"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.
[It's funny, no one's ever really shown much interest in Rey's past selves. Maybe it wasn't for a lack of interest and more that she didn't want to talk about it, but... They were part of Rey at some point. She can't deny that they ever existed, or that they left an impact on her in any way. That would be a lie.]
You know Safronov, and Silva, sort of -- the Argentinian. Schuyler, she was enlisted with the Royal Netherlands Army. Steyn was a South African soldier. Sarfati was in the Iranian Army most of her life. Sheridan was with the United Forces of Ireland. Schmidt, a German operative; probably worse than Safronov, really, and also lived the longest. Then there was Stone, a USMC, back when there was a "United States".
[All those bombshells dropped, the one thing Rey thinks to add is:] Didn't always look like this, by the way. Gregory would tend to... altered my appearance, to better blend in. But he got lazy sometimes.
[Like how people recognized Rey as Stone, Sarfati, and Safronov... All things considered, this body is Safronov's, so.
[She falls in quiet thought that it takes her a moment to figure out what Atem is referring to. She blinks at the inscription on the dogtags.]
Oh. That would be the name, soldier ID -- usually one's birthdate -- hometown and blood type. The latter two are fabricated, obviously.
「The dogtags make a little more sense now. And maybe knowing a little more about her previous selves might be helpful in the long run, given how suddenly Safronov appeared out of nowhere. All of them fall into the same general area of work, no wonder why she's so damn skilled at it.
South Africa, huh!?」
Did you ever visit Egypt? And, wait, United States disappeared?
[Her previous selves were complicated women, which makes sense given the way Rey is now. Having all their baggage on her conscience is a lot to handle; it's no wonder she went mad from it for a while.]
Briefly. Spent more time in the Congo jungles, but our unit got around.
The United States didn't... disappear so much as it was split, so... it's not so "united" anymore.
I've heard so much about other universes that are nothing alike Earth, but it's always a little more surprising to find out how different other Earths can be... I don't suppose card games weren't a thing in yours were they?
If they're anything like those stunts at the stadium, then yeah, no shit. But we're not without our glitz.
[Just maybe not with card games, which aren't everything in Rey's world. Maybe they'd be better off if it was, though. It beats the fuckton of death and destruction.
[For a moment Rey balks at Atem and she's not sure why. She probably shouldn't expect people to just... know these things, but it's gotten easier to bring up than it used to.]
Well, "war" might be a generous way of putting it. More like they were pitting humans at war with each other for a nearly couple centuries now.
[Want to know why she hates chess so much, Atem? It's because bitch AIs like IV has always manipulated whole countries like pieces for far too long.]
Ah...! 「He takes another glance on the tags, that's quite a long time for someone to be alive, in a way. He supposes he was lucky in a way, he's not sure how different he would be if he had "lived" through those millennia.」
I guess a simple sorry wouldn't cut it, would it?
「Let's be real, IV would be worse than Marik! No, Rey, send her to the Shadow Realm instead!」
「Not that she may be able to see that day? He won't ask. Pocketing the dogtags, he gets down from the counter and leaves Tripod on it instead, just to head butt him (gently, of course), scratching those ears with both hands. What a good, good cat.」
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[It's funny, no one's ever really shown much interest in Rey's past selves. Maybe it wasn't for a lack of interest and more that she didn't want to talk about it, but... They were part of Rey at some point. She can't deny that they ever existed, or that they left an impact on her in any way. That would be a lie.]
You know Safronov, and Silva, sort of -- the Argentinian. Schuyler, she was enlisted with the Royal Netherlands Army. Steyn was a South African soldier. Sarfati was in the Iranian Army most of her life. Sheridan was with the United Forces of Ireland. Schmidt, a German operative; probably worse than Safronov, really, and also lived the longest. Then there was Stone, a USMC, back when there was a "United States".
[All those bombshells dropped, the one thing Rey thinks to add is:] Didn't always look like this, by the way. Gregory would tend to... altered my appearance, to better blend in. But he got lazy sometimes.
[Like how people recognized Rey as Stone, Sarfati, and Safronov... All things considered, this body is Safronov's, so.
[She falls in quiet thought that it takes her a moment to figure out what Atem is referring to. She blinks at the inscription on the dogtags.]
Oh. That would be the name, soldier ID -- usually one's birthdate -- hometown and blood type. The latter two are fabricated, obviously.
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South Africa, huh!?」
Did you ever visit Egypt? And, wait, United States disappeared?
「Wow, what a world.」
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Briefly. Spent more time in the Congo jungles, but our unit got around.
The United States didn't... disappear so much as it was split, so... it's not so "united" anymore.
Russia got it worse.
[Yeah. Rey's world sucks.]
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What happened to Russia?
「It does, sorry Rey.」
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[What do you take her for?
[She's a little more serious when he asks about Russia, though:]
They were the first to be successfully infiltrated by the synthetics. Most of its citizens were either killed, forced to evacuate, or go underground.
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「Card games are everything!」
... Wait, you're at war with synthetics?
「Okay, he had seen stuff (from her head nonetheless), he knows more or less what she is, he still doesn't quite get it, but, that's a big revelation.」
Why?
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[Just maybe not with card games, which aren't everything in Rey's world. Maybe they'd be better off if it was, though. It beats the fuckton of death and destruction.
[For a moment Rey balks at Atem and she's not sure why. She probably shouldn't expect people to just... know these things, but it's gotten easier to bring up than it used to.]
Well, "war" might be a generous way of putting it. More like they were pitting humans at war with each other for a nearly couple centuries now.
[Want to know why she hates chess so much, Atem? It's because bitch AIs like IV has always manipulated whole countries like pieces for far too long.]
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Damn. And it has been going for quite a while, hasn't it?
「This is why card games are better! They solve quarrels and wars and anything you want.」
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The birthdate on those dogtags? That '70 at the end of the number ID is for 2070. About eighty-four years ago.
[If only she could just take down IV with a card game... but Rey would very much rather just kill the damned asshole instead..]
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I guess a simple sorry wouldn't cut it, would it?
「Let's be real, IV would be worse than Marik! No, Rey, send her to the Shadow Realm instead!」
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[Rey blinks slowly, brow arched.]
Not the one who should be sorry. But they will be, someday.
[What's that? Rey not claiming admission to guilt where she is, in fact, free of fault? Consider it progress.]
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Hopefully.
「Not that she may be able to see that day? He won't ask. Pocketing the dogtags, he gets down from the counter and leaves Tripod on it instead, just to head butt him (gently, of course), scratching those ears with both hands. What a good, good cat.」
I better get going. Gotta work on that thing.
「You know, the thing. Yeah, the thing.」
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[Tripod doesn't seem to mind, anyway.]
Um, sure. Good luck with that. Just bring it back.
[Since those dogtags are part of her identity -- one of them, anyway.]