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[beyond was dead, and now he's not.

it's a perplexing position for anyone to find themselves in, of course, but even more so when there's something fundamental about that person that's gone missing - something that should be there, but isn't. beyond has found he is missing such a thing, and has decided to take advantage of the technology of this new place in order to work out his thoughts regarding this dilemma.]

"In the social jungle of human existence, there is no feeling of being alive without a sense of identity."

[his voice is quiet, raspy, almost unnaturally even in tone. he pauses, then picks up with one of many questions currently on his mind, addressing anyone within earshot.]

What shapes your sense of identity?

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I used to be. So I try not to take it for granted anymore.

Did you suffer from amnesia?

Yeah. For a few years. Very selective, though.

Do you believe in magic?

[beyond is from a world of concrete facts and logic, not magic.]

No. I don't. I have never seen any evidence to indicate that magic exists. Why?

Because if you want to hear more about identity from me, you're going to need to believe some things.

I can show you, if you want.

[it sounds preposterous - but what about the last few days hasn't seemed entirely impossible? beyond has long been trained to collect all available data and form a conclusion based on how those pieces fit together. there is no reason to refuse.]

All right, Cassel. What would you like to show me?

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Do you want to do this in person, or on the video? I've got time to kill either way.

Which do you think will be more effective?

That's a good question.

[He thinks about it for a second.]

In person, it's easier to tell that I'm not faking it.

Very well. Where would you like to meet?

Can you find your way up to the deck?

I'm sure I can manage.

Meet you there, then. I'll be the one in gloves.

[beyond takes a full fifteen minutes to make his way up to the deck, which is at least twice as long as necessary. it's not that he has hesitations about meeting cassel; it's just his way of being difficult and off-putting.

once he arrives, beyond quietly scans the deck for a person wearing gloves as described.]

[Cassel is, in fact, the only person on the deck wearing gloves. They're black and cover him from fingertips to wrists, and he wears them like a second skin. He is leaning easily against the railing when Beyond emerges from belowdecks, his head tilted up, watching the constellations fly past.]

[beyond shuffles his way over to cassel, hands shoved into the front pockets of his jeans, shoulders slouched forward, untidy black hair brushing forward over his eyes. this isn't his first time on deck; he doesn't look up at the stars rushing by, because frankly, he's had enough of feeling small and empty for a while.]

Cassel Sharpe, I presume.

[When Beyond approaches, something about Cassel's body language gets sharper, the full-body equivalent of a cat cocking its ears; when he addresses him, Cassel looks up with a crooked little smile of welcome. He doesn't hold out his hand to shake. Instead, he cracks his knuckles sharply, a gesture that might be threatening on someone with a different kind of smile.]

Beyond. Are you ready to learn?

[Because he gets the feeling this guy doesn't want anything to do with small talk.]

[beyond gives him a slow nod, unblinking stare fixed firmly to take in every detail.]

I'm ready.

Good. Me too.

[So saying, Cassel removes one glove, then the other, folding them neatly one on top of the other and laying them on the guardrail. He doesn't technically need to take them both off - the barest hint of skin will do - but it's partially about showmanship (in this case as in all cases), and he wants to make this as flashy a show as possible.]

[He draws something small out of his pocket - a quarter of a pie tin, well-cleaned and cut neatly with scissors. He brought it up for this express purpose; lately he's always got a scrap of something on him, though, for occasions like these.]

[Laying the pie tin flat on both open palms, he looks up at Beyond, his grin widening, all something-wicked, don't-look-away-now. Then he closes his eyes and focuses.]

[For a moment it doesn't look like anything is happening. Just a boy holding a piece of metal. But then, all of a sudden, the metal begins to change, mutate, as though it's made of sentient mercury. It gains mass, too, shifting and rising into something heavier and more solid. Limbs extend, a head, a tail. The last thing that changes is the material: no longer tin, the heaving thing becomes ceramic, all-white, and settles.]

[What he's made is unsettling - deliberately so - but very, very solid.]

[He holds it out to Beyond with an appraising look.]

Not my best.

[beyond watches closely, silent, his eyes growing slowly wider at the spectacle before him. by the time cassel finishes, beyond is nibbling at the tip of his thumb, an expression of slight puzzlement taking over where flatness had been previously fixed in place. his eyes flick up from the object in cassel's hand to the boy.]

May I? [he removes his thumb from his teeth, hand half extended out to take the piece of ceramic, inspect it for himself.]

[The change in expression - the ability to get Beyond to look anything other than blank - is a victory, in Cassel's opinion. He holds it out a little further, nodding.]

Go for it.

[beyond grasps the ceramic object delicately between the tips of two fingers and his thumb, bringing it back to sit in his palm for a moment before being turned over, scrutinized from every angle. beyond sauints as he analyzes the figurine, taking in the tiny details. he cocks his head back up to return his attention to the boy in front of him.]

And this was not mere sleight of hand?

[Cassel is silent while this investigation is undergoing. He understands the need to examine the evidence from every angle. He understands suspicion. He understands distrust, and he's willing to move as slowly as he needs to in order to prove that he's telling the truth.]

It wasn't. You saw it change. No smoke and mirrors, no tricks.

[beyond has never seen magic before - he doesn't count his otherworldly vision as magic, it's just a thing that exists, a part of him, or was, until he woke up here.

but the simplest explanation for a thing is usually correct. beyond was dead, and now he's not. if a life beyond death exists, perhaps so does magic.]

How are you able to do this? [he holds the ceramic figure out for cassel to take back, inspection complete.]

[He takes the figurine in his hand and puts it carefully in his pocket, to show Anya later, maybe, or to turn into something else. Everything is fodder for something else.]

I've been able to do it since before I can remember.

[A pause, here, as he tries to figure out how to say the next thing.]

Do you remember what I said about amnesia?

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