maybe unsurprisingly, she is a big fan of the lavender flowers. she looks a little delighted at first, despite everything that's happened this weekend. she stops to crouch and touch them, and then - sees metis. right, right. she stands back up, and wanders her way over to the log to sit down next to them.
their poor arm gets a look.]
Metis. [...] I thought you said you were going to get your arm tuned up.
[ lost under week 0.... gone to the past... and nothing is wrong with this room ok. it's just a normal purple forest(?)
They are quiet as they observe her, watching the interaction with the flowers, but once she makes her way over they slightly turn to face more properly. Their head remains raised, not looking to their arm. ]
...'Tis a bit more complicated to do so, I am afraid. [ ... ] You see, it extends a bit further than just my arm, which means the procedure to do so could easily take half a day. Time I can hardly afford right now when there are those who need the MedBay so much more than I.
[ Until everyone else has made use of the pods, then they can probably take time for a check-up. Maybe. ]
throné is concerned, though. she looks their arm, and then at them again - at their hood.]
... Do you mean to tell me it's something that progresses? [the way all of her friends have some sort of incurable disease] You implied that it was just your arm. That it was... mechanical, in some way.
[or at least, that's what she'd thought - she isn't so good at the tech stuff, so she'd just accepted that it was a mechanical arm and went on with her day, but now...
and then, before they can even say anything else even though she just asked them a question:]
Their head dips, then raises a little and it feels as if they're staring at her from under the hood. Quietly, they reply. ]
...In a sense. The wetware provides more of a security over parts of myself than an actual proper replacement. [ It's fine, there's no disease. That would be such unfortunate coincidences if that were the case. They nod a little, as if well... technically but
you know, she speaks again right before they can get another word out. Sorry, they laugh a little at that. ]
they laugh, and she wrinkles her nose, but she isn't really all that mad. it's just concern.]
You don't need to apologize. You need to prioritize yourself. [be!! selfish!!] ... I don't want to hear you offer yourself up for a vote again. Especially not after today.
You are necessary to this ship's progression, but past that, Metis, you are a person. You are alive. Take advantage of it.
I am afraid that is a rather difficult thing for me to do.
[ Prioritize themselves. For a moment, they grow quiet. And, gingerly, they bring their left hand near one of her own, a light gentle nudge of their fingers against it. Allowing her space, though wishing to offer a comforting touch. After today... ]
..You have a certain way with words as well, are you aware? [ Without their helm, the voice is clear, soft and warm. ] I will keep that in mind. However, you know, there is no harming in voting one of us to the brig. ..Though, were that to happen, I would be more concerned about the one allowed the freedom to roam about after.
[ The idea of someone who had just killed, being able to continue to roam the ship. Likely to attack again? It spells doom. ]
[she jumps just a little bit when they nudge, but. after a moment, she shifts her hand and turns it palm up. they can take it if they want.]
... I say things as I see them. [she says, after a moment, and then:] A killer left free to roam or not, there is harm in that. Two people have died after being put in the brig. I am not optimistic enough to think there won't be a third time.
Whoever ends up there must... must be someone who... [she starts, and then stops.] It must be someone who is overcome by that violent urge.
[ An invitation for paw? Their head tilts, curious, but very gently they will take her hand. As her words continue, they nod along, listening intently. ]
A danger to themselves and or others. If we could find the source, or some means to avoid someone to be pushed to that insatiable violence.. [ Their words quiet to a pondering mumble, before they lift their head again. ]
Per my discussions with someone regarding Scien's case, and what we witnessed today and yesterday, I have to wonder how it goes about choosing who is overcome by these violent urges.
[ Their hand gently squeezes hers, but only lightly, keeping the hold loose on the chance she decides against it. ]
Were it that, there should be some signs of it through diagnosis. Mayhap we can get a closer look... [ More pondering, though those next set of words have them quiet. They lean a little to press their shoulders together briefly. An offer. ]
...I wish I could say it will not. That such a fate will not befall you, nor those dear to you, but... I pray that it does not happen.
A poor habit of mine one would say. Stubbornly optimistic and hopeful in the face of everything. [ A quiet hum. ] ..'Tis true I am without some rather important memories, but I do remember a few things now and again as of late. Things I have forgotten before. So I think with a bit searching, digging, it is possible to find some kind of lead.
[ Their voice quietens, frowning. ]
It is more likely to happen again than not. And... it pains me that it could be you, it could even possibly be myself, or any one of those we know and care for. [ ... ] Were that I could promise you otherwise.
... Someone has to be the optimistic one. [her fingers tighten a little around their hand.] I don't expect a promise. I know that's impossible. I've long since expected any outcomes to be positive.
But you can take better care of yourself. Don't put yourself intentionally in harm's way.
If that befalls upon me, I do not mind being the one. [ To keep that optimism. ] ...I will try.
[ Hard to promise that but, they do genuinely mean they'll try. ]
Only simple minor things so far, I am afraid. That I no longer walk around with my staff, for one. Which is strange - considering I have always had it on hand even during the start of my tour. I'm not too sure why I stopped. It must be in my quarters somewhere...
I am capable of wielding magic, though not at this very moment. We only have what aids us in getting around the ship with our Senior Crew credentials. [ The black void teleporting around. ]
That's right. A built in function simply to allow those with abilities available of them to not go about causing too much destruction on board the ship. Not that I would have been able to make use of my own magic, its requirements are rather specific.
[ A hum, and for a moment they contemplate as they look at their surroundings. ]
It draws from the energy found throughout my world. Though my own is also aided by something else. [ Their head is angled in the direction of that glimpse of blue in the distance, but they look at her and tilt their head with a glimpse of a smile. ] A variety. I am quite the All-Rounder. I can swap between uses of black magic, otherwise white. Black magic is capable of what you would deem elemental.
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also. looks at this fckin simulation room. ok
maybe unsurprisingly, she is a big fan of the lavender flowers. she looks a little delighted at first, despite everything that's happened this weekend. she stops to crouch and touch them, and then - sees metis. right, right. she stands back up, and wanders her way over to the log to sit down next to them.
their poor arm gets a look.]
Metis. [...] I thought you said you were going to get your arm tuned up.
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They are quiet as they observe her, watching the interaction with the flowers, but once she makes her way over they slightly turn to face more properly. Their head remains raised, not looking to their arm. ]
...'Tis a bit more complicated to do so, I am afraid. [ ... ] You see, it extends a bit further than just my arm, which means the procedure to do so could easily take half a day. Time I can hardly afford right now when there are those who need the MedBay so much more than I.
[ Until everyone else has made use of the pods, then they can probably take time for a check-up. Maybe. ]
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throné is concerned, though. she looks their arm, and then at them again - at their hood.]
... Do you mean to tell me it's something that progresses? [the way all of her friends have some sort of incurable disease] You implied that it was just your arm. That it was... mechanical, in some way.
[or at least, that's what she'd thought - she isn't so good at the tech stuff, so she'd just accepted that it was a mechanical arm and went on with her day, but now...
and then, before they can even say anything else even though she just asked them a question:]
Don't be an idiot.
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Their head dips, then raises a little and it feels as if they're staring at her from under the hood. Quietly, they reply. ]
...In a sense. The wetware provides more of a security over parts of myself than an actual proper replacement. [ It's fine, there's no disease. That would be such unfortunate coincidences if that were the case. They nod a little, as if well... technically but
you know, she speaks again right before they can get another word out. Sorry, they laugh a little at that. ]
I apologize.
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they laugh, and she wrinkles her nose, but she isn't really all that mad. it's just concern.]
You don't need to apologize. You need to prioritize yourself. [be!! selfish!!] ... I don't want to hear you offer yourself up for a vote again. Especially not after today.
You are necessary to this ship's progression, but past that, Metis, you are a person. You are alive. Take advantage of it.
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[ Prioritize themselves. For a moment, they grow quiet. And, gingerly, they bring their left hand near one of her own, a light gentle nudge of their fingers against it. Allowing her space, though wishing to offer a comforting touch. After today... ]
..You have a certain way with words as well, are you aware? [ Without their helm, the voice is clear, soft and warm. ] I will keep that in mind. However, you know, there is no harming in voting one of us to the brig. ..Though, were that to happen, I would be more concerned about the one allowed the freedom to roam about after.
[ The idea of someone who had just killed, being able to continue to roam the ship. Likely to attack again? It spells doom. ]
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... I say things as I see them. [she says, after a moment, and then:] A killer left free to roam or not, there is harm in that. Two people have died after being put in the brig. I am not optimistic enough to think there won't be a third time.
Whoever ends up there must... must be someone who... [she starts, and then stops.] It must be someone who is overcome by that violent urge.
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A danger to themselves and or others. If we could find the source, or some means to avoid someone to be pushed to that insatiable violence.. [ Their words quiet to a pondering mumble, before they lift their head again. ]
Per my discussions with someone regarding Scien's case, and what we witnessed today and yesterday, I have to wonder how it goes about choosing who is overcome by these violent urges.
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I don't even know what it is. Is it a sickness? A disease? [...] I don't want it. It will - if it seizes me, I don't trust myself not to kill Temenos.
[and that is. terrifying.]
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Were it that, there should be some signs of it through diagnosis. Mayhap we can get a closer look... [ More pondering, though those next set of words have them quiet. They lean a little to press their shoulders together briefly. An offer. ]
...I wish I could say it will not. That such a fate will not befall you, nor those dear to you, but... I pray that it does not happen.
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... I would die before I did that to him. [she says, finally.]
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We will figure things out before it reaches that point. One way or another.
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I could be next. It'll happen again this week, I'm sure.
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[ Their voice quietens, frowning. ]
It is more likely to happen again than not. And... it pains me that it could be you, it could even possibly be myself, or any one of those we know and care for. [ ... ] Were that I could promise you otherwise.
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... Someone has to be the optimistic one. [her fingers tighten a little around their hand.] I don't expect a promise. I know that's impossible. I've long since expected any outcomes to be positive.
But you can take better care of yourself. Don't put yourself intentionally in harm's way.
[or else]
... You remember some things? Like what?
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If that befalls upon me, I do not mind being the one. [ To keep that optimism. ] ...I will try.
[ Hard to promise that but, they do genuinely mean they'll try. ]
Only simple minor things so far, I am afraid. That I no longer walk around with my staff, for one. Which is strange - considering I have always had it on hand even during the start of my tour. I'm not too sure why I stopped. It must be in my quarters somewhere...
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she tilts her head a little at that.]
Your staff? Do you use magic? Or... do you mean a walking staff.
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I am capable of wielding magic, though not at this very moment. We only have what aids us in getting around the ship with our Senior Crew credentials. [ The black void teleporting around. ]
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... Interesting. I had heard that the reason we don't have our abilities is because the nanites won't allow for it. Is it the same for you?
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That's right. A built in function simply to allow those with abilities available of them to not go about causing too much destruction on board the ship. Not that I would have been able to make use of my own magic, its requirements are rather specific.
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What kind of requirements? [...] Is it... elemental in nature? Fire, ice, thunder? Or is it more like... dark or light?
[squeenix tropes]
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It draws from the energy found throughout my world. Though my own is also aided by something else. [ Their head is angled in the direction of that glimpse of blue in the distance, but they look at her and tilt their head with a glimpse of a smile. ] A variety. I am quite the All-Rounder. I can swap between uses of black magic, otherwise white. Black magic is capable of what you would deem elemental.
[ Squeenix. ]
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I see. [fascinating - really.] ... It's so interesting, the differences. I don't use elemental magic, not really, but... my magic is dark.
[a beat.]
What do you mean you're aided by something else? [she glances at the blue. the tower.] ... Is this where you're from?
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[ A shame, really. As for that first question they go quiet as they stare off. When they do answer, it's for the other inquiry. ]
It is part of the shard I reside in, yes. A lake surrounded by a large forest outside my city.
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I could show you here sometime, I suppose. [since she can do magic in the sim rooms? i think? ignore her saying that if she can't. anyway.]
It's beautiful. [...] Do you miss it?
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