[An hour, maybe two after Nasu leaves Cathaway's side and makes her way back to the sterile little rooms of Life Support, a dark figure appears in the open doorway.
It's a boy, dressed all in black with a heavy metal and glass bangle and a thick glove on his right wrist and arm. There's a broad white stripe down his forehead and the length of his nose - a marking, not painted there -, and something is off about the length of his limbs and the line of his torso. The young man isn't quite human, but he's close enough that it isn't shocking just... odd.
He brings with him a small, low buzz like the frequency noise from a television turned to a dead channel.]
[ Nasu looked up from the small black object she held in her hand. She had been leaning against the nearby wall while she thought, but now she pushed off lightly -- preferring to stand straight in the presence of company. ]
Yes, that's right. I don't think we've met before.
[He shifts around in the doorway, his bare hand floating up toward touching his mouth - there's a thick scar there on his lower lip - but he forces it down a moment later.]
Is it cool if I come in? Cathaway said you wanted copies of my files.
Of course. Thanks for coming. I'm more used to looking through archives than memories.
[ She gave him a quick smile, but one that was a bit guarded. Twice she'd tried to ask the longer term residents here for details about their situation, both times to.... unexpected result.
Hopefully this wasn't going to end with the room spinning under her feet.]
[He laughs with a burst of mental buzzing. It's a short, sharp influx of sound - quickly aborted, abruptly muffled as he ducks into the room. After a split second hesitation, Nirad moves to perch on the very edge of the bed.]
Yeah, it takes a little bit to get used to. It's okay. You'll figure it out.
[He grins, then ducks his head again while he brings up the heavy tech-encrusted glove into his lap. From his jacket picket, Nirad produces a small plastic-seeming square. With a few flicks, he shakes it out into a tablet-sized... well, tablet.]
[ She'd been looking through it, too, though it was a lot to absorb at once. Mostly, she was interested in the information concerning what might and might not get her killed.
She pulled out both this and the taser she'd been left with, holding the latter gingerly in her other hand. ]
I received this as well. It doesn't look like it packs much of a punch.
Yeah, they're not really made for like taking people out. It's just for incapacitating people. [He balances his own databank on his knee, pausing a moment to scratch at the side of his nose, then quickly start tap-tap-tapping away on the screen with his gloved hand.]
Here, let me see that. [He reaches out to take her databank without looking up from his own. Buzzzz goes the low, soft soft of his mind.] I'll copy my stuff over for you.
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Date: 2017-04-28 03:56 am (UTC)It's a boy, dressed all in black with a heavy metal and glass bangle and a thick glove on his right wrist and arm. There's a broad white stripe down his forehead and the length of his nose - a marking, not painted there -, and something is off about the length of his limbs and the line of his torso. The young man isn't quite human, but he's close enough that it isn't shocking just... odd.
He brings with him a small, low buzz like the frequency noise from a television turned to a dead channel.]
Hey, you're Nasu right?
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Date: 2017-04-29 12:56 am (UTC)Yes, that's right. I don't think we've met before.
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Date: 2017-04-29 02:52 am (UTC)[He shifts around in the doorway, his bare hand floating up toward touching his mouth - there's a thick scar there on his lower lip - but he forces it down a moment later.]
Is it cool if I come in? Cathaway said you wanted copies of my files.
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Date: 2017-04-30 10:24 pm (UTC)[ She gave him a quick smile, but one that was a bit guarded. Twice she'd tried to ask the longer term residents here for details about their situation, both times to.... unexpected result.
Hopefully this wasn't going to end with the room spinning under her feet.]
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Date: 2017-05-04 06:06 am (UTC)Yeah, it takes a little bit to get used to. It's okay. You'll figure it out.
[He grins, then ducks his head again while he brings up the heavy tech-encrusted glove into his lap. From his jacket picket, Nirad produces a small plastic-seeming square. With a few flicks, he shakes it out into a tablet-sized... well, tablet.]
Did you get a databank yet, or nah?
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Date: 2017-05-04 04:34 pm (UTC)[ She'd been looking through it, too, though it was a lot to absorb at once. Mostly, she was interested in the information concerning what might and might not get her killed.
She pulled out both this and the taser she'd been left with, holding the latter gingerly in her other hand. ]
I received this as well. It doesn't look like it packs much of a punch.
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Date: 2017-05-05 02:20 am (UTC)Here, let me see that. [He reaches out to take her databank without looking up from his own. Buzzzz goes the low, soft soft of his mind.] I'll copy my stuff over for you.
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Date: 2017-05-06 03:12 am (UTC)[ She handed the databank over without fuss, more interested in watching how he handled the device than anything else. ]