"not here right now.
leave a message. will get back to you soon.
probably."
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NOTE: As of 12/2016, Rey has adopted the alias "Fiona Stransky" when working with the Guard. Something to keep in mind, as Rey maintains a low profile with her involvement in the group. Other than what is mentioned in the Guard records, there is no trace of a "Fiona" identified on the network.
[His response is an answer in itself. Something for her to sit and think on more than speculate. She folds her arms over her chest, watching Sorrow handle the gun with curiosity.
[And then she has to consider his following request. While many others have their reasons to lack trust in these gods, Rey is pretty certain that they're everyone's best chance at even having a chance in this place. That has to count for something.]
Long as you return it. [She pauses, then adds:] Might be strong enough alone, but am living with someone who is not. And he isn't the type who'd ask for help.
[Which is stressful, considering Nick's lame state. But it is what it is.]
Are you planning to study it because you want to understand the technology better, or do you think you can replicate it? [Because the latter could be useful.]
[Sorrow nods once, pleased that she's allowing him to take it for now. Pleased enough, that when she mentions her friend, he tilts his head, generously.]
I can ask Rage to supplement you with something in the meantime. As my thanks.
[And then he has to think on her question as he tucks the weapon away into his coat.]
To understand. I don't want to replicate something like this.
[What Sorrow says next does come as some assurances to Rey. Microwave energy weapons in the hands of many people, whether they be gods or otherwise, isn't good for anyone. Let alone the whole city.]
Appreciate it. If you want to know anything, such as how it works-- [She gestures to the gun.] We used them for combat. Back home. Have been trained for it.
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I've seen a similar weapon.
[He turns it over, fingers tightening a little, getting a feeling for it.]
On a much larger scale.
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[This comes as an actual surprise to Rey, considering the primitive sort of technologies in this place.]
Am assuming that this is from before the Door brought us here. Wouldn't have thought you guys could make something like maser weaponry.
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[He corrects gently, a little less severe than usual.]
Not created by us.
[There's a long and thoughtful pause before Sorrow tilts his head back up toward Rey, as if jarring himself back to the present.]
Would you mind if I kept this for a short time? I'd like to study it more in-depth.
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[And then she has to consider his following request. While many others have their reasons to lack trust in these gods, Rey is pretty certain that they're everyone's best chance at even having a chance in this place. That has to count for something.]
Long as you return it. [She pauses, then adds:] Might be strong enough alone, but am living with someone who is not. And he isn't the type who'd ask for help.
[Which is stressful, considering Nick's lame state. But it is what it is.]
Are you planning to study it because you want to understand the technology better, or do you think you can replicate it? [Because the latter could be useful.]
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I can ask Rage to supplement you with something in the meantime. As my thanks.
[And then he has to think on her question as he tucks the weapon away into his coat.]
To understand. I don't want to replicate something like this.
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[What Sorrow says next does come as some assurances to Rey. Microwave energy weapons in the hands of many people, whether they be gods or otherwise, isn't good for anyone. Let alone the whole city.]
Appreciate it. If you want to know anything, such as how it works-- [She gestures to the gun.] We used them for combat. Back home. Have been trained for it.
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[Is all that he has to say about that. There's another pause, one long enough that it might be awkward, before he changes the subject lightly.]
If you have no more concerns, I'll take my leave.
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[She waves a hand, dismissive.] Hey, it's your temple.
But sure. We'll be in touch.
[Or, they better be. Because she wants to know what the hell it is about the maser that has even a god's interest so piqued.]