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thisavrou_log2016-07-18 02:40 pm
petridish) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-18 02:40 pm
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Who: Clone Shepard and Nihlus Kryik
When: July 16th
Where: Just outside the medbay, moving into the cargo bay
What: Sitrep after being in cryo and mail check (and overflows from previous months)
Warnings: Possible references to past violence and body horror (Caducus Secondary event chat)
Coming out of cryostasis is uncomfortably similar to coming out of her growth tank, but this time, she has the language to articulate that in her head, and there's no Brooks waiting to teach her everything she knows.
She dresses quickly and only holds still long enough for a checkup on what was supposed to be a simple repair for her cell deterioration but had gotten complicated enough to necessitate her stay in cryo. While she waits, she checks her MID, her eyes widening at how much time she's lost, and sends a text. The second she has the medical all clear, she's out of there.
Out in the hallway, she touch types a second message to Shepard, and happens to catch sight of Nihlus coming towards her. Damnit, she'd just wanted to go and check what she's received in the cargo bay, not have to deal with the alien who could ruin her. She gives him a nod of greeting. "Nihlus."
When: July 16th
Where: Just outside the medbay, moving into the cargo bay
What: Sitrep after being in cryo and mail check (and overflows from previous months)
Warnings: Possible references to past violence and body horror (Caducus Secondary event chat)
Coming out of cryostasis is uncomfortably similar to coming out of her growth tank, but this time, she has the language to articulate that in her head, and there's no Brooks waiting to teach her everything she knows.
She dresses quickly and only holds still long enough for a checkup on what was supposed to be a simple repair for her cell deterioration but had gotten complicated enough to necessitate her stay in cryo. While she waits, she checks her MID, her eyes widening at how much time she's lost, and sends a text. The second she has the medical all clear, she's out of there.
Out in the hallway, she touch types a second message to Shepard, and happens to catch sight of Nihlus coming towards her. Damnit, she'd just wanted to go and check what she's received in the cargo bay, not have to deal with the alien who could ruin her. She gives him a nod of greeting. "Nihlus."
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It's said with some level of cockiness, but if Nihlus is being honest...
Well, he would.
It would be awkward initially, yes, but how long that went on for would entirely depend on this other version of himself. This Nihlus here had cultivated his ability to get along with people and sharpened it into one of the most powerful tools in his arsenal. This Nihlus would have very little problem dealing with another version of himself.
And... if he's honest, he kind suspects he's one of the probability branches with the better outcomes here, the 'easier life'.
"I have scale, personally," he continues tone light. "It's the 'are they more or less of an asshole than Saren?' scale. As long as they're less than or equal to his level of assholishness, I can get along with them. This is still dependent on transgressions they have actually committed, of course, versus them just having something that I don't."
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"Good for you."
Having never met Saren, she can't relate to this scale, but she isn't about to say that in public. But she's spent months carefully getting along with people when she has to. It's just easier to avoid having to.
"I can get along with her. We're going out for dinner tomorrow. But I don't see how the amount of time I choose to spend with her is any of your business."
Looking away from him, she catches the eye of a waiter and handsigns for the check. "I'm full," she says over her shoulder to Nihlus. She's not - she already regrets leaving her plate - but it gets her away from him.
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More pressingly... this wasn't the script Nihlus had been expecting.
He's not entirely sure what he'd been expecting, really. The caginess, yes. The quiet resentment about Shepard's... everything, also yes. But the quiet acceptance of the state of things and her apparent willingness to cooperate for the sake of peace? Even to the extent where she's willing to keep pretending to be someone she loathed? A selfish desire fore peace, but still an unexpected variable.
"Wait."
And there's a change in his tones now: the playfully menacing knife's edge fades into something softer and more contemplative, quieter. Setting down his utensils he peers up at the clone, searching her face as if he could somehow find his answers there.
"... I'm sorry."
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Her expression shutters, trying to keep a handle on her bewilderment as the waiter brings the check. She deliberately ignores Nihlus while signing off on her card and gathering her things, only meeting his eyes again once she's ready to leave - jacket on, shopping collected.
"What for?" she demands, her face stony. After this roundabout interrogation by someone who knows she's the clone, an apology is the last thing she expects, and wasn't even in the realm of things she wants. If anything, she wants to know what this whole routine was for, not what the apology was for, but that question skirts dangerously close to a public admission by either one of them.