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base:
[waking up, Fi finds herself definitely not in water. everything about the situation registers on her systems as new, and yet corresponding to the dream that was so fresh in memory. curious. strange. worthy of investigation - instinctively, she knows that to sit and wait idly is not the best course of action. there will be time for rest later.
so she begins to look around, beginning from the second floor, leaving the Sea Equipment room with the drone that had greeted her following behind after they exchange telepathic pleasantries and "Miss Fi" states her intentions. nowhere that anyone else can go is off limits in her investigation. Fi floats, gliding in the air gracefully, taking in locations and what the rooms seem to be purposed for. all for the sake of data. all for the sake of understanding and building a complete map as soon as possible. poking her head into everything, she can't be anything else other than another new arrival.
Fi doesn't greet others first, but she pauses and will remain a respectful distance away from them when she sees them, looking and observing who they are and what they seem like to her. sorry to those that find the looks that are halfway to staring more unsettling than polite. she wants the lay of the land before anything else, including names.]
water:
[of course, the base is not the only place to go. the world outside is far greater in scale and still calls to her to come and see without stopping. a wetsuit is not even a thought for her, and she drifts through the water as she is, a streak of blue that doesn't so much swim as simply travel through the water. but her work is interrupted by those of the aquatic species that come to satisfy their own curiosity, the more bold or friendly sorts coming closer and causing her to halt and acknowledge them.
for them, she drifts a little, lets them come closer or turns so that the edges of her cape fan out, as interested in them as they are her. the concept of some of them being dangerous is there, but she wants to know. wants to see them, record them, take in the data about them if it's allowed. in a way, she looks like she's having fun, as though they're innocently trying to communicate instead of a mutual moment of trying to understand what the other species is about.
there are different types - rabbitrays, some are called, gasopods another, or hoverfish another group, so URSULA's logs will say when she looks at them later. so much to learn. so much to see.]
wildcard.
[Fi is pretty much anywhere and everywhere right now, so if you have a scene in mind you want, go for it! cave exploring, floating in the dreamscape, whatever's wished.]
[waking up, Fi finds herself definitely not in water. everything about the situation registers on her systems as new, and yet corresponding to the dream that was so fresh in memory. curious. strange. worthy of investigation - instinctively, she knows that to sit and wait idly is not the best course of action. there will be time for rest later.
so she begins to look around, beginning from the second floor, leaving the Sea Equipment room with the drone that had greeted her following behind after they exchange telepathic pleasantries and "Miss Fi" states her intentions. nowhere that anyone else can go is off limits in her investigation. Fi floats, gliding in the air gracefully, taking in locations and what the rooms seem to be purposed for. all for the sake of data. all for the sake of understanding and building a complete map as soon as possible. poking her head into everything, she can't be anything else other than another new arrival.
Fi doesn't greet others first, but she pauses and will remain a respectful distance away from them when she sees them, looking and observing who they are and what they seem like to her. sorry to those that find the looks that are halfway to staring more unsettling than polite. she wants the lay of the land before anything else, including names.]
water:
[of course, the base is not the only place to go. the world outside is far greater in scale and still calls to her to come and see without stopping. a wetsuit is not even a thought for her, and she drifts through the water as she is, a streak of blue that doesn't so much swim as simply travel through the water. but her work is interrupted by those of the aquatic species that come to satisfy their own curiosity, the more bold or friendly sorts coming closer and causing her to halt and acknowledge them.
for them, she drifts a little, lets them come closer or turns so that the edges of her cape fan out, as interested in them as they are her. the concept of some of them being dangerous is there, but she wants to know. wants to see them, record them, take in the data about them if it's allowed. in a way, she looks like she's having fun, as though they're innocently trying to communicate instead of a mutual moment of trying to understand what the other species is about.
there are different types - rabbitrays, some are called, gasopods another, or hoverfish another group, so URSULA's logs will say when she looks at them later. so much to learn. so much to see.]
wildcard.
[Fi is pretty much anywhere and everywhere right now, so if you have a scene in mind you want, go for it! cave exploring, floating in the dreamscape, whatever's wished.]
no subject
[the telepathy that comes back is factual, almost immediate like a conversation would be. unless Valentine tells her to leave again, Fi continues in her observations of this section of the base - she touches and disturbs nothing, she is only looking, even coming closer in her scanning of the room, calculating what it is used for.]
no subject
Like a remote parasite. ]
Decontaminate yourself and you can come as close as you like.
[ She turned around, but her body thrummed with tension - like she was waiting to see what Fi might do. ]
no subject
What is it that you are working on?
no subject
I'm examining the culture pots that we've been growing the Disease that was contracted here.
[ The 'Jellyshroom Sickness.' She jerked her head in the direction of a free datapad. ]
There are details on there.
[ She was still thrumming with repressed energy, trying to make herself aware of Fi's movements and motions without outright looking at her. She really was quite fascinating. ]
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being directed towards the datapad, she glides over to it, accessing the information not with button presses but with thought, asking the technology to tell her what she wished. the information flows directly to her then, being recorded and stored as it is written.
all of her motions, Valentine will note, have the same supernatural grace. a fluidity that belongs to a spirit rather than something truly flesh and blood, and no attempts to hide it.]
I see. Are you working with more experimentation on it, or progressing on the cure?
no subject
Fi really was fascinating to watch. ]
Can't it be both? At this point I've come to a wall with a cure, but we can manage the illness currently. I don't intend to let it stay that way.
no subject
[from management to eradication. that is the conclusion she reaches in her mind - though the information said it was not deadly, it was still inadvisable to contract it. it's something she'll have to think over to gain more insight on.
but to the other point, she turns around, and even if she can't stare into Valentine's eyes, her look is almost sharp.]
From you I hypothesize there is a high probability that there is something you wish to ask me.
[the margin for error was simply that this woman did not like a stranger in her space, or something else. but Fi knows when she's being watched.]
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You remind me of a certain type of creature from my home. They are - [ godlike, spiritual, crafted ] - living weapons, to put it bluntly, bonded to a single individual. I haven't seen anything else like them here, and your similarities in appearance and aura put me in mind. So I was watching you. That's all.
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[multiple ones? hm. the gods must have their purposes.]
For I am the spirit of the Goddess's sword, created by Her.
[not bonded in quite the same way, but in another. Fi has no qualms offering this information up - what could she do with it but know?]
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Then, where I am from, you would be considered a remote parasite.
[ Which meant she would have had a host. Were they here? It was unheard of for a parasite to be so functional without a host; even the remote ones went into a stasis when not bonded.
She let her gaze turn contemplative. ] How unusual... of all the people from all the worlds, I'd not come across something similar to a creature from home until just now. Pardon my interest.
no subject
[blunt, but also gentle. why hold back, when the information she held was not a secret anymore with the conclusion of everything that had occurred?]
Your "remote parasites." How many are there in your world?
[for what purpose were they made?]
no subject
Several. Far from common, and mostly all hidden. [ Though the types that were more obviously weapons, like Krieg or Vice Versa, were generally more accepted than, for example, Samson or Leviathan. ]
How many like you in yours?
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[because to her knowledge, the other had broken. he was gone, his existence ended. therefore, he is not worth mentioning - Valentine's question was "how many are", not "how many were."
(if she was more human, maybe this would be considered a petty judgement call, to not mention him. but she categorizes it as the logical choice.)]
no subject
I see. How lonely for you.
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[a weapon should not possess the ability to be lonely. that is something far more human than they are. loneliness, another concept she would have to analyze and consider in a block of time, to learn factually in and out and then to let it rest where it was.]
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[ Valentine honestly did not care. It was just interesting to her that only one seemed to exist. ]
For what purpose did you 'Goddess' make you?
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[success. neither bitter nor sweet. only the comfort of the world still existing, full of life and light.]
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And was there a particular manner in which she 'chose' someone?
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[chosen, because She knew. She understood everything surrounding. it had to be him - and She had understood what She was doing.]
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Well, that mystical jargon can mean many things, can't it? But I won't press. Who are we to know the wills of gods, hmm?
[ Me, she thought to herself. It was what she was planning to do once she got back. Defeat Marie, take the heart for herself, learn and attack from the inside.
And then let Carol put her down. ]
You're certainly a very sleek creature... but don't look best suited for combat. How are you made to provide support to the chosen one?
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[this form, perhaps not the same. but...to change...]
I was his guide and his servant both.
no subject
Do you have a will of your own?
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[define will, Valentine. define your own.]
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So's the app on these communicator devices. Can you think and feel for yourself and draw conclusions based on that input?