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Date & Time: 2/2; morning
Location: Clinic
Characters: Soldier Blue and Aileen Kimbler
Summary: Meeting someone new and talking about those non-human blues.
Warnings: Probably none!


Aileen is happy to be back at the clinic, it's nice to be back to a normal routine. At least as normal as it could possibly be on the island. Returning from her younger days she's... recovering from a lot of embarrassment. Putting her focus back where it can do the most good is freeing and relieving.

Working means nothing has slipped between her fingers yet; she can focus on what can be easily handled here and think on everything else at a later date. Like reordering the drawers and supplies to be more accessible. A quick once-over tells her what needs to be restocked, as well.

Small boxes of supplies in hand, she stands just at the doorway to the backroom, pausing for one distracted moment to wonder if she's forgetting anything else.

Comments

well darn that's two life sentences

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"You don't remember?" It's her turn to turn to look a shade bemused, but its not hard to glean a few clues from that response. What would make a person forget something as important as a name?

"Ah, well, Kimbler is my last name, Aileen is my first. But you can call me whatever feels comfortable." she said, smiling. Her names meant quite a bit to her, one being a symbol in her mind for the day set foot on land, the other being the only thing left from her life in the ocean.

they'll never catch me alive

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His eyes squinted at that fleeting notion – the value of her names. What did it mean?

"But which is truly comfortable?" he asked.

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Her head cants to the side, mulling it over. That was a question she had never asked herself.

She weighed them both, her birth name or her borrowed one. The answer causes an inward frown, but neither would be a confusing thing to say. Besides, that certainly wasn't what the question meant; just a simple preference, right?

"...Aileen." she lied.

[firstroar]

He saw the lie as plainly as he heard it and considered it in a length of silence. How would she react if he were to speak against it? Those waters were always dangerous to tread. Even in the company of those empowered in their own way, exposing his own always came with extra danger. He could hardly blame them; one's own thoughts and feelings were one's own. It would be unnerving to know they weren't sealed and silent.

What would make her happy, then? To accept the spoken word or fight for the feelings behind them? What was Blue in his right to choose?

Heavy thinking for barely an acquaintance. Blue felt another wave of fatigue, his eyes half-closing even as he mulled over his choices.

"As you say, Aileen," he said at last, betraying his senses.

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The fatigue doesn't miss her eyes, and she wonders what it is that grasped his attention so suddenly. With it comes the pang of guilt, the ever present knowledge that this man is old. Mortal.

Her hand reaches out to him again, this time for only a light touch to his own. She smiles softly, warmly, inside continuing to push away the troubling things that bubbled to the surface. Her heritage was not something to dwell on here, nor was it helping either of them.

Her past was the past. And at least for now, this man was here asking for company.

"Forgive me if this is an odd question Blue, but are you a human?" she asked.

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"No."

He had only hesitated a moment, taking care to understand from where the question came. But there was no dark and murky suspicion or hatred fueling it, not what he could detect. Remarkable, but a relief. And, more than that, a curiosity. She wasn't herself, was she? Not like the humans he was accustomed to, anyway.

"My kind are called Mu," he said. Simply no was hardly an encouraging response, after all. "We were born from humans, but we are not."

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No hatred at all in fact, but a kind of understanding and a nod. Creatures that appeared human but were anything but below the skin were all too common to her knowledge.

"Mu." she tested the word, almost asking if it was like the Greek letter, but it's the second part that catches her interest and she speaks with sympathy. "From? Is that how you've aged so gracefully?"