Other people come to the bridge to just. Talk to the Captain whenever? Undine's not like that. She's not like Darcy, bold and impulsive; that's sort of a thing.
But she's here, standing outside the bridge door, staring at it while she tries to work up the guts to speak or knock or kick the door or something. She's been here for a solid several minutes already. She might be here longer still.
[about ten minutes after that, he just appears about a foot behind her, sitting on the floor and reading a book. does not many any noise or announce his presence in any way.]
[Eventually, Undine sighs, turns to give up, and notices the figure in black. She lets out a sound midway between a shriek and a squeak, backing up against the door.]
[Gawd, this thing where she's standing and he's sitting is just too awkward for her to bear. She moves over to like. Sane conversational distance and sits down.]
I wanted to ask you, um. Besides the weird gifts people end up with, sometimes they end up with, like. Powers or talents or abilities? And I was thinking maybe if you can give those things, maybe you can take them away.
Can you?
[Her heart is thrumming in her throat in fear, as she says all this.]
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But she's here, standing outside the bridge door, staring at it while she tries to work up the guts to speak or knock or kick the door or something. She's been here for a solid several minutes already. She might be here longer still.
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Um, um. Good...good evening, sir?
[Well, fuck.]
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...should I just go away? I wasn't sure if...um. I'd be disturbing you, if I came to talk or ask you something or...
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[Gawd, this thing where she's standing and he's sitting is just too awkward for her to bear. She moves over to like. Sane conversational distance and sits down.]
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beat.
back to the book.]
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Can you?
[Her heart is thrumming in her throat in fear, as she says all this.]
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I don't give away those things.
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[...thought process derailed, briefly.]
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[Trash? What sort of power do you need to see everything like that as trash?]
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[so, y'know. yes.]
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I'm sorry to bother you, then? I guess I'll talk to her, instead.
[She moves to stand.]
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