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[favouring]

( nothing about what's happened since nuala made her choice makes a great deal of sense to her. she lives, inexplicably, but there is a wound in her where once her brother was; a hollowness she can't account for, in point of fact the very opposite of what she might have imagined her afterlife to consist of. dressed in strange clothes and adrift in a place even stranger than the BPRD's headquarters, handling truly peculiar technology--

--it is all very small, in the wake of that most important detail. it is, however, a sort of smallness that permits her anything else to think on while she gathers herself enough to, perhaps, investigate its cause. her first contribution to the comms network is therefore simultaneously accidental and very much with purpose: a period of audio recording where nothing much seems to be happening, video of Nuala's hands as she turns the device over several times, of her face as she examines it. audio, again-- an exasperated sigh, a little jostle, and then a startled vocalization followed by a bit of scrambling, and then, finally--

Nuala, having at some point prior to this transmission found her way to the room she's been allocated, looks composed of nothing but determination to be composed. )

Hello.

( ...and patience. she has that, too, in great stores. this is a device for communication. someone is going to communicate with her. eventually, this will begin to make sense again. )

Comments

[favouring]

( Nuala can figure out the colloquialism via context. )

I have been pleasantly surprised by the readiness with which so many have engaged me.

[kutte]

People not so friendly wherever it is you're from?

[ jax can't even attempt to guess at where she's from tbh ]

[favouring]

( it takes her a moment to decide how to answer, weighing her words-- )

It has been many years since last I was in the habit of speaking often with men.

( ... humans, she means. )

[kutte]

[ no, that goes right over jax's head. ]

What's wrong with talking to men?

[favouring]

We went apart, and I have had little contact with your kind.

( this is starting to sound like a weird sex thing, isn't it. i'm so sorry. )

It is a flaw, but one that perhaps may be rectified.

[kutte]

Apart? Like what, you moved away from men?

[ YOUR KIND what does that even mean nuala!! ]

This some religious deal?

[favouring]

( there is a pause, as Nuala reviews the conversation and considers how to clarify. )

I speak of your species, Master Teller. There was a great war, and we deemed it best to be separate, after.

[kutte]

Master Teller? Shit, no need to get that formal about it.

[ gosh nuala!! ]

So lemme get this straight. Where you're from, you guys fought humans and then drew a line in the sand or something, everyone on one side and you guys on the other?

[favouring]

Your mortal kind on one side, and 'everyone else', I suppose, on the other. It was...complex, and I own that many mistakes were made by all of us; had I my time again, I don't believe I would have chosen as I did, then.

But I have lived with it many centuries, and I did not know the things then that I do now.

[kutte]

How many centuries are we talking about, exactly?

[favouring]

Perhaps a little more or a little less than fifty.

( yep. )

[kutte]

You're shitting me, right?

[favouring]

( repressively: )

I am not, sir.

( what language. )

[kutte]

[ oh whoops swearing in front of the princess... ]

It's a figure of speech. Most people I know tap out a lot earlier than that.

[ especially in jax's line of work. ]

[favouring]

So it is with your kind, and so it's always been-- but my people are of different stock.

( well, she isn't holding it against him. ...the language or the short life span. )

[kutte]

Immortal stock, or just sturdier than your average human?

[ things jax never thought he'd ask anyone for five hundred, alex ]

[favouring]

In the very truest sense of the word, I am no immortal.

( she can die. she has died. )

My hair once was gold, but the human children who played alongside me when it first grew long enough to be tied spoke no language still living among your kind.

( her hair still is gold, but only at the ends; it grows pure white from the roots. )

[kutte]

You're still looking to beat me out by a few centuries.

[ as far as jax is concerned, that's close enough. ]

What're you gonna do to keep busy up here? Make conversation?

[favouring]

( a hesitation, then-- )

I'm not yet sure. I have little with me of much practical use, and I don't know what is most needed that I might offer.

[kutte]

Ask that next time. People around here are big on talking about who needs what.

[ which is useful, in its way, or so jax thinks. ]

[favouring]

( thoughtfully-- )

Thank you; I shall. I do poorly in idleness.

[kutte]

Gimme a ring, you ever need an ear to bend.

[favouring]

( oh my god, human colloquialisms. ...the context helps, she's fine. )

I will do that.

( and Nuala, unlike some, really means it when she says she's going to take someone up on their offers of assistance or support. )

[kutte]

[ throws nonsensical colloquialisms in her face, hopes for the best ]

Good. I'll see you around, darlin'.