"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.
[There are a lot of things that would have surprised Rey a few years ago.
[Now? Not so much. Atem might not have told Rey, but she recalls seeing the weird child he was, huddling in a barrel in the cellar of her Speakeasy. The way he dressed definitely left implications of what Atem just confirmed. He might've said he was a king, but sure as hell not that.]
Ah. Guess that makes sense. [Somehow.] You know, that probably explains a lot.
[She probably shouldn't talk when there's a guy holding implements close to her eyes, even when she has them both shut now. It's a quiet reflex she has to avoid.]
「He's been doing this for a long time now, or at least he used to, it's just some eye shadow, he's not gonna hurt her for moving. He also seems to be almost done, smearing with his thumb a little of it instead.」
[She manages to open the other eye that Atem is done with.]
You strike me as the type of guy who's used to just doing whatever the hell he wants. Don't have to be a king for that, but... [Le shrug. She closes her eye again and waits for him to finish.]
[Isn't that always how it is? Oh well. Rey could ask him about it some more, but maybe later.
[And it's probably for the best not to go overboard with her. Rey probably wouldn't know what to do with herself otherwise.]
You are? [She looks at him. Blinks a few times. Her face feels weird, for even as little as he did.] If there's nothing else you want to ask, speak now or forever hold your peace.
[Pulling his leg, huh? Rey brushes off some strands of loose hair from her neck. She cants her head before turning to Atem and recites, totally serious, from memory:]
Strophe, ultimate goddess, still you give to your poet the brilliant idea the flame familiar I, to you, while you gush vividly from my heart will offer for a ryhme the ice cold breath of a man about to die.
[As she finishes, she adds:] Like a beautiful day in May, from Andrea Chénier. Obviously the aria's not sung in English, though.
Excuse you. There's a lot you don't know about me.
[Or the other people that Rey has been, for that matter. While that's not necessarily a bad thing...
[Atem doesn't think she'd actually do it, does he? Well, he'll be surprised when she does, in fact, take him up on his challenge -- although it takes some focus not to let the godly influence of auto-translation get in the way of her singing in another language. Does the bathroom have A+ acoustics, or is it just her?
[Either way, when she's done, she clears her throat, coughs into her hand.] Sorry. Not much of a tenor.
[It's not all that often that she sings. Even with the karaoke setup she has at the Speakeasy, she's never shown off. Maybe in the shower or while she's working, but rarely for an "audience".
[At Atem's question, Rey just gestures at her glammed up hair and face.]
Well, you're looking at some of them. I also suck at the harmonica, among a lot of other things.
「This is the best day ever. For reals. Her singing not only makes him happy, but Tripod observes at them both from the entrance, his big cute eye going between the two and before Atem says anything else he makes these cute sounds at Rey.」
Seems he liked it too.
「Everyone is cute in this house! Nick too, surely!」
I'll clean here if you wanna go ahead to the Speakeasy.
Oh well, everyone's got to have some flaws, you know?
[Not that Rey doesn't have truckloads of them, many of which Atem has seen, but... We'll not go there.
[She glances over to Tripod's commentary before kneeling down to give him a good scritch over the head, then scoops him into her arms when she gets back to her feet. He's got more things to say about this, apparently.]
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Memories? Do I even want to know?
[Hey now, Rey. There are plenty of guys who wear makeup. Mostly the ones she can think of are models and actors, though.]
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Makeup was an everyday thing when I was alive. As Pharaoh I had to look... perfect all the time.
「Wait, he cant recall if he's told her that part, he's told her about being a king or something close, right?」
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[Now? Not so much. Atem might not have told Rey, but she recalls seeing the weird child he was, huddling in a barrel in the cellar of her Speakeasy. The way he dressed definitely left implications of what Atem just confirmed. He might've said he was a king, but sure as hell not that.]
Ah. Guess that makes sense. [Somehow.] You know, that probably explains a lot.
[She probably shouldn't talk when there's a guy holding implements close to her eyes, even when she has them both shut now. It's a quiet reflex she has to avoid.]
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「He's been doing this for a long time now, or at least he used to, it's just some eye shadow, he's not gonna hurt her for moving. He also seems to be almost done, smearing with his thumb a little of it instead.」
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[She manages to open the other eye that Atem is done with.]
You strike me as the type of guy who's used to just doing whatever the hell he wants. Don't have to be a king for that, but... [Le shrug. She closes her eye again and waits for him to finish.]
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I think that's a bit of a misconception. I couldn't do everything that I wanted, you know?
「Eh, you win some, you lose some.」
I'm done.
「He could have gone further but he figures that's good enough.」
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[Isn't that always how it is? Oh well. Rey could ask him about it some more, but maybe later.
[And it's probably for the best not to go overboard with her. Rey probably wouldn't know what to do with herself otherwise.]
You are? [She looks at him. Blinks a few times. Her face feels weird, for even as little as he did.] If there's nothing else you want to ask, speak now or forever hold your peace.
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Hehe... [She lightly touches the side of her hair with a lipsided grin.] Haven't looked like this since going to the opera a few years back.
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Opera...? Really?
「Her??」
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What, that really surprises you? That's why I learned Italian.
[Not that that's super obvious.]
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「Not obvious at all, lady!」
action. she can be p cute sometimes, nurr.
Strophe, ultimate goddess,
still you give to your poet the brilliant idea
the flame familiar
I, to you, while you gush vividly
from my heart
will offer for a ryhme
the ice cold breath of a man about to die.
[As she finishes, she adds:] Like a beautiful day in May, from Andrea Chénier. Obviously the aria's not sung in English, though.
[But it was one of Undine's favorites.]
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「That's actually, nice. He seems surprised, pleasantly so, all she has to do is look at that smile.」
Are you sure you're Rey?
「Inner joke? Get it? Inner? ... :)」
Now sing it in Italian!
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[Or the other people that Rey has been, for that matter. While that's not necessarily a bad thing...
[Atem doesn't think she'd actually do it, does he? Well, he'll be surprised when she does, in fact, take him up on his challenge -- although it takes some focus not to let the godly influence of auto-translation get in the way of her singing in another language. Does the bathroom have A+ acoustics, or is it just her?
[Either way, when she's done, she clears her throat, coughs into her hand.] Sorry. Not much of a tenor.
[Still, she can sing. So there.]
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And when she's done, Atem's grin couldn't be bigger.」
Wow... I mean, bravo!
「There, some clapping and all.」
Is there anything you're not good at?
「She's pretty amazing!」
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[At Atem's question, Rey just gestures at her glammed up hair and face.]
Well, you're looking at some of them. I also suck at the harmonica, among a lot of other things.
[Don't even get her started on being social.]
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「This is the best day ever. For reals. Her singing not only makes him happy, but Tripod observes at them both from the entrance, his big cute eye going between the two and before Atem says anything else he makes these cute sounds at Rey.」
Seems he liked it too.
「Everyone is cute in this house! Nick too, surely!」
I'll clean here if you wanna go ahead to the Speakeasy.
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[Not that Rey doesn't have truckloads of them, many of which Atem has seen, but... We'll not go there.
[She glances over to Tripod's commentary before kneeling down to give him a good scritch over the head, then scoops him into her arms when she gets back to her feet. He's got more things to say about this, apparently.]
Sure. See you there?
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Here, take this. [It's dangerous to go alone.] He'll help.
[Somehow. Don't ask.]
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Okay...
「He won't. Now go, to the ball, Cinderella, be home by midnight. No boyfriends allowed. Oh, wait...」
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Thanks.
[With a final wave, she leaves the bathroom, and is soon on her way to the
ballpromSpeakeasy.]