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CHARACTERS: Lexa and Carata
WHERE: The Bearings
WHEN: Day :011
SUMMARY: Speaking to an old host about stuff, also bombing and where she can act next.
WARNINGS: To be updated if necessary.
[It's not that speaking to Nirad hadn't proved helpful. Lexa had gained a wealth of information from him, as well as an idea of the varied sentiments toward the Nest as a whole. No, she wishes to seek out Carata simply because she hasn't much since she's arrived here. Lexa had been uncertain about the woman's cheerful demeanor as a whole since she arrived, but she believed (or hoped) that her current problem could be met with more of a direct answer. While Lexa is well aware that she and Bellamy are hardly the only Hosts who come from the same world, she doesn't want to give any indication about her situation to other people without having a measured understanding of where to begin.
Besides, that isn't the only thing she wishes to discuss, and while the other Hosts might have goals in line and plans in place, one of the senior-most individuals likely has an idea of things are being organized. They've been here longer, and they may be able to assist them.
The recent bombing did set Lexa on edge, and the graffiti that's appeared in the day following makes her uneasy. Now armed with a greater familiarity with what lies inside of her, she finds herself needing to know where to act with that information. Dying is not an option for this cause, and she doesn't want to martyr herself to try to attempt to change the direction of things in this world.
Besides, with all the rumors flung around, she's beginning to grasp that the matter of their mission may not be as simple as it seems. In fact, what if there's a chance that their objective is somehow wrong? Lexa doesn't think so from what Nirad said, but someone (or something) is determined to make it seem that way.
When she approaches Carata, it's after returning to the Bearings after having lunch outside of their humble abode. It's clear that her mind is troubled, but she's trying to put it at ease for this conversation.]
Can we speak somewhere private? If you're available. [Lexa's abrupt, demanding nature is beginning to ease up a bit, except for moments where she thinks it will serve her.
She assumes that it won't here.]
WHERE: The Bearings
WHEN: Day :011
SUMMARY: Speaking to an old host about stuff, also bombing and where she can act next.
WARNINGS: To be updated if necessary.
[It's not that speaking to Nirad hadn't proved helpful. Lexa had gained a wealth of information from him, as well as an idea of the varied sentiments toward the Nest as a whole. No, she wishes to seek out Carata simply because she hasn't much since she's arrived here. Lexa had been uncertain about the woman's cheerful demeanor as a whole since she arrived, but she believed (or hoped) that her current problem could be met with more of a direct answer. While Lexa is well aware that she and Bellamy are hardly the only Hosts who come from the same world, she doesn't want to give any indication about her situation to other people without having a measured understanding of where to begin.
Besides, that isn't the only thing she wishes to discuss, and while the other Hosts might have goals in line and plans in place, one of the senior-most individuals likely has an idea of things are being organized. They've been here longer, and they may be able to assist them.
The recent bombing did set Lexa on edge, and the graffiti that's appeared in the day following makes her uneasy. Now armed with a greater familiarity with what lies inside of her, she finds herself needing to know where to act with that information. Dying is not an option for this cause, and she doesn't want to martyr herself to try to attempt to change the direction of things in this world.
Besides, with all the rumors flung around, she's beginning to grasp that the matter of their mission may not be as simple as it seems. In fact, what if there's a chance that their objective is somehow wrong? Lexa doesn't think so from what Nirad said, but someone (or something) is determined to make it seem that way.
When she approaches Carata, it's after returning to the Bearings after having lunch outside of their humble abode. It's clear that her mind is troubled, but she's trying to put it at ease for this conversation.]
Can we speak somewhere private? If you're available. [Lexa's abrupt, demanding nature is beginning to ease up a bit, except for moments where she thinks it will serve her.
She assumes that it won't here.]
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It will also offer her direction. Even the matter of questioning people would be difficult given her current position (one that she's building upon).]
Very little is straight forward in my experience. [She doesn't seem too bothered by it. Yes, it's disappointing, but she knows better than to act rashly. Besides, the other Hosts might have information on how to apply what she has within her just the same.] And you have been here longer, gathering information. We're all indebted to your knowledge.
[If it seems like gratitude, it's because it is. She sees Nirad and Carata as scouts sent ahead before a full operation could commence. She's fairly certain she's not wrong.]
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[There were many aspects to this mission that Carata and Nirad were uniquely well suited for, but it wasn't always enough. The interference was shockingly well disguised, and it may, in the end, come to some kind of a fight. In that situation they wouldn't fare as well.]
Come on. I think I would like a warm drink before I return to my work.
[She glances out again across the rooftop gardens, many of the flowers closed to protect their fragile petals from the rain, the water beginning to pool enough to slip into the subtle grating. Better to be inside and warm, on a day like this.]
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That sounds like a good idea, [she says agreeably, and just as she had led before, she leads now, heading back toward the exit from the roof.]