February 15th, OE 102
10:13 AM
Hiryu Kai, Guest's quarters
Calm footsteps, the underlying sense of urgency concealed behind methodical steps. A memory such a precious thing, fragile thing, just now she had received a hall of unknown faces and unknown visages but amidst that sea of the unknown and perhaps distorted there was one face. One face in the hall of memory which had both a name as well as being... here. There was only so much time, no longer was she hurt and bedridden, and it was clear her intent was to leave.
And now, now she stood outside of the door of that woman, that woman whose face was within that memory. A memory that gave her a sense of.. catharsis thinking of it. Holding her neck in a vice grip somehow so appealing yet... Why? That woman, 'Iris' within her memory 'Eris' within the moment. Perhaps she held the answers to questions she was only able to ask herself before today, yet all part of the underlying question of 'Who was she?' all of her waited with baited breath for the answer to this query, but she still had her tasks to perform so 'she' was busy elsewhere as well as 'her' and 'herself' performing their own duties as part of the Hiryu Kai's crew.
But that still left her, the her standing in front of that door. Knocking on that door, once, twice, thrice. Each knock signaling she was coming, until she finally opened the door and stepped in. The heels of her uniform clacking on the metal floor as she did so, one eye half concealed behind hair as both looked at the blue haired woman. That face, it was the same face. Of herself she knew she was tracing the footsteps of a ghost that was her. But what of this woman, 'strife'. After her step inside the red glove gently closed the door behind her, always keeping an eye on the guest, gauging her reaction to seeing her and with the door closed, she finally spoke up.
"Good morning, I was hoping we could have ourselves a conversation before you departed." The tone used made it waver between question and demand, as if she really wanted to demand but 'politeness' kept it from swerving into that. "I have a few questions which you might be able to help with, and of course you may ask myself questions if you have any. I hope such is an agreeable prospect."
10:13 AM
Hiryu Kai, Guest's quarters
Calm footsteps, the underlying sense of urgency concealed behind methodical steps. A memory such a precious thing, fragile thing, just now she had received a hall of unknown faces and unknown visages but amidst that sea of the unknown and perhaps distorted there was one face. One face in the hall of memory which had both a name as well as being... here. There was only so much time, no longer was she hurt and bedridden, and it was clear her intent was to leave.
And now, now she stood outside of the door of that woman, that woman whose face was within that memory. A memory that gave her a sense of.. catharsis thinking of it. Holding her neck in a vice grip somehow so appealing yet... Why? That woman, 'Iris' within her memory 'Eris' within the moment. Perhaps she held the answers to questions she was only able to ask herself before today, yet all part of the underlying question of 'Who was she?' all of her waited with baited breath for the answer to this query, but she still had her tasks to perform so 'she' was busy elsewhere as well as 'her' and 'herself' performing their own duties as part of the Hiryu Kai's crew.
But that still left her, the her standing in front of that door. Knocking on that door, once, twice, thrice. Each knock signaling she was coming, until she finally opened the door and stepped in. The heels of her uniform clacking on the metal floor as she did so, one eye half concealed behind hair as both looked at the blue haired woman. That face, it was the same face. Of herself she knew she was tracing the footsteps of a ghost that was her. But what of this woman, 'strife'. After her step inside the red glove gently closed the door behind her, always keeping an eye on the guest, gauging her reaction to seeing her and with the door closed, she finally spoke up.
"Good morning, I was hoping we could have ourselves a conversation before you departed." The tone used made it waver between question and demand, as if she really wanted to demand but 'politeness' kept it from swerving into that. "I have a few questions which you might be able to help with, and of course you may ask myself questions if you have any. I hope such is an agreeable prospect."