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despitethenora) wrote2023-01-29 09:48 pm
despitethenora) wrote2023-01-29 09:48 pm
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[Out of habit, her greeting starts with a sigh. Hey, for a long time the only person who called her was Sylens, and it really set a tone for phone conversations. Be glad it's just a sigh.]
What do you need?
What do you need?
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This hasn't been a wasted trip, at least. I've learned a few things. Have a few ideas on how to move forward. Some hard conversations need to be had, I think, but I'll burn those bridges when I get to them.
...Regarding the gods. What if it was clear that the matter was less "They won't send you home" and more "They can't send you home?" Would that make her less likely to, ah. Try for deicide?
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“It is unlikely that Aloy would accept the notion that the gods cannot send people home. It is known that Hunter, from the team Mouse, has been returned to his home for approximately a year.”
GAIA gestures, and two holograms of Hunter appear, one after the other - pre-time skip Hunter and post-time skip Hunter.]
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[She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. Hunter. The stray pebble in her assumptions.]
That would be so much more valuable if we knew how or why. The snake knows how to breach the spheres, that doesn't mean the knowledge is known by the others. Or that they have the power to do so. If any of them were remotely his equal, a coalition wouldn't be required.
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“I require something of a coalition, myself. Without a majority of my subordinate functions merged with my base program, HEPHAESTUS exceeds my processing power. It presents a significant challenge in restoring HEPHAESTUS to its original programming.
“Perhaps in the end, it will be a coalition of these ‘gods’ that will enable a return home.”]
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[Primordial gods. Olympians. Even the goddess of childbirth? So strange.]
I wonder why Zeus or Jupiter aren't present.
Either way. It's possible. It's also possible this war won't end in our lifetimes. Gods work on a scale measured in centuries, after all. Best not to burden either sister with that thought.
We'll see what happens.
[And, hopefully, they won't have to leave. Won't have to separate.]
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But that time limit is probably hitting, huh.]
Trip right back into NSFW-land.
[...Ah. Things are starting to fade as the real world starts to take its hold again, aren't they?
Kneeling there, she's feeling a little stiff. Been kneeling, kissing Aloy's hand for a solid hour. Not great for her knees.
She stands. Grunts a little. Looking down at Aloy... That's a real heady mix of emotions there. Absolute rage on her behalf. Plenty of desire. Depression. Sorrow. Friendship. A bit of comfort. Concern.
Eventually, all of that starts to get crowded out by a mix of embarrassment and shame, as Tryse realizes that there's a slight smell, and a stickiness. She doesn't need to look down to know that there's a bit of a puddle between her boots.
Maybe taking a brief moment to, uh. Unstring herself in Aloy's heart wasn't the brightest idea she'd ever had.]
...I should probably...
[She points at the door, not quite meeting Aloy's eyes.]
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A hard swallow, and before Tryse can retreat, Aloy will turn their hands to return a kiss to the knuckles.]
Okay. I’ll be here for a bit.
Re: Trip right back into NSFW-land.
Next step: Baths. And then not looking Aloy in the face for the rest of the day.
And then exploding on Donnie tomorrow morning, as the fates foretold.]
Re: Trip right back into NSFW-land.