[It finally looks like she's getting the hang of it. Guy feels some pride in seeing her move around without much trouble and he tucks his blackglass back into his pockets.]
Yeah, you caught on pretty quick. It should be a cakewalk once you've got the basics down. The CDC's pretty diligent when it comes to labeling their information.
[ The odd phrase earns a sideglance, but otherwise Annie simply lets her blackglass rest in her lap. The visible and accessible information is well labeled? Good. She appreciates an efficient system. ]
So it'll be consistent going forward? [ She looks out toward the camp, away from Guy. Her lips press together as she considers how much that may or may not matter to her in the future. How long is she going to be here? She refuses to let herself get killed again, but she can't stop the machinations of transfers. Not that she knows.
Thoughts she doesn't want to linger over. She focuses her attention back on the here and now, shifting further back, lap holding her blackglass as it stares upward, flora information populated on its screen. ]
You weren't injured during your fall earlier today, were you?
[There's a lot of forces outside of their control. How long they'll be on Macha, what mission they'll be sent on next. It's tough to find your footing if you've been dropped in without any warning, like this batch of newbies had been subject to. But at least there's some relief, small as they may be. Files they can peruse, weapons they can keep close.
But it's never really comfort enough. Guy thinks too much about the end days of this planet and of their purpose here. It's helping people that keeps him pushing on, nowadays.
He eases back into his seat, folds his hands in his lap.]
Nah. It takes more than that to knock me out. [Actually-- something's off. He looks up in curiosity.] You saw me out there?
[ It's also easier and more difficult being resigned to the life of a pawn, seeing what next tugs on your strings since you're not the sort to plant your feet and fight with everything you have against the direction you're being lead. Stronger people, better people, might have resistance to offer to these things.
Annie breathes in and sees it as being part of the landscape to accept. This world will be made into nothing. Shuyi will try to prop up a tree that's been torn up. In Annie's eyes, it's cruel, and it's a joke, the kind that she can't find funny.
They were the kind of thoughts she had in the aftermath of sinking her blades into the spines of the Neraki children she'd helped clean up in her stint on Red. Her hands are already stained. She's a tool, just in someone else's hands now, and without the need to lie about it.
Unconsciously, her hands turn palm up. It's a decision she has to make every moment she faces it, owning in a sense what she is, even when it can't be flattering. ]
You could say that.
[ Her fingers twitch inward toward her palms, but she forces them flat. Empty handed - that's how she comes to so much of this. ]
[He doesn't make the connection at first. Comparing that terrifying figure to the small girl before him takes a leap that he doesn't make straightaway. He's still in the middle of fumbling with the pieces he's been given as he looks at her with blatant surprise.]
That was you? [He's seen a giant before: black haired and vicious as it tore through the harpies like they were nothing. When he thinks on it, he hasn't seen that giant around camp since. Not to protect the perimeter, not to interact with rest of the recruits. He figured it was a one-off thing summoned by someone with powers beyond his understanding. The more he thinks on it, the more he recognizes the similarities between the giant woman he'd seen and that creature.
But it's tough to swallow that Annie was the one who did it. Guy frowns.]
[ The surprise he shows is about what she expects, but it's not cutting and jarring like it had been in Stohess. Guy is no one to her. The difference is so strange, even if her audience is of one.
His opinion on things just... doesn't matter.
Her eyes close, brief as she breathes in and out, looking away from him, out across the unfamiliar shapes of this camp. She lifts her shoulders in a half shrug. ]
That was me.
[ There's no answer for how that she wants to explore with him. With anyone. ]
[It's all he says. Being on Macha--on the Neheda, even--has shown him a lot of things. Magic, technology, kid trainers and many forms of "people" he never thought could exist. Needless to say, what he would've thought of as weird has long since passed into the realm of the ordinary.
Which is why Guy says:]
Thanks, then. I don't know if I could've made it out of there myself.
[Regardless of her powers, she helped him. That deserves his gratitude.
Oh, but that's right... Guy's smile becomes a little embarrassed as he waves a hand.]
B-But, don't tell anyone about what happened back there, okay? I'm usually not like that.
[ Huh is going to go on file as one of the other more oh well isn't that a thing moving on responses she's had here. Then again, these people don't have a reason to carry the cultural context for what she is without having spoken with her former comrades in arms to an extent that informed them of such. He moves on from it; so does she.
Though she cants her head to the side at what he wants her to dismiss. She knows why. She just think's it's more bullshit to focus on the human nature of his reaction, since - ]
You're not usually brave enough to deal with an impossible monster that's driving you to scream when you don't know what it's intentions are, but that you accepted assistance from even when it clearly continued to terrify you to do so? I see.
[ - because to her, being able to trust or do any of that had been more markedly impressive than the rest. Screaming? Made sense. Losing control of bladder or bowels? Has happened. Vomiting? That too.
Guy had faced a Titan and he'd been terrified, and he'd still not completely lost himself. There was no shame in his response, not to her. Had he been persistently hysterical, she still wouldn't have blamed him... but that would have been actually embarrassing.
(Though his response earlier hadn't been in knowing this. Hmm...) ]
You'd prefer if people didn't have high expectations of how you work under pressure or when facing the unexpected.
Ha ha, I don't sound reliable when you put it like that.
[One of the upsides working with the CDC was that it prepared you for strange, strange things to either help or kill you. If it wasn't from the planet, and if it didn't attack you right off the bat, there wasn't much use in turning help down when it's offered. He'd been terrified of her giant form. There's no use in trying to cover that up when he'd been trembling in her hand just a few hours earlier.
Fighting huge creatures wasn't anything new. He didn't let himself hesitate when that tentacled behemoth broke the sky, hadn't let his steps falter when monsters attacked back on Auldrant. He's learned long ago doing so meant pain.
It'd been how she had looked that filled him with terror. That face looked too close to a woman's corpse for his liking. It's a miracle he hadn't passed out from that encounter. All things considered, he had handled it well. But it's not easy to undo shame when it sets its roots.
None of this will ever be shared. Guy cants his head with a sigh.]
But it turned out this "impossible monster" was something worse, if you ask me. [A beat. He cracks a smile, amused.] It's just my luck that she was a cheeky teenager all along.
Then no, I'm not. I've been an adult since I turned twelve. So has anyone else from my world, though I won't make claims on how they'll act. Maturity and age aren't the same thing.
[Maybe he should've expected it from what she's told him about her world: enlisted in the military, despite their young age. He's met Mikasa, Hange, has bumped into Jean. All their files pointed them to the same world, overrun by the same monster.
There isn't much childhood to be had in a place like that, huh?]
I get it. [Not her exact situation-- god, he doesn't know if he could imagine that. But that general idea of being forced to grow up at a young age...] Speaking of, I've run into a couple of people from your world. Have you met them yet?
[ Which is all she says about that. There's a finality to her tone of voice that indicates she doesn't really care to talk on this subject at length. Much as he deflects, she'll simply shut down a line of conversation she doesn't want to pursue. ]
I see. I'm sure you'll bump into them sooner or later. [Guy's able to read the atmosphere well enough. It'd be a lie to say his curiosity isn't roused by her blunt rejection, but he doesn't know her well enough to push her. In any case, this was meant to be a breather after their impromptu mission. He acknowledges her answer with a nod before opting for another subject.]
Anyway... you think you've got the gist of the blackglass? Do you know how to call people up with it?
[Guy's eyes light up. Explaining new features of the blackglass--especially features he never had the chance to indulge in back home--was something he was more than happy to do.]
These devices can transfer sound. Say you want to talk to someone across from camp. Rather than meeting up with them, you can pull up their name and talk through the blackglass instead. It's neat and convenient!
She can see the practical value in that, but at the same time, missing all the visual cues so important in conversation? Geez... and needing to be good at moderating tone, to boot. (Of course this is where her mind goes.) At the same time, it's a perplexing, curious reality. ]
[ That...... makes sense, actually. How all this is being transferred - and that! That word is one she latches on to and turns over mentally. Transferring vibrations of sound... transferring letters in sequences. If telegrams had even existed she might better understand in a familiar sense, but as it is, she's cobbling together an understanding from vague senses of "this and that add up to another thing altogether." ]
Hm... is there a limit to the distances over which this functions? Or is the... network you're talking about maintained by the Neheda itself?
[ Something large and up on high might be able to manipulate the way things were transferred, and how far. If she starts thinking of it as being an invisible relay... or if anyone explains waves to her................ ]
[Both are good questions. He's pondered over the how of it the past couple of months, though full understanding still eludes him. But he knows the answers, at least.]
Last I checked, they're good wherever you go. Ghost's the guy who manages the network. He'd probably know the nuts and bolts of it. [It reminds him that he's got to ask about it at some point in the future.]
[ Her Instructor. Annie keeps that in mind, much as she takes those words - manages the network - and decides then and there that anything she writes or speaks about on this blackglass or her cuff will have to be what she doesn't mind being public to their superior officers. At all times.
Paranoia or wise steps taken? Sometimes they're the same thing. ]
I may get around to asking him... eventually. Sometime after introductions.
[ Will anything he say really make sense to her? She's not sure. Her best chance is in trying... or talking to recruits who've been trying to learn, who may have ways of explaining she better relates to. ]
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Yeah, you caught on pretty quick. It should be a cakewalk once you've got the basics down. The CDC's pretty diligent when it comes to labeling their information.
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So it'll be consistent going forward? [ She looks out toward the camp, away from Guy. Her lips press together as she considers how much that may or may not matter to her in the future. How long is she going to be here? She refuses to let herself get killed again, but she can't stop the machinations of transfers. Not that she knows.
Thoughts she doesn't want to linger over. She focuses her attention back on the here and now, shifting further back, lap holding her blackglass as it stares upward, flora information populated on its screen. ]
You weren't injured during your fall earlier today, were you?
wow im sorry for sudden ~brooding~ thoughts
But it's never really comfort enough. Guy thinks too much about the end days of this planet and of their purpose here. It's helping people that keeps him pushing on, nowadays.
He eases back into his seat, folds his hands in his lap.]
Nah. It takes more than that to knock me out. [Actually-- something's off. He looks up in curiosity.] You saw me out there?
don't apologize i love this stuff so much aaah
Annie breathes in and sees it as being part of the landscape to accept. This world will be made into nothing. Shuyi will try to prop up a tree that's been torn up. In Annie's eyes, it's cruel, and it's a joke, the kind that she can't find funny.
They were the kind of thoughts she had in the aftermath of sinking her blades into the spines of the Neraki children she'd helped clean up in her stint on Red. Her hands are already stained. She's a tool, just in someone else's hands now, and without the need to lie about it.
Unconsciously, her hands turn palm up. It's a decision she has to make every moment she faces it, owning in a sense what she is, even when it can't be flattering. ]
You could say that.
[ Her fingers twitch inward toward her palms, but she forces them flat. Empty handed - that's how she comes to so much of this. ]
I did pick you back up, after all.
good ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡
That was you? [He's seen a giant before: black haired and vicious as it tore through the harpies like they were nothing. When he thinks on it, he hasn't seen that giant around camp since. Not to protect the perimeter, not to interact with rest of the recruits. He figured it was a one-off thing summoned by someone with powers beyond his understanding. The more he thinks on it, the more he recognizes the similarities between the giant woman he'd seen and that creature.
But it's tough to swallow that Annie was the one who did it. Guy frowns.]
How?
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His opinion on things just... doesn't matter.
Her eyes close, brief as she breathes in and out, looking away from him, out across the unfamiliar shapes of this camp. She lifts her shoulders in a half shrug. ]
That was me.
[ There's no answer for how that she wants to explore with him. With anyone. ]
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[It's all he says. Being on Macha--on the Neheda, even--has shown him a lot of things. Magic, technology, kid trainers and many forms of "people" he never thought could exist. Needless to say, what he would've thought of as weird has long since passed into the realm of the ordinary.
Which is why Guy says:]
Thanks, then. I don't know if I could've made it out of there myself.
[Regardless of her powers, she helped him. That deserves his gratitude.
Oh, but that's right... Guy's smile becomes a little embarrassed as he waves a hand.]
B-But, don't tell anyone about what happened back there, okay? I'm usually not like that.
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Though she cants her head to the side at what he wants her to dismiss. She knows why. She just think's it's more bullshit to focus on the human nature of his reaction, since - ]
You're not usually brave enough to deal with an impossible monster that's driving you to scream when you don't know what it's intentions are, but that you accepted assistance from even when it clearly continued to terrify you to do so? I see.
[ - because to her, being able to trust or do any of that had been more markedly impressive than the rest. Screaming? Made sense. Losing control of bladder or bowels? Has happened. Vomiting? That too.
Guy had faced a Titan and he'd been terrified, and he'd still not completely lost himself. There was no shame in his response, not to her. Had he been persistently hysterical, she still wouldn't have blamed him... but that would have been actually embarrassing.
(Though his response earlier hadn't been in knowing this. Hmm...) ]
You'd prefer if people didn't have high expectations of how you work under pressure or when facing the unexpected.
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[One of the upsides working with the CDC was that it prepared you for strange, strange things to either help or kill you. If it wasn't from the planet, and if it didn't attack you right off the bat, there wasn't much use in turning help down when it's offered. He'd been terrified of her giant form. There's no use in trying to cover that up when he'd been trembling in her hand just a few hours earlier.
Fighting huge creatures wasn't anything new. He didn't let himself hesitate when that tentacled behemoth broke the sky, hadn't let his steps falter when monsters attacked back on Auldrant. He's learned long ago doing so meant pain.
It'd been how she had looked that filled him with terror. That face looked too close to a woman's corpse for his liking. It's a miracle he hadn't passed out from that encounter. All things considered, he had handled it well. But it's not easy to undo shame when it sets its roots.
None of this will ever be shared. Guy cants his head with a sigh.]
But it turned out this "impossible monster" was something worse, if you ask me. [A beat. He cracks a smile, amused.] It's just my luck that she was a cheeky teenager all along.
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"Teenager?"
[ Your language is nonsense, sir, even if she could pick the word apart to guess that it's a reference to age. ]
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Yeah. You are one, right?
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[ Canting her head to the side. ]
Unless you're using it as another word for "young adult." I haven't heard "teenager" before.
[ You're the one with weird cultural barriers... in snk verse they've all been adults since 12... ]
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He figures some words wouldn't translate over well. "Young adult" is basically what he meant, but he'll elaborate on it a little.]
You're almost there. Where I come from, "teenager" would mean someone who's almost an adult, but not quite. They're just on that cusp.
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[ She holds up a hand, palm out to Guy. ]
Then no, I'm not. I've been an adult since I turned twelve. So has anyone else from my world, though I won't make claims on how they'll act. Maturity and age aren't the same thing.
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There isn't much childhood to be had in a place like that, huh?]
I get it. [Not her exact situation-- god, he doesn't know if he could imagine that. But that general idea of being forced to grow up at a young age...] Speaking of, I've run into a couple of people from your world. Have you met them yet?
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[ Which is all she says about that. There's a finality to her tone of voice that indicates she doesn't really care to talk on this subject at length. Much as he deflects, she'll simply shut down a line of conversation she doesn't want to pursue. ]
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Anyway... you think you've got the gist of the blackglass? Do you know how to call people up with it?
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Ah... no, not exactly. What do you mean by call?
[ She assumes that's vocal. Having not witnessed the call from their new Security Officer, Annie hasn't seen such in action so far. ]
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These devices can transfer sound. Say you want to talk to someone across from camp. Rather than meeting up with them, you can pull up their name and talk through the blackglass instead. It's neat and convenient!
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She can see the practical value in that, but at the same time, missing all the visual cues so important in conversation? Geez... and needing to be good at moderating tone, to boot. (Of course this is where her mind goes.) At the same time, it's a perplexing, curious reality. ]
How?
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I'm sure it's got something to do with transferring the vibrations of sound through whatever's composing the network.
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Hm... is there a limit to the distances over which this functions? Or is the... network you're talking about maintained by the Neheda itself?
[ Something large and up on high might be able to manipulate the way things were transferred, and how far. If she starts thinking of it as being an invisible relay... or if anyone explains waves to her................ ]
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Last I checked, they're good wherever you go. Ghost's the guy who manages the network. He'd probably know the nuts and bolts of it. [It reminds him that he's got to ask about it at some point in the future.]
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Paranoia or wise steps taken? Sometimes they're the same thing. ]
I may get around to asking him... eventually. Sometime after introductions.
[ Will anything he say really make sense to her? She's not sure. Her best chance is in trying... or talking to recruits who've been trying to learn, who may have ways of explaining she better relates to. ]