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[wecanavenge]

[The video clicks on, showing an uncertain eye and not much else, because the video is held much too close. The camera flips and jostles a few times, before it's held back enough to see a young boy. He looks much younger than he really is, rake thin in a very unhealthy way, but still more than skin and bones. He's pale, and he's scared. When he speaks, it's all in German; which, usefully, is the only language he knows.] H-hallo? [Tosh has already assured him that Herr Doktor is not around and there won't be any tests of any kind today but...he isn't entirely convinced and is more than a little nervous to direct more attention to himself. So he's hesitant, but tentatively giving into some curiosity?] Is this one of the SS buildings? [He pans the camera around the room quickly; partially visible, as he tries to gesture with his other hand, is the silver helmet he holds.] I have never been here before. [And he heads to a couch, looking uncomfortable, but...maybe a little pleased. This is more comfort than he's known in - well, ever. He manages a little smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, and falters at the edges.] It's very nice. Thank you for letting me stay here. [His attention drops back to the helmet, now in his lap, and he holds it up for the camera after a moment - the look on his face says he probably shouldn't play with it and he's sorry, but he's drawn to it nonetheless.] Does this belong to someone? (OOC: And tags will come from einzweidrei because I'm a bad person. :c Blanket content warning, again, for possibly in depth discussion of the Holocaust.]

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[stripedpajamas]

[Charles switches back to English, because speaking in terrible, recently learned German takes effort and he can still translate for Erik anyway.]

We've already had food. What's that on your arms?

[truth_is_cold]

They're called boneblades. [And he's a little hesitant for once, because he hides how they come out 90% of the time. It's not something that Nietzscheans usually show, because other races are a little put off by it.

But he removes his leather coat, undoes an arm wrap, and holds up his arm to show how the bones come out of his arm. He even moves them a little.

See, you're not alone. Though he's quick to replace the wraps.]

[einzweidrei]

[They were a little frightening at first, and Erik really isn't sure what to make of that - but after a moment, it settles. They aren't the only ones. There are others like them, adults, people strong enough to teach them, maybe.]

Warum halten sie verpackt?

[truth_is_cold]

It keeps them stable, mostly. Decoration, slightly.

Is there a woman named Toshiko there with you?

[stripedpajamas]

No, but she talked to Erik. Were you born with those? [One track mind. :V]

[truth_is_cold]

In a way. There are more that have them where I come from. They come in like baby teeth.

[einzweidrei]

[And Erik is just turning to look at Charles with eyes wide because asdfjskhndf another one ANOTHER ONE.]

[stripedpajamas]

[And there are MORE and Charles wants to meet all of them, right now. He turns to stare back at Erik and the excitement's probably bleeding off him in waves before looking back at Rhade.]

Where do you come from?