupposhed to.

Shtupid Vine.

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[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

It's hard, isn't it?

Having to be apart from the one you love.

It's painful, too, when even when you're shide by shide, but it feels like you're worlds apart.

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[jemerite]

[Zinc looks up quietly. Out of everyone she's spoken to, in all her time here, it's really only Pinoko who has offered any understanding of her painful home. She always felt worlds away from Barbet. He was a living man, with a future, and he had made a mistake by shackling himself to her. She was a dead woman, she could never really be anything but envious of him.]

He pretends, not to understand.

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[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

Pinoko knows the type. [A small, sad smile.]

To shpare your feelings, right? But, it shtill hurts.

At leasht, that's the way it was for Pinoko.

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[jemerite]

[It was to spare her feelings. He pretended nothing had changed, that he still viewed her as a human, but there was no way for that to be true. Not when she relied on him so heavily. Zinc looks down quietly, frowning and considering something before she murmurs,]

It's... like we're plants, strangling each other.

[Slowly intertwining until there was no way for them to part, even though they made each other incomparably miserable. It was incredibly painful, as Pinoko said... to have him so far under her skin and still feel like a ghost.]

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[tomboyishcandy.livejournal.com]

[At first, Pinoko was confused. Plants? What an odd thing to say!

But, she stopped for a moment to think about what it meant (a metaphor?). When she thought of what grew in gardens, she understood. Plants drawn tightly together out of necessity, each having no choice but to to trap and squeeze the life from the other, for the sake of survival.]

Pinoko thinksh she's the only one who's ever been a burden.

Doc doesn't need anyone, not really.

Pinoko tries to be as useful as she can be to Doc, but... no matter how good a cook or how shkilled a nurse Pinoko is... Pinoko shtill depends on Doc in sho many ways.