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[ someone's up and awake again. Not so tired sounding, though. This time, she's remembered to go and eat before she reaches out to the rest of the hive. ]

( Is anyone in the Bearings that can give me an update on what I've... missed? As much detail as possible.

If it were safer, I might suggest we start keeping more accessible records for these... interludes. )

[ She's not fond of this not knowing everything all the time ever. Which on the note of: she sighs, little echoing tumbling thought that is edged with frustration. ]

( And... does anyone what kind of tricks lions should do? Are they meant to be predators? Are they meant to be tamed?

.... Actually, does anyone know what a lion is? I'm starting to realise I don't know very much about animals if they aren't trying to eat you. Which isn't particularly useful, right now. )

[ ... and for anyone looking for Angel, she will be with a strew of mechanical parts around her that is half in her room, half in the corridor for her shiny new, tackely bright gold performing robotic lion. ]

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[ She's caught, the hiss of words ( you're a siren, angel, you don't need those things - )

and then there's the brush of Darkling's thoughts, comforting, sweet, and she'd prefer to turn into that, then back towards the memory. Uses it like she had before - when he had sobered her before. Calm, centred, she turns into it, lets him settle in that little bit closer to her. ]

( On the ship - I'm not sure.

But have you tried looking into your datapad, there might be something on there too? )

[ As though she were present with him, he feels the way she leans into the brush of his mind, and he leaves it there. Lingering, like a hand tucked into her hair, or along the soft back of her neck. A weight. ]

( I've done my best. But - as we were instructed to keep the datapad offline at all times...

And the network here has absolutely nothing on the topics I've wished to look into. )

[ The weight of his thoughts settle around her comfortable. Weigh her down in just the right way she finds herself always crazy. How Ilde does for her, usually. ]

( What did you want to look into? I hope it's not too arrogant, but you want find anyone better at getting information than me. )

( The symbiote. )

[ Calculating. Shrewd. But right to the point.

He has so many questions about the nature of the thing that binds them all. ]

[ A hum. ]

( You don't go easy, do you?

But that's... trickier. )

( I'd hate to be seen as idle, or uninformed. If we're to live with these things, I want to know.

I plan on speaking with our dear mentors, when we finally return. I'd love your assistance, where you would offer it. )

( I am not sure what can be found out about that, without interacting further with the hive itself.

We could start compiling ourselves, I suppose?

I will do what I can. Cathaway and Prince have both been very considerate to me and in answering my questions and assisting my use of the symbiote and interaction with the hive. Hopefully they will be to you too. )

[ Contrary to everyone... else... that deals with them... she actually got along fairly well with both of them. ]

( I did not have the opportunity to meet with the Prince. Cathaway and I had business to attend to, though she was quite cordial when we spoke. As open as expected, though I did not ask all the questions I now have. )

[ He does not want to fall into the nest, the way Cathaway has. The loss of self is an unbearable thought. The teeming multitude she had become, while a siren's call in regards to power, is not worth the price, not to him. He is cautious. Wishing to understand, not experience - not if it means becoming more like her. ]

( What is it that you are able to do, Angel? I saw the light within you. But it is not a -- form that I recognize. )

( Prince is more helpful in regards to training, I think. At least he has been for me. Cathaway will answer all sorts of questions and help if you ask her too. She trained me to help remove myself when I need to from others of the hive. )

[ Why she needed to - well, for a hundred reasons. But most of them begin and end with Aoba and Petre really and a very awkward conversation that she needed Cathaway to be aware that if she ever slipped up with Petre he might just eat her as a price for it.

His question flusters her a little, though. People notice, of course they do, she literally glowed after all. From within, all deep and bright. But - she thinks she likes how he speaks. It's... not like anyone else she knew. Says a lot, but also says nothing at all, quite probably. ]

( I... we're called sirens, where we come from. After the women from the old stories. It's a little bit complicated because we're all different. But I... it's hard to say all of it exactly anymore. )

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* won't, fingers plz

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