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worldexecute) wrote2023-08-13 10:13 pm
worldexecute) wrote2023-08-13 10:13 pm
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( quickly sending off some texts...... she will set it aside for now. )
Ten?
Ten?
That would be my dear Manager Esquire! They are...
[ ...............
sorry she's staring at her cake trying to think how much she can say. no, it's fine. okay. ]
They are the one who is responsible for us, from morning 'til we are at last dismissed for the night. While they do not recall who they had been before -- the removal of their head thus ensured that -- they are one of my favorite fellows! Ah, they do not fight like the rest of us however, so they linger in the back as we protect them. Manager Esquire allows me to decorate their notes as I please, and listens to me when I talk of things that I like; I am certain it is to learn more about the world they have lost the memory of, but I am glad to have an audience nonetheless! There are very few others who will encourage it as they do.
[ munch... she misses dante. where is her clockhead. ]
[ ...............
sorry she's staring at her cake trying to think how much she can say. no, it's fine. okay. ]
They are the one who is responsible for us, from morning 'til we are at last dismissed for the night. While they do not recall who they had been before -- the removal of their head thus ensured that -- they are one of my favorite fellows! Ah, they do not fight like the rest of us however, so they linger in the back as we protect them. Manager Esquire allows me to decorate their notes as I please, and listens to me when I talk of things that I like; I am certain it is to learn more about the world they have lost the memory of, but I am glad to have an audience nonetheless! There are very few others who will encourage it as they do.
[ munch... she misses dante. where is her clockhead. ]
How are they alive if they've... ( ... ) They have a prosthetic head, don't they?
That they do. It is a clock, and all one can hear, so I am told, is tick-tocking. Those who are bound to them, which would be myself and the Sinclair in example, have no issue in understanding them.
[ via some telepathy type shit. it's fine. she wouldn't be bothered by a voice in her mind. ]
... What is thine opinion on such augmentations, Angela? Judge not by necessity, but simply by thy feelings about it.
[ via some telepathy type shit. it's fine. she wouldn't be bothered by a voice in her mind. ]
... What is thine opinion on such augmentations, Angela? Judge not by necessity, but simply by thy feelings about it.
I don't mind them.
( how could she? but she isn't getting into that.
....hmm. )
As they're part of your number, do you suppose there's something in one of the old branches of L Corp that resonates with them, as it does the rest of you keys?
( how could she? but she isn't getting into that.
....hmm. )
As they're part of your number, do you suppose there's something in one of the old branches of L Corp that resonates with them, as it does the rest of you keys?
[ ouuugugghh the company secret talk. she leans back in her seat, taking another strawberry and picking it apart to eat. being called... just a key doesn't sit well with her, even if that is what she is, and don takes a moment before she answers. ]
Perhaps. That is what is common among our lot at the moment, or so it was noted by a companion of mine. Um, they do not often discuss how they feel when we enter such a place, but they do seem a little off-balance at times. It may be that our connection affects them.
Perhaps. That is what is common among our lot at the moment, or so it was noted by a companion of mine. Um, they do not often discuss how they feel when we enter such a place, but they do seem a little off-balance at times. It may be that our connection affects them.
( angela lapses into silence, mulling it over. what was the connection between the limbus company employees, and what was left in the old forgotten branches of l corp? what was the connection between the company and the corp itself? that faust woman, the bus, how vergilius isn't counted among the people who can resonate... but that their manager is, at least as a possibility.
angela sips her tea. she thinks binah's would've tasted much better. )
Nine.
angela sips her tea. she thinks binah's would've tasted much better. )
Nine.
Mistress Rodya, a beautiful and kind woman who knows just what to say to ease the tension in a room and seeks to keep the peace in that way, who's strength of character is only second to her strength of arm, and who would turn the City on its head without a single thought to the consequences of it if it meant that those who were trampled underfoot would finally feel the sun against their skin as any other do -- in short, she is a woman after mine own heart, and I adore her so! She also entertains my talk of Fixers, as Young Sinclair, Manager Esquire, and Yi Sang do, [ though her seatmates have little choice, ] and though she does not ask after them whatsoever that is very much enough for me, Angela, as many others find a way to escape the conversation as swiftly as can be!
[ which... is a little sad, isn't it? but don doesn't sound sorrowed at all, because it's just a fact. most cut her off somehow, so actually being able to talk about it whether they're an enthused fan like herself or not wins points in her book. ]
Her weapon is that of an axe, which she has used to split many a foe twain, and she is most wonderful to hug, though I do not like that she often teases about my height and age! I am not a child, thou must understand, nor am I particularly short! I do not hold it against her though, for she is alike to the trees in the park with their strong, sturdy trunks and ever-reaching branches that grace the sunny paths with welcomed shade, easing the heat of summer off one's back and offering a spot of comfort when rain drips from the clouded skies... I think she is rather like an older sister, one who adores the finer things in life where she had none in her youth, who is quite the gambler and a wonderful player to boot, and who, beneath her warm exterior, hides a heart coveted by winter's embrace, which one may seek to shatter through to uncover the treasure that lies within.
[ ... munches on cake. ]
I think of the Librarians I have met, she and Sir Roland are rather similar. The two of thee would get along.
[ which... is a little sad, isn't it? but don doesn't sound sorrowed at all, because it's just a fact. most cut her off somehow, so actually being able to talk about it whether they're an enthused fan like herself or not wins points in her book. ]
Her weapon is that of an axe, which she has used to split many a foe twain, and she is most wonderful to hug, though I do not like that she often teases about my height and age! I am not a child, thou must understand, nor am I particularly short! I do not hold it against her though, for she is alike to the trees in the park with their strong, sturdy trunks and ever-reaching branches that grace the sunny paths with welcomed shade, easing the heat of summer off one's back and offering a spot of comfort when rain drips from the clouded skies... I think she is rather like an older sister, one who adores the finer things in life where she had none in her youth, who is quite the gambler and a wonderful player to boot, and who, beneath her warm exterior, hides a heart coveted by winter's embrace, which one may seek to shatter through to uncover the treasure that lies within.
[ ... munches on cake. ]
I think of the Librarians I have met, she and Sir Roland are rather similar. The two of thee would get along.
Which of these is carrot cake? ( and. ) I see. She sounds lovely, and it sounds as if your coworkers aren't as fond of you as you are of them.
( wow? )
I suppose I can relate, though I wouldn't call myself fond of my coworkers either. ( sips her tea again. ) One.
( wow? )
I suppose I can relate, though I wouldn't call myself fond of my coworkers either. ( sips her tea again. ) One.
I shall ignore thy rude assumptions and point out to thee the carrot cake. It is this.
[ point. that one. ]
Yi Sang, whom I have spoken somewhat to thee already, was the first of us who was signed on! He is a quiet ser, but talkative once thou hath found that which interests him; he is a good listener and a finer pillow. Yi Sang is a genius much like Mistress Faust, though more in the, ehm... It is by his invention that we are able to become others of ourselves, as thou hath experienced. He is one of nine idealists who made up the...
[ hold on. she's gonna get this pronunciation right. ]
League of Nine Littérateurs. They were his colleagues and more than that his friends, with whom he had come from another District in search of better resources for their inventions and research. This was prior to his involvement with our Company, of course, so I shan't say more than that! He has begun smiling more as of late, and is far more eager to involve himself with the merriment of others -- it is nice, and a show that he is slowly letting go of that which ails him.
[ ... of accepting them as his friends, too, and don's smile is fonder. ]
He is a good friend to me, and oft acts as mine advisor when I am playing chess and the like against Young Sinclair. If he were to appear, our arms would welcome him into our home -- even if it should mean one of us would share a bed, or that we must move to someplace a tad larger. Yi Sang is a very calming person to be around.
[ point. that one. ]
Yi Sang, whom I have spoken somewhat to thee already, was the first of us who was signed on! He is a quiet ser, but talkative once thou hath found that which interests him; he is a good listener and a finer pillow. Yi Sang is a genius much like Mistress Faust, though more in the, ehm... It is by his invention that we are able to become others of ourselves, as thou hath experienced. He is one of nine idealists who made up the...
[ hold on. she's gonna get this pronunciation right. ]
League of Nine Littérateurs. They were his colleagues and more than that his friends, with whom he had come from another District in search of better resources for their inventions and research. This was prior to his involvement with our Company, of course, so I shan't say more than that! He has begun smiling more as of late, and is far more eager to involve himself with the merriment of others -- it is nice, and a show that he is slowly letting go of that which ails him.
[ ... of accepting them as his friends, too, and don's smile is fonder. ]
He is a good friend to me, and oft acts as mine advisor when I am playing chess and the like against Young Sinclair. If he were to appear, our arms would welcome him into our home -- even if it should mean one of us would share a bed, or that we must move to someplace a tad larger. Yi Sang is a very calming person to be around.
[ He's assuming that Angela has seen the newsletter, as well as the announcement on the network made by Tsuruno and Robby, and since those Room 312 files contain something disturbing, it bears addressing. ]
Have you visited the University's Department of Social Sciences, Angela?
Have you visited the University's Department of Social Sciences, Angela?
( He's right about both, and his message is weirdly timely— )
Not yet, though I was considering stopping in. ( as in, she was going to do so today. ) And yourself?
Not yet, though I was considering stopping in. ( as in, she was going to do so today. ) And yourself?
excited.... "for relationship ruining or teamwork?" both
worldexecute
2023-10-02 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
That's true.
( ... )
We should copy what we can, in that case. Shall I bring some supplies?
( ... )
We should copy what we can, in that case. Shall I bring some supplies?
( Then she'll set on finding a bag for all this... extra materials, and so they have an easy way to transport things before she sets off. )
Interesting that they have writing on them, when nothing else in this city does. I wonder why. Perhaps they've been planted there for us?
Interesting that they have writing on them, when nothing else in this city does. I wonder why. Perhaps they've been planted there for us?
I find it strange as well. The documents all appear to summarize various experiments, but I do not believe that this is anything but another test itself.
[ Why would they suddenly receive even scraps of what might be partial answers, after all? There must be a reason why these studies were effectively placed right in front of every resident here now. ]
Regardless, it's new information to record.
[ Why would they suddenly receive even scraps of what might be partial answers, after all? There must be a reason why these studies were effectively placed right in front of every resident here now. ]
Regardless, it's new information to record.
( Well, considering the content of Tsuruno and Robby's post, her faith that these experiments are ethical is small. Humans are the same no matter where you go. )
And record it we will.
( She'll be there soon... The subway is so useful, even if she gets WARP Train memories about it. Just have to shake that off and move quickly—
Well, Yesod'll probably be able to get through a bit before she gets there. She's quiet as ever, peering through doors until she finds who she's looking for. )
Greetings. Anything interesting?
And record it we will.
( She'll be there soon... The subway is so useful, even if she gets WARP Train memories about it. Just have to shake that off and move quickly—
Well, Yesod'll probably be able to get through a bit before she gets there. She's quiet as ever, peering through doors until she finds who she's looking for. )
Greetings. Anything interesting?
They don't stick around to listen to you, do they? You said so yourself. Is that a mark of friendship?
( she needs to speak to yi sang, too, huh. )
( she needs to speak to yi sang, too, huh. )
Roland is my friend, and he's never walked away from me or tried to get out of a conversation as quickly as possible, so yes.
( ............
that is LITERALLY ONE PERSON, angela. )
( ............
that is LITERALLY ONE PERSON, angela. )
[ By the time Angela arrives, Yesod has made a copy of the cover page full of redacted sections, as well as a few of the graphs and tables lacking all context. A note beside these papers has CE-50-185.43: Water Under the Bridge, CE-48-361.74: ?, and CE-48-185.43 written on it. Waiting in front of him, there are summaries of studies conducted in unfamiliar worlds, but in his hands, Yesod is holding a certain folder whose contents he's scanning with a frown until Angela addresses him.
Then, looking up, he slowly moves to pass that folder to her. ]
...This.
Then, looking up, he slowly moves to pass that folder to her. ]
...This.
( The filing system reminds her a little of Abnormality classifications back in Lobotomy Corporation--it's probably not lost on Yesod either, and she gives them a brief glance before she sets her bag of goodies down and takes the folder.
She almost wishes she hadn't, when she glances at the contents. The Seed of Light project--it's beyond classified. She takes a seat, slowly, at the desk to read it--she might not be an AI anymore, but she's still a quick reader and learner, eyes skimming through the pages without pause.
...After a long moment, she closes the folder, sets her hands on top of it, and exhales slowly. )
Why do they have this. ( Her voice is quiet, but only to keep it from shaking. ) This isn't possible--it shouldn't be.
( Well--a lot of things shouldn't be possible, and yet it continues. Does this mean they have documentation on Wing secrets, too? The testing done to create Singularities or other patented technologies... At least it appears to be a summary rather than a fully detailed report, down to the numbers and names of victims, but that's still more information than she'd like to be accessible to anyone who wanders in here.
Her voice raises a little, now more directed at him specifically. )
Have you found anything else relating to that company here yet, or is this the only one so far?
( Really, she's so amazing. She can do anything. She can even keep her emotions in check, raising her gaze to Yesod--not that she can hide the flickers of frustration behind her impassive expression. Not that her impassive expression is without its cracks either--it's just her voice, cold and sharp, that she's managing to keep under control now.
...She's handling this in her own way. Retreating to the way she acted as an AI isn't the healthiest handling, but it's the easiest for her. )
She almost wishes she hadn't, when she glances at the contents. The Seed of Light project--it's beyond classified. She takes a seat, slowly, at the desk to read it--she might not be an AI anymore, but she's still a quick reader and learner, eyes skimming through the pages without pause.
...After a long moment, she closes the folder, sets her hands on top of it, and exhales slowly. )
Why do they have this. ( Her voice is quiet, but only to keep it from shaking. ) This isn't possible--it shouldn't be.
( Well--a lot of things shouldn't be possible, and yet it continues. Does this mean they have documentation on Wing secrets, too? The testing done to create Singularities or other patented technologies... At least it appears to be a summary rather than a fully detailed report, down to the numbers and names of victims, but that's still more information than she'd like to be accessible to anyone who wanders in here.
Her voice raises a little, now more directed at him specifically. )
Have you found anything else relating to that company here yet, or is this the only one so far?
( Really, she's so amazing. She can do anything. She can even keep her emotions in check, raising her gaze to Yesod--not that she can hide the flickers of frustration behind her impassive expression. Not that her impassive expression is without its cracks either--it's just her voice, cold and sharp, that she's managing to keep under control now.
...She's handling this in her own way. Retreating to the way she acted as an AI isn't the healthiest handling, but it's the easiest for her. )
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