Hello, it's me

[perroquet]

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: Hyrypia - The Swept Manor Grounds
WHEN: Morning of day 12
SUMMARY: Rudely calling like 80% of the Nest out for being cagey.
WARNINGS: Will update as necessary.



(Hello! Am I doing this right? Hello!!! Good morning!!)

[ The red sun is hardly up, it's barely after breakfast, some of the members of the nest may still be sleeping - and this one doesn't seem to mind. He noisily floods the network like a one-man-band who just won the lottery, his very thoughts musical and abrasively cheerful. ]

(It's been several long days since my young broodmate and I joined you in this dustbowl, but I have yet to meet all of you properly. I understand we're working covertly, but you're all quite cagey for being connected in the head, you know that?)

[ There's either a slight tone of vindication, as though he believes most have earned this morning call for being so standoffish. Or perhaps he's just being loud because he's inexperienced with the symbiote still. Possibly both. It's hard to tell through the band playing behind every word. ]

(Most of you don't know me yet, but I want to get to know every single one of you. Since we have another day here, I'd like to get started. Here, I'll go first-

My name is Gildor Helyanwe, and I'm a bard from Esterport. How are all of you? Well I hope, not getting too hot, learning to ride those constructs?)

[ The band stops. Crickets chirp, though hopefully not for long. If he's left hanging, he has no qualms over striking up the mental orchestra next. ]

Comments

[perroquet]

(Ha, well, being blind I suppose it does feel a bit like that, yes.)

[ There's a dip in his tone, but no bitterness to the words. Just an amused sense of relation to their current situation. The music of his mind continues, light and cheerful as ever. ]

(Now don't count yourself out there! I'm sure the skills of a warrior will prove useful despite our need for discretion. It's nice to know there is a hunter among us when we are, in a sense, hunting for this mysterious enemy.)

[huntsmachines]

[ Aloy's response is a mental note of amusement and a bit of grateful relief. She's being humble, true, but it's nice to have someone so positive and affirming comapred to some of the doomsayers in the Nest. There's a brief pause, unsure if her words have offended him, but the conversation rolls on. ]

( I suppose that's true! I just wish they left a trail I could follow instead of flailing around. It feels that way, anyhow. )

[perroquet]

(It's still early yet, isn't it? Chin up, perhaps we'll be so lucky as to catch them soon. Do let the Nest know if your tracking skills find you anything.)

[ A convenient way of including himself. Let the Nest know, let them all know, let him know. So many went to investigate the source of collective dread, yet none made an effort to share any findings. Even if they turned up nothing, he's a tad bitter about it. ]

(And let me know if I can help with anything. As a bard I am here to support my new comrades however I can, morally, medically, or magically.)

[ His mental song continues to play soothing notes for her, as if to demonstrate just that. A clarinet solo he remembers from time spent in the bard's guild, clear as the first time he heard it. ]