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by Blank Mage » Sun May 03, 2015 11:05 pm
A World Much Like Our Own
[Misha, have you ever heard of the Infinite Worlds theory?]
Misha catches the sign out of the corner of her eye, otherwise occupied trying to balance a pencil on one finger. Mutou left a few moments ago to fetch the transfer student we're getting today, and around us the classroom resumes whatever conversations they were doubtless having before class started.
[Huh? Aren't there a lot of worlds already, Shicchan?]
I give a dismissive wave. [It's not the same. Infinite Worlds theory is the idea that every possibility that can happen, does happen, in some other world. It's not somewhere you can travel to, because each one is it's own, sectioned off instance.]
She grimaces, struggling with the concept. [So, there isn't a world where anything could happen, but there's a world for every something I think of?]
I nod. [Provided it doesn't conflict with the laws of reality, I guess.]
Misha perks up, latching onto the idea enthusiastically. [Like a world where the only food is parfait!]
I give a disapproving glare. [You'd get sick of it. Anyway, I don't agree with it. I think every 'random' outcome is a result of calculable variables. Every effect has a cause, and those causes came from things before it. You can know how a coin lands if you understand perfectly the forces and counter forces at the moment you flipped it.]
Misha gives me a vacant stare before breaking into a smile. [You know I don't understand you when you use big words like that, Shicchan. But~ I think I like the idea. It means there's a world where everyone's happy!]
I only shrug. [Well, there's also one where no one is.]
Misha shoots me a glare that could only be called 'cute'. [Shicchan! You have to stop thinking so negatively! You'll make it true somewhere!] I don't think she gets it, but she does have a point, albeit accidentally. I wonder if our world only exists because someone, somewhere, imagined it into being. Ha, and what a jerk he must be, eh? Let's make an entire school of broken and/or dying kids, and see what happens. I turn my attention back to Misha, whose expression has turned melancholy in the blink of an eye.
[Is there a world where we haven't met, Shicchan?] It's a solemn thought from my chipper companion, and I can tell I'll have to act quickly to keep her from brooding on it.
[...Maybe. But I don't think so. Like I said, I think everything is a result of pre-established variables, whether we know them or not. Even our thoughts and actions. By that logic, we were always going to meet, no matter how many times you reset the scenario.]
Misha gives me a smile. [...yeah! Like our friendship is unavoidable! Like gravity, or stubbing your toe!]
[You can avoid that, Misha.]
Any further speculation is cut off as Mutou re-enters, dragging a miserable looking boy in his wake. He writes his name, 'Hisao Nakai', on the board, and Mutou launches into a lengthy speech about whatever before releasing him into the wild. Misha and I clap along with the class as he heads our way.
"You must be Mikado, right? It's nice to meet you."
I give an easy chuckle behind my fist. "It's nice to meet you, too, but my name is Shizune Hakamichi. This is Mikado."
Misha picks up on my introduction without sign, proudly placing her hands on her hips. [Tell him it's nice to meet him too~!]
I nod, and translate along as I explain to the new student. "She says it's nice to meet you. I could see why you're confused. Misha is deaf, so I'm the one who translates things back and forth to her."
Misha nods as I finish. [He's the new student, right?] I translate, and follow it up with a comment of my own. "Obviously, Misha. Unless some other transfer student was supposed to show up."
Misha gives an overacted, silent laugh. [I want there to be a world where we get a cute girl, instead~!]
I refrain from translating that last remark, switching over to sign-only. [Oh, honestly. If we all had the world we wanted, none of us would even be here in the first place.] I think for a moment. [Well, maybe you would.]
Misha just grins. [Then you would be too!] She gives a stretch of her own custom sign, her own 'laugh'.
I sigh heavily. "Sorry about that. I'm the class rep, so if there's anything you need, please ask me."
[Shicchan, Shicchan! Let's show him around after class! We might be able to get him into the Student Council!]
Last edited by
Blank Mage on Mon May 04, 2015 1:13 pm, edited 2 times in total.
And we're back.
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"I wish I could convey to you just how socially inept I am, but I can't."
"I think you just did."
"No, I really, truly haven't."