she has met people with cat ears and tails before so this isn't like, a brand new experience, but. still! it's cute. the scales across her skin are pulsing a soft pink.]
I'm amazed you've managed to keep that hidden. [she shifts so she can actually sit properly in a chair.] ... It's good to have a face to put to the name, Metis.
[ And yet look at her cute pulsing soft pink scales? It's a pretty shade on her. He blinks, lips lifted a little in a knowing smile as he laughs softly. ]
I've had experience. [ Hiding... When she comes to sit, he reaches to draw a nearby pot of tea closer, setting out a cup for her. Prepared already before he dozed off. ] Lessens a bit of that distance I imagine.
[she's curious!! she will take the tea, though, easily enough. a pause, and she smiles at him a little.] Unfortunately for you, now that I've seen your face I'm even more intrigued by your past.
[ Metis meets that curiosity with a secretive smile, bright red eyes twinkling a little. He moves to refill his own cup with more tea before setting the pot aside. ] Were I to share that entire tale, we would be here for many moons.
[she's a little amused by this, taking a drink of tea.]
Ah, so this is where older than they look comes in. [she hums, tilting her head. a beat.] ... I have other questions as well, Metis, if you'll indulge me.
Precisely. It is not wrong to say. [ he blinks over at her looking curious, before he nods and offers a smile. encouraging. ] As I am ever happy to should I have the answers. What would you like to ask?
[ Brows furrow a bit, giving it some thought as he holds his cup.]
Galactic storms are normal to come by now and then, though I.. ...?
[ He goes quiet, staring off a bit until the cup clatters noisily. With no helmet on, it's a bit difficult to hide the sudden pained expression he has as a hand cradles his own head. Uh oh. ]
[ A breath in, blinking in her direction and a glance down to his right arm, finding it tremble from where it's held. His other hand under hers squeezes it gently until he moves it to grip at that right arm with an almost vice grip. ]
..Yes? Yes, I-- I apologize, just had... [ Brows furrow. ] A bit of a dizzy spell.
..It is just something that has been happening more frequently as of late is all. [ Which is possibly his way of saying he's getting used to it? Even though it clearly hurts. ] I do remember how common they are, but they were much more mild before.... at least than now.
[ Fingers dig a bit tighter into their wetware. A sucked in breath. ] If I can remember anything, I want to tell you.
I don't understand what they are, exactly. Just that they've been mentioned, and that... I'm supposed to ask you about them, and your... colleagues, I think.
Unfortunately, even if it pains him, and it shows in the way his right arm holds itself so tightly to him, he's still trying to push through it. Doing his best to steady himself and think rather than focus on the ache of it. He shakes his head, trying to loosen his own hold on his arm. ]
Flood of cosmoelectromagnetic waves is what result in a galactic storm. Our scheduled missions on Thursdays are one of those things that we manage to help clear those storms. [ He seems to get sharing that just fine. Though, he blinks a little, a bit puzzled. ] Our colleagues?
[ Just a bit more reassurance. They are both in the same mindset here that it is better for him to look at it than not. So, he will, thoroughly looking through the list of names with a look of concentration but.
His hand grips just a bit firmer, with the faintest of tugs as he winces and he closes his eyes with a deep frown. When his eyes open again, he stares tiredly a bit off.] ...It feels vaguely familiar. I should know this.
[it's a little awkward in the way that she just isn't used to doing it and therefore isn't sure how to, but she strokes his hand with her thumb when he winces.]
But you don't. [she finishes, quietly.] ... Metis, you know your real name still, yes? You don't need to tell it to me. But you are not your callsign any more than I am mine.
[ The fact she tries doesn't go unnoticed, his hand gently squeezing. He appreciates it nevertheless.]
..I do remember my name. My life before here. [ A brief pause, giving her a small smile. Callsigns... ] No, we are not.
[ A small glance at the roster until he closes his eyes again. ] I can remember my previous crew's Callsigns even if I cannot remember their names right now. ..A bit more time and just, maybe I can remember something. It is hard to say. I am trying to be hopeful.
[that's a relief. she exhales - releases a breath she wasn't aware she was holding.
she nods, a little.]
... Alright. [she says, finally.] I suppose all we can do is wait.
[which she hates!! wow she hates waiting!! but. she doesn't have any other choice, and she doesn't like seeing him so obviously in pain, so she doesn't push it that hard.]
I don't like that your memories have been stolen from you. [...] And it makes me wonder why they have been.
[ He can understand. When it would be much easier to get answers now, because not everyone is willing to wait centuries for the right moment and. Anyways. ]
There is a reason for it, I'm certain. Not that I could possibly fathom why. Though, if it were that easy, I suppose I'd be able to give those answers here and now. [ It's clearly troubling, and he continues to frown, wishing he could provide more. ]
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she has met people with cat ears and tails before so this isn't like, a brand new experience, but. still! it's cute. the scales across her skin are pulsing a soft pink.]
I'm amazed you've managed to keep that hidden. [she shifts so she can actually sit properly in a chair.] ... It's good to have a face to put to the name, Metis.
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I've had experience. [ Hiding... When she comes to sit, he reaches to draw a nearby pot of tea closer, setting out a cup for her. Prepared already before he dozed off. ] Lessens a bit of that distance I imagine.
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[she's curious!! she will take the tea, though, easily enough. a pause, and she smiles at him a little.] Unfortunately for you, now that I've seen your face I'm even more intrigued by your past.
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[ Metis meets that curiosity with a secretive smile, bright red eyes twinkling a little. He moves to refill his own cup with more tea before setting the pot aside. ] Were I to share that entire tale, we would be here for many moons.
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Ah, so this is where older than they look comes in. [she hums, tilting her head. a beat.] ... I have other questions as well, Metis, if you'll indulge me.
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Precisely. It is not wrong to say. [ he blinks over at her looking curious, before he nods and offers a smile. encouraging. ] As I am ever happy to should I have the answers. What would you like to ask?
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... I'm sure you've been asked this before, but do you remember anything about a storm?
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[ Brows furrow a bit, giving it some thought as he holds his cup.]
Galactic storms are normal to come by now and then, though I.. ...?
[ He goes quiet, staring off a bit until the cup clatters noisily. With no helmet on, it's a bit difficult to hide the sudden pained expression he has as a hand cradles his own head. Uh oh. ]
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-- Metis. [ARE YOU OKAY...]
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..Yes? Yes, I-- I apologize, just had... [ Brows furrow. ] A bit of a dizzy spell.
[ ... ] You were asking about the storms?
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That looked more than a dizzy spell, Metis. [she says, a bit sharply.] I was asking about what you remember about the storms, but not if it hurts you.
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..It is just something that has been happening more frequently as of late is all. [ Which is possibly his way of saying he's getting used to it? Even though it clearly hurts. ] I do remember how common they are, but they were much more mild before.... at least than now.
[ Fingers dig a bit tighter into their wetware. A sucked in breath. ] If I can remember anything, I want to tell you.
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throné is clearly Unhappy about this. she doesn't like that he hurts when he tries to remember things and it's clear, but she can't... stop him from trying. and she did ask, and she does want to know, she just...]
I don't understand what they are, exactly. Just that they've been mentioned, and that... I'm supposed to ask you about them, and your... colleagues, I think.
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Unfortunately, even if it pains him, and it shows in the way his right arm holds itself so tightly to him, he's still trying to push through it. Doing his best to steady himself and think rather than focus on the ache of it. He shakes his head, trying to loosen his own hold on his arm. ]
Flood of cosmoelectromagnetic waves is what result in a galactic storm. Our scheduled missions on Thursdays are one of those things that we manage to help clear those storms. [ He seems to get sharing that just fine. Though, he blinks a little, a bit puzzled. ] Our colleagues?
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... Yes. I have a list of names I'd like to show you, but then we're going to take a break.
[or else,]
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Ah... A roster found within the MedBay I take?
[ This is going to be a long day. But he will nod, it's okay. He wants to see. ]
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[but she will pull out said roster - she's written the names out on paper because she doesn't know how to use the IRIS. be thankful she can text.
she's also holding his hand, and will not let go.]
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[ Just a bit more reassurance. They are both in the same mindset here that it is better for him to look at it than not. So, he will, thoroughly looking through the list of names with a look of concentration but.
His hand grips just a bit firmer, with the faintest of tugs as he winces and he closes his eyes with a deep frown. When his eyes open again, he stares tiredly a bit off.] ...It feels vaguely familiar. I should know this.
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But you don't. [she finishes, quietly.] ... Metis, you know your real name still, yes? You don't need to tell it to me. But you are not your callsign any more than I am mine.
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..I do remember my name. My life before here. [ A brief pause, giving her a small smile. Callsigns... ] No, we are not.
[ A small glance at the roster until he closes his eyes again. ] I can remember my previous crew's Callsigns even if I cannot remember their names right now. ..A bit more time and just, maybe I can remember something. It is hard to say. I am trying to be hopeful.
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she nods, a little.]
... Alright. [she says, finally.] I suppose all we can do is wait.
[which she hates!! wow she hates waiting!! but. she doesn't have any other choice, and she doesn't like seeing him so obviously in pain, so she doesn't push it that hard.]
I don't like that your memories have been stolen from you. [...] And it makes me wonder why they have been.
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[ He can understand. When it would be much easier to get answers now, because not everyone is willing to wait centuries for the right moment and. Anyways. ]
There is a reason for it, I'm certain. Not that I could possibly fathom why. Though, if it were that easy, I suppose I'd be able to give those answers here and now. [ It's clearly troubling, and he continues to frown, wishing he could provide more. ]