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04 ☼ spam and voice
[Spam; Throughout the day]
[He isn't a pleasure to be around, while he isn't aggressive, he's quite obviously very grumpy. Expressing displeasure about everything. He never says he hates anything, even if he does. He'll call this foolish, pointless or poorly thought out instead.
He drifts between all the common areas of the Barge. None of the areas seem satisfy him. He's not quite sure what he's after. An outlet, perhaps. He's tired of playing nice. He lingers the longest at the Gym, where he looks at the equipment but doesn't do anything with them, and Library, where he is, at least, slightly more interested. He gathers a few assorted books on Mythology, some books on various methods of propulsion for space travel.]
[Voice; Evening]
I wish to request access to the Enclourse. [the message is curt and despite him calling it a request it sounds a bit like a demand. He's not in the cheeriest of moods.]
[He isn't a pleasure to be around, while he isn't aggressive, he's quite obviously very grumpy. Expressing displeasure about everything. He never says he hates anything, even if he does. He'll call this foolish, pointless or poorly thought out instead.
He drifts between all the common areas of the Barge. None of the areas seem satisfy him. He's not quite sure what he's after. An outlet, perhaps. He's tired of playing nice. He lingers the longest at the Gym, where he looks at the equipment but doesn't do anything with them, and Library, where he is, at least, slightly more interested. He gathers a few assorted books on Mythology, some books on various methods of propulsion for space travel.]
[Voice; Evening]
I wish to request access to the Enclourse. [the message is curt and despite him calling it a request it sounds a bit like a demand. He's not in the cheeriest of moods.]
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What do you recall from before you arrived?
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Got beat up. Beaten to death.
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[he considers her for a second.] I have distinct memories of the blade. I felt it go through my ribs as if they were not there. I was still conscious for the few seconds it took for the majority of my torso to be cut in half. I felt it up until my head was sliced open.
Are your memories of similar clarity?
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Not really; I don't-- I blacked out.
[She's remembering not only her own death-- or near-death?-- now, but the countless deaths she dreamed about during that flood. When he talks about being cut in half and having his head cut open, she can imagine all to well what that must have felt like.]
I don't want to talk about this.
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Perhaps I should apologize. You were quite distraught during that fiasco with the dreams. I sincerely hope you caught nothing of what I described in a dream. [His attention returns to his book. He was somewhat sincere in his apology, he would rather no one had his dreams. He has no care how distressing they would be.]
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his expression turns somber.]
You would have heard her telling you that it wasn't good enough. If you saw it specifically.
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But it all kind of runs together.
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[He closes one of his books, marking the page.] Might I ask what year it was before you came here?
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And they're sincere. We ain't really allies-- we're friends.