Then I'll be there in a minute or two. Wait for me, please.
[And so ends the text communique, soon to be replaced by a face-to-face visit.
And Connor was right; he's there in about two minutes, seen approaching from a distance in the direction of the fruit trees, and spotting Rion quickly enough. He offers an amicable smile, as usual, politeness instilled into his demeanor.
(If he gives her a scrutinizing glance, to assess her "tiredness", then he won't say as much, of course.)]
[ Rion's chilling beneath one of the trees, offering a tired little smile in response. She does look a little strained, but not to the point where it'd be considered worrisome. Probably. ]
[About what he expected, but no more reassuring because of it.
Still, Connor looks at where she's seated, and -- supposing he has no real choice other than to sit on the ground -- finds an empty spot next to her, under the swaying boughs of the tree.
dirt on his uniform.....he will ignore it for now......]
[Knowing what to do with his legs is a tricky thing, but eventually Connor settles into a crossed-legged posture after a bit of shifting. Light shines through the leaves, casting dappled shadows across both of their forms.
Made to work in Detroit, and otherwise return to CyberLife in what moments of "downtime" he possessed, sitting out in nature like this is still foreign to him. Still, he can't quite qualify it as a bad thing; not when thus far, the temple grounds have been relatively peaceful.]
I can see how that makes sense. Did you contract an illness?
[ with a faint smile, and a quick shake of her head. Normally, the memory brings with it at least a small surge of painful nostalgia, but maybe she's just too tired. Or maybe it's because Connor's an android and had insisted that he didn't technically have emotions, so he won't be worried. ]
I got pretty badly injured as a kid-- surgery and rehab and the works.
[Still, it's hard to reconcile the fact that she's obviously better now against how difficult it must've been then. He doesn't know what it's like to be sick -- androids don't experience that, they don't even feel pain -- but he's not oblivious to the efforts that the human body needs to exert in order to properly recover from something remotely serious.
The response might be something he falls into by default, but there's an underlying thread of sincerity that isn't as easily obscured.]
I'm sorry to hear it. I know that was in the past for you, but I'm still glad that you managed to recover.
[Sounds like there's a story behind it. But Connor times his prying questions with intent (this time), and therefore he won't push the matter further.]
But I guess that isn't what I came here to talk about, right?
[ Odd. It might just be that as a professional idol, Rion has a trained ear. Largely for music, of course, but she's picking up some kind of undertone in his voice that isn't merely calming and reassuring and whatever else he'd said about his programming.
Is he... ]
Right; you wanted to know about my abilities?
It's probably going to sound a little wild, so. Sorry in advance.
[It hardly seems to matter. Both are interesting and baffling in their own way. But why not start with the weapon, before getting to the monsters made to be slain by it?]
It's called a Soul Device. I'm still not exactly sure how they came about, but they're one of the few things that'll actually hurt the monsters I mentioned.
Anyway, they take different forms, depending on the wielder and their soul. In my case, they're a pair of wings.
[All right. It counts as an explanation, to be sure, but Connor already has follow-up queries encircling his mind, even as she speaks. He chooses from the lot.]
And is an ability like this... common where you're from?
[Wrenching a weapon from one's soul -- it sounds almost poetic, even if his more practical line of thinking is screaming irrational.]
And what sort of monsters need to be slain by that specific kind of weapon?
[So much of this still sounded utterly fantastical. But he's taking her word for it (he has no reason not to), and can fill in the smaller details by asking other relevant queries later.]
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Yeah. Sorry to make you have to work a little for it.no subject
Where are you right now?
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Over by the fruit trees.no subject
[And so ends the text communique, soon to be replaced by a face-to-face visit.
And Connor was right; he's there in about two minutes, seen approaching from a distance in the direction of the fruit trees, and spotting Rion quickly enough. He offers an amicable smile, as usual, politeness instilled into his demeanor.
(If he gives her a scrutinizing glance, to assess her "tiredness", then he won't say as much, of course.)]
Hello, Rion.
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Hey. Have a seat!
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Still, Connor looks at where she's seated, and -- supposing he has no real choice other than to sit on the ground -- finds an empty spot next to her, under the swaying boughs of the tree.
dirt on his uniform.....he will ignore it for now......]
Do you prefer sitting outdoors like this?
[You know, he's never actually done this before.]
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[ immediately and sincerely; this might be a first for Connor, but Rion seems more than comfortable like this. ]
I had to spend a long time in the hospital once. When I got outside and got to feel the wind in my hair and breathe fresh air, it felt amazing.
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Made to work in Detroit, and otherwise return to CyberLife in what moments of "downtime" he possessed, sitting out in nature like this is still foreign to him. Still, he can't quite qualify it as a bad thing; not when thus far, the temple grounds have been relatively peaceful.]
I can see how that makes sense. Did you contract an illness?
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[ with a faint smile, and a quick shake of her head. Normally, the memory brings with it at least a small surge of painful nostalgia, but maybe she's just too tired. Or maybe it's because Connor's an android and had insisted that he didn't technically have emotions, so he won't be worried. ]
I got pretty badly injured as a kid-- surgery and rehab and the works.
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The response might be something he falls into by default, but there's an underlying thread of sincerity that isn't as easily obscured.]
I'm sorry to hear it. I know that was in the past for you, but I'm still glad that you managed to recover.
[Sounds like there's a story behind it. But Connor times his prying questions with intent (this time), and therefore he won't push the matter further.]
But I guess that isn't what I came here to talk about, right?
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Is he... ]
Right; you wanted to know about my abilities?
It's probably going to sound a little wild, so. Sorry in advance.
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No need for apologies. I've come to expect oddities when it comes to other worlds and experiences at this point.
[He's just glad to listen, happy to fill the gaps in his knowledge and to quell his innate curiosities.]
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[ Yep. ]
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Said response is:]
Sorry.
[wat]
Can you explain that to me in further detail?
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The weapon, if you don't mind.
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Anyway, they take different forms, depending on the wielder and their soul. In my case, they're a pair of wings.
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And is an ability like this... common where you're from?
[Wrenching a weapon from one's soul -- it sounds almost poetic, even if his more practical line of thinking is screaming irrational.]
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Involving these... monsters?
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... Well, a lot happened. I ended up getting a really rude pep-talk that made me stand up and fight, and that's when my ability came about.
[ stop analyzing her, Connor, gosh!! ]
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And what sort of monsters need to be slain by that specific kind of weapon?
[So much of this still sounded utterly fantastical. But he's taking her word for it (he has no reason not to), and can fill in the smaller details by asking other relevant queries later.]
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[ Understatement. ]
They usually come from these kinds of... dungeons that crop up, brought about by people's strong emotions. Those are called Eclipses.
... Sorry, I know it sounds crazy.
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