"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.
Wait, that's not it, is it? The only reason you came in for?
[For as long as she had been in the Guard, Maketh and Henry have been close, yet Rey barely knows this guy. It seems odd for him to come in for the sole purpose of giving her a story and the stink eye.]
[It seems strange to him to come to this establishment for those — and he had no idea what sodas are. Fortunately, being medieval, there is an eternally appropriate choice for when one intends to work the rest of the day.]
[An ale it is. Rey couldn't tell if Henry was the type to drink, and she hasn't exactly been at this long enough to guess just by taking a look at someone, if that's even a thing.
[Either way, she has some stored away in a cooler. Henry might not be used to "cold ones" by the time he's from, but that's what he's about to have.]
Here. Still working on the brewing part of this whole thing. [She's got wine and liquor down just fine, but not quite beer. Should be fine, though.]
[Of all the things she expected to hear, honoring an age old "tradition" isn't one of them. It's a good thing she wasn't in the middle of taking a drink, or it'd have been spat clear across the counter.
[Instead, Rey just chokes out a laugh, half anticipating Henry to consider it a joke, and then not...]
Probably the only custom...
[She snorts as she starts to pour herself a dark drink of her own.] Besides, Firo helps, too. [He might be girly, but he'd probably have a heart attack if he heard what Henry just said.]
Apparently. [Rey might have a type, but hell if she has any idea what it would be.] And no, don't think that many people would have that assumption.
[Rey doesn't exactly exude femininity. That doesn't mean she finds it inherently a bad thing. In fact, she finds herself rather attracted to it, hence her own tastes.]
He's a pretty good guy. We apparently knew each other in some other world -- not that either of us remember that. Guess he was something of a brother there as well, though.
Sort of. Don't remember it, because it happened to another... Well, guess you could call it another version of myself.
[That's the only way she can describe it, as the concept isn't new to her, having been various different people before. But those lives she can remember. Living a life on a spaceship that crashed into an alien planet, having survived there long enough to have made a family for herself? That's new.]
[He's encountered two different versions of the same person in Hadriel before, so it's not an entirely new concept to Henry. He did his best to sever that connection in his mind, but that was as an observer. He would despise having to compete for ownership of his own identity, personally.]
...You do not consider it entirely separate from yourself?
Yes and no. It isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened. Just the first time it's been... interdimensional or whatever. And just because you can't remember something doesn't make what happened any less real to those people who do.
I have known her since the day she was dragged here. The armoury's offerings were relics to her, and she wished to know how they were used in warfare. None were better suited to the task than me. When she was transforming into a wendigo, she asked that I mercy kill her. After that we became friends.
[Henry gives a shrug of his shoulders to suggest that there wasn't really a single moment when it happened; it was the culmination of a myriad of shared experiences.]
Rely upon and keep the company of another for long enough and they grow dear to you. We have been through much together. I trust her as I trust no other.
[Henry gives Rey a half-smile, then downs the rest of his ale. A stray thought nags at the back of his mind: what does it mean that Maketh has been distant in recent months and regards him as a source of guilt?
[Before Rey is able to ask Henry if he'd like a refill on his drink, his question catches her off guard. She blinks at him a moment.]
Well, um... [She raises a brow at the ceiling.] Guess we met here, actually. Before it was... this, and before Delight was revived.
[Huh. Imagine that.]
We shared a few drinks. Talked. Ah. One time, after being sent home, was brought back in a bad way. Got seriously hurt by someone in my world. Maketh watched over me for a bit, during the healing process.
[Pause.] It was rocky sometimes, because of... how she can be. Wanted her to try to be better. Wanted to help.
[Something that they both seem to have in common. They want to be better people. It doesn't always work out, but that's why they have people to keep them grounded. Rey has Nick, and it looks like Maketh as Henry.]
It's good, that she's had someone like you around. [Rey can't help but admit that. Henry seems like good people.]
[Henry nods as he listens, smiling slightly. He then pushes a hand through his hair, dipping his head.]
At present she avoids me when she knows that I will like not her choices, where once we confronted them together. These days she has Hux to confirm that the Empire's ways are correct. But what cares so evil a cur for the staining of her soul?
[He shakes his head.]
She fails to see the goodness in herself. I would not see that become her undoing. 'Tis a relief that she spends her time with you, and not merely conspiring with Hux.
[Rey frowns. She's heard a bit of Hux from Nick; seen him on the network. Hardly the sort of crowd that she would want Maketh in. And while Rey is one to believe in choice, she's known Maketh long enough to see that the woman doesn't always make the best decisions for herself.]
Thanks, for bringing this up. [Rey sighs, scratching her forehead in thought.] She's told me before, how the Empire killed her. In the end of all this, there's nothing for her to return to. We're sent home, she dies. The synthetics win, kill the gods, she dies.
[Well, this sure is a better note to leave on than a threat. Rey takes his empty glass, setting it aside for cleaning later as Henry withdraws from his seat.]
All right. Guess this means we'll be in contact more?
[Pff. This must be what it's like to meet your girlfriend's family.]
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[She stops, then blinks.]
Wait, that's not it, is it? The only reason you came in for?
[For as long as she had been in the Guard, Maketh and Henry have been close, yet Rey barely knows this guy. It seems odd for him to come in for the sole purpose of giving her a story and the stink eye.]
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[Why else, naturally?]
As such, I will take my leave of you.
[And unless Rey has something to say, then he's just going to go ahead and do that.
Nice socialising, Henry.]
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DAMMIT HENRY, YOU COME INTO MY BARHOUSE, THREATEN ME, AND THEN WALK OUT. WHAT KINDA MAN ARE YOU]So, what? That's all you planned to say? Just storytime and go?
[She raises a brow as he starts to leave.]
The least you could do is drink something. Not everything here is alcohol, if that's not your thing.
Or just -- sit down and have a proper conversation. Whatever. [Yes, that's Rey giving criticism on socializing. What a hypocrite.]
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He prefers the kind of socialising where you hit each other with swords and lances. But he supposes he ought to know Maketh's lover better.
But he does turn back and take a seat at the bar.]
Fine. [He folds his arm on the bar.] What do you have?
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Well, what do you like? Have a selected variety of sodas and juices, as well as tea or coffee, if that's more your thing.
[Not everyone who comes in here is looking to get smashed, and coffee goes pretty good with some liquor.]
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An ale will do.
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[Either way, she has some stored away in a cooler. Henry might not be used to "cold ones" by the time he's from, but that's what he's about to have.]
Here. Still working on the brewing part of this whole thing. [She's got wine and liquor down just fine, but not quite beer. Should be fine, though.]
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A touch of amusement graces his brown eyes, and he half-smiles.]
Back home brewing, by tradition, is a woman's profession. You continue an old custom.
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[Instead, Rey just chokes out a laugh, half anticipating Henry to consider it a joke, and then not...]
Probably the only custom...
[She snorts as she starts to pour herself a dark drink of her own.] Besides, Firo helps, too. [He might be girly, but he'd probably have a heart attack if he heard what Henry just said.]
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[Rey's not exactly the most feminine of women. Between her and Lilith, he's worked out that Maketh likes her women rough.
In fairness to his sister, he's never much cared for meekness either.]
I do not believe that I have met your Firo.
[Which is probably for the best, given how morally upright Henry is.]
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[Rey doesn't exactly exude femininity. That doesn't mean she finds it inherently a bad thing. In fact, she finds herself rather attracted to it, hence her own tastes.]
He's a pretty good guy. We apparently knew each other in some other world -- not that either of us remember that. Guess he was something of a brother there as well, though.
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You— Wait. You have suffered this.... circumstance afore?
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Sort of. Don't remember it, because it happened to another... Well, guess you could call it another version of myself.
[That's the only way she can describe it, as the concept isn't new to her, having been various different people before. But those lives she can remember. Living a life on a spaceship that crashed into an alien planet, having survived there long enough to have made a family for herself? That's new.]
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...You do not consider it entirely separate from yourself?
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[Rey learned that the hard way.]
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I am relieved 'tis no concern of mine.
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Lucky you. [She takes a drink, eyes on Henry over the brim of the glass.] So how did you and Maketh come to be like-family?
[Because she's hazarding a guess that they don't even share the same world, let alone the same gene pool.]
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[Henry gives a shrug of his shoulders to suggest that there wasn't really a single moment when it happened; it was the culmination of a myriad of shared experiences.]
Rely upon and keep the company of another for long enough and they grow dear to you. We have been through much together. I trust her as I trust no other.
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That is... a lot like how things have gotten between me and Nick.
[Who she is sure Henry knows, given Nick's status in the Guard.]
It's good to have someone like that.
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[Henry gives Rey a half-smile, then downs the rest of his ale. A stray thought nags at the back of his mind: what does it mean that Maketh has been distant in recent months and regards him as a source of guilt?
He pushes it away.]
What of you and Maketh?
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Well, um... [She raises a brow at the ceiling.] Guess we met here, actually. Before it was... this, and before Delight was revived.
[Huh. Imagine that.]
We shared a few drinks. Talked. Ah. One time, after being sent home, was brought back in a bad way. Got seriously hurt by someone in my world. Maketh watched over me for a bit, during the healing process.
[Pause.] It was rocky sometimes, because of... how she can be. Wanted her to try to be better. Wanted to help.
[Something that they both seem to have in common. They want to be better people. It doesn't always work out, but that's why they have people to keep them grounded. Rey has Nick, and it looks like Maketh as Henry.]
It's good, that she's had someone like you around. [Rey can't help but admit that. Henry seems like good people.]
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At present she avoids me when she knows that I will like not her choices, where once we confronted them together. These days she has Hux to confirm that the Empire's ways are correct. But what cares so evil a cur for the staining of her soul?
[He shakes his head.]
She fails to see the goodness in herself. I would not see that become her undoing. 'Tis a relief that she spends her time with you, and not merely conspiring with Hux.
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Thanks, for bringing this up. [Rey sighs, scratching her forehead in thought.] She's told me before, how the Empire killed her. In the end of all this, there's nothing for her to return to. We're sent home, she dies. The synthetics win, kill the gods, she dies.
[She lowers her arms over the bartop.]
Won't let them kill her again.
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A moment later, he takes a step back and says:]
I ought to be off.
[He feels like all that needs to said has been said, and he's satisfied they're on the same page.]
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All right. Guess this means we'll be in contact more?
[Pff. This must be what it's like to meet your girlfriend's family.]
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