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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[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. ]