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xp_logsIllyana (and Eris) meet three in body. It goes well, which is possibly terrifying.
Illyana followed the haunting sounds of something stringed and lovely as she and Eris carefully made her way down the end of the first floor that wasn't a construction zone. She scritched behind the kitten's ears absently as they moved, occasionally glancing down and cooing at the pretty purple sweater she'd cut holes into the back of to fit over Eris' wings.
"Your music is very nice," she said politely as she entered the room.
Sophie, sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, neither stopped playing nor opened her eyes. In fact, she didn't even miss a beat as the quiet sanctity of her out-of-the-way little room was breached. Of course...
"Well now, it seems we have a guest. How very interesting," said Phoebe, who was sitting in the corner of the room, book in hand. She snapped it closed with a very satisfying sound. "Thank you."
...just because one Stepford didn't seem to be aware of you, didn't mean 14 didn't know you were there, after all.
"Two of you? No. You are the ones that are five, yes? I have seen on journals, but we have not had the chance to meet in person yet. I am Illyana."
Illyana moved further into the room as the book snapped shut in time with the violin. She was cautious as she leaned against the wall, both women in her line of sight. "You are not allergic to cat, I hope? Eris is baby, I take her most everywhere. Even to work. Coworkers ignore what is in front of faces, insist she is realistic robot because of wings. They will learn. She likes ears and wing base scritched, I think because wings are growing again. Hazard of baby, always growing."
Phoebe tilted her head to the side, examining. "Oh, she is a precious one, is she not? How long have you had her?"
"Only a few months. We were in Limbo with Namor, found her hiding in rock crevice. Could not find her mama, and she was so small, maybe a few months. Enough to have eyes open and move around, not enough to be on own yet. So brought her home, will raise big and strong." Illyana gave the other blonde a hesitant smile. "You may pet her. She has sweater on because no fur, is easily cold."
Phoebe hid a small laugh behind a hand, and even Sophie (who was still playing) cracked a smile, but was more than happy to anyway. Her question had been asked two ways: once out loud, and once through her telepathy, in a much more impressionistic way. It was hardly an exact science, though. Understanding animals was a skill, after all, and while she strove for excellence in everything she did, understanding animals was not actually a power she had.
Still, [new/comfort/safe/smug] was hardly a hard set of emotions to parse.
Phoebe skritched her behind the ears, and it was even harder to misunderstand [smug/content], and the small purr.
"It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Is nice to meet intelligent people with good taste," Illyana agreed. Both the music and the interest in Eris. And just because schoolbooks weren't her favorite didn't mean she disliked all reading. She could feel Eris purring, and imagined the kitten agreed. "I do not recognize piece you are playing, but almost reminds me of part of Limbo. Lost things appear there, sometime. Music, book. Less often art, but not impossible."
Both Phoebe and Sophie had a momentary short-circuit as the ramifications of such a simple statement hit 14. That was... there were far too many conclusions to draw about that right now. It could wait.
"It is a piece called Anitra's Dance," Phoebe said, still fully focused on Illyana's kitten, "from Peer Gynt. It was one of my favorites during my music history studies."
"It is a lovely piece. Will share favorite piece from Limbo sometime, think I managed to record it correct. Would you like to hold Eris?"
...well. An offer made with such innocent candor was hardly something that 14 could pass up. Plus, she did very much want to hold Eris.
So she did, gently stroking her behind the ears with one perfectly manicured nail.
And then Irma came into the room just as Phoebe started making little coo'ing noises.
Illyana blinked, then took a seat on the sofa next to Phoebe and looked across at the newcomer. "Will I be meeting all five? Do you share mind-link, like stories about twins who share soul?"
There was an undetectably tiny pause as 14 clamped down on her initial response at the speed of thought. Well. She supposed that this was an acceptable way to meet the task Marie-Ange had asked of her. Her instincts did not like it, obviously, but since when had 14 ever been beholden to the expectations of another, herself included?
"It is somewhat more complicated than that, truth be told," Irma said, seamlessly taking over the conversation. "I suppose I do not mind sharing as such, given the fact that it has been becoming more and more known across the mansion in the previous months. Truthfully, there is no 'all five'. There is and has only ever been one of me who is all of us."
Illyana blinked, then leaned forward with interest. "So. You are five in body. One in mind. This is fascinating. Would love copies of self at times. One here. One with presence in Limbo so minion will cease ideas above station. Another to research." She paused, briefly. "I have many questions, but will not invade privacy."
"I appreciate that, to be honest, but I truly do not mind. I have been told in the past that I am... difficult to connect with because I struggle to open up. So all I ask is that you be patient with me." And with Phoebe still making little cooing noises and Sophie still playing the violin, all three of them broke out into tiny yet simultaneous smiles.
In truth, 14 wasn't really certain this is what Marie-Ange had meant when she'd given her an 'even more essential task for her to complete' than telling others about herself, but the 'make some friends' part seemed to be going well.
Illyana followed the haunting sounds of something stringed and lovely as she and Eris carefully made her way down the end of the first floor that wasn't a construction zone. She scritched behind the kitten's ears absently as they moved, occasionally glancing down and cooing at the pretty purple sweater she'd cut holes into the back of to fit over Eris' wings.
"Your music is very nice," she said politely as she entered the room.
Sophie, sitting in a chair in the middle of the room, neither stopped playing nor opened her eyes. In fact, she didn't even miss a beat as the quiet sanctity of her out-of-the-way little room was breached. Of course...
"Well now, it seems we have a guest. How very interesting," said Phoebe, who was sitting in the corner of the room, book in hand. She snapped it closed with a very satisfying sound. "Thank you."
...just because one Stepford didn't seem to be aware of you, didn't mean 14 didn't know you were there, after all.
"Two of you? No. You are the ones that are five, yes? I have seen on journals, but we have not had the chance to meet in person yet. I am Illyana."
Illyana moved further into the room as the book snapped shut in time with the violin. She was cautious as she leaned against the wall, both women in her line of sight. "You are not allergic to cat, I hope? Eris is baby, I take her most everywhere. Even to work. Coworkers ignore what is in front of faces, insist she is realistic robot because of wings. They will learn. She likes ears and wing base scritched, I think because wings are growing again. Hazard of baby, always growing."
Phoebe tilted her head to the side, examining. "Oh, she is a precious one, is she not? How long have you had her?"
"Only a few months. We were in Limbo with Namor, found her hiding in rock crevice. Could not find her mama, and she was so small, maybe a few months. Enough to have eyes open and move around, not enough to be on own yet. So brought her home, will raise big and strong." Illyana gave the other blonde a hesitant smile. "You may pet her. She has sweater on because no fur, is easily cold."
Phoebe hid a small laugh behind a hand, and even Sophie (who was still playing) cracked a smile, but was more than happy to anyway. Her question had been asked two ways: once out loud, and once through her telepathy, in a much more impressionistic way. It was hardly an exact science, though. Understanding animals was a skill, after all, and while she strove for excellence in everything she did, understanding animals was not actually a power she had.
Still, [new/comfort/safe/smug] was hardly a hard set of emotions to parse.
Phoebe skritched her behind the ears, and it was even harder to misunderstand [smug/content], and the small purr.
"It is a pleasure to meet you."
"Is nice to meet intelligent people with good taste," Illyana agreed. Both the music and the interest in Eris. And just because schoolbooks weren't her favorite didn't mean she disliked all reading. She could feel Eris purring, and imagined the kitten agreed. "I do not recognize piece you are playing, but almost reminds me of part of Limbo. Lost things appear there, sometime. Music, book. Less often art, but not impossible."
Both Phoebe and Sophie had a momentary short-circuit as the ramifications of such a simple statement hit 14. That was... there were far too many conclusions to draw about that right now. It could wait.
"It is a piece called Anitra's Dance," Phoebe said, still fully focused on Illyana's kitten, "from Peer Gynt. It was one of my favorites during my music history studies."
"It is a lovely piece. Will share favorite piece from Limbo sometime, think I managed to record it correct. Would you like to hold Eris?"
...well. An offer made with such innocent candor was hardly something that 14 could pass up. Plus, she did very much want to hold Eris.
So she did, gently stroking her behind the ears with one perfectly manicured nail.
And then Irma came into the room just as Phoebe started making little coo'ing noises.
Illyana blinked, then took a seat on the sofa next to Phoebe and looked across at the newcomer. "Will I be meeting all five? Do you share mind-link, like stories about twins who share soul?"
There was an undetectably tiny pause as 14 clamped down on her initial response at the speed of thought. Well. She supposed that this was an acceptable way to meet the task Marie-Ange had asked of her. Her instincts did not like it, obviously, but since when had 14 ever been beholden to the expectations of another, herself included?
"It is somewhat more complicated than that, truth be told," Irma said, seamlessly taking over the conversation. "I suppose I do not mind sharing as such, given the fact that it has been becoming more and more known across the mansion in the previous months. Truthfully, there is no 'all five'. There is and has only ever been one of me who is all of us."
Illyana blinked, then leaned forward with interest. "So. You are five in body. One in mind. This is fascinating. Would love copies of self at times. One here. One with presence in Limbo so minion will cease ideas above station. Another to research." She paused, briefly. "I have many questions, but will not invade privacy."
"I appreciate that, to be honest, but I truly do not mind. I have been told in the past that I am... difficult to connect with because I struggle to open up. So all I ask is that you be patient with me." And with Phoebe still making little cooing noises and Sophie still playing the violin, all three of them broke out into tiny yet simultaneous smiles.
In truth, 14 wasn't really certain this is what Marie-Ange had meant when she'd given her an 'even more essential task for her to complete' than telling others about herself, but the 'make some friends' part seemed to be going well.
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