( She'd followed soon after to her sickbed, but not soon enough. Jack had been charming, amusing, not the only new face she'd familiarized with that day. But that thought isn't so much on her mind as watching Break is; trying to read what she can from him even before she goes on.
How much to say? )
I can turn into all sorts of animals if I've touched them before while they're alive. I mean, it is and isn't that simple, just touching something doesn't mean I can morph them later. I have to want to acquire them, you know? It's about concentration!
( Ah... but aquire what? Animals? People. The line most miss, and the line she won't invite Break to cross now: people were as animal as the cats and rats of Exsilium. She won't talk about what it could mean, to become other people. )
Anyway, when I do acquire something, like the dolphin I used at the beach, I'm an exact clone of that original animal. There's no mind there, not one that thinks like we do, though dolphins are pretty smart. You can feel that? A potential. But um... does clone mean anything to you? It means I'm exactly the same. Minus any scars, or things like that, but you get the idea. So the second time I ran into Jack, it was when they were bombing the hospital. I shouldn't have -- well, I couldn't just do nothing, you know? So I went in as a canine, to help track down rooms with people still inside, to get the evacuators there faster. I met him in one of the rooms.
( She leaves it at that for now. It's... too much of an invitation to say how it'd unnerved her; how she'd stepped in as a dog and said, "what are you doing?" in thought speak, becaues the intent, the read her colorblind eyes had, was not a happy one.
And then Jack had picked the child up and smiled and said, Saving him, or something of the sort. She would admit to remembering better that first impression than the way Jack took off, carrying his slight burden. And again... he's been so nice otherwise. Even coming back -- he'd come back for her. One weird feeling was one weird feeling. )
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How much to say? )
I can turn into all sorts of animals if I've touched them before while they're alive. I mean, it is and isn't that simple, just touching something doesn't mean I can morph them later. I have to want to acquire them, you know? It's about concentration!
( Ah... but aquire what? Animals? People. The line most miss, and the line she won't invite Break to cross now: people were as animal as the cats and rats of Exsilium. She won't talk about what it could mean, to become other people. )
Anyway, when I do acquire something, like the dolphin I used at the beach, I'm an exact clone of that original animal. There's no mind there, not one that thinks like we do, though dolphins are pretty smart. You can feel that? A potential. But um... does clone mean anything to you? It means I'm exactly the same. Minus any scars, or things like that, but you get the idea. So the second time I ran into Jack, it was when they were bombing the hospital. I shouldn't have -- well, I couldn't just do nothing, you know? So I went in as a canine, to help track down rooms with people still inside, to get the evacuators there faster. I met him in one of the rooms.
( She leaves it at that for now. It's... too much of an invitation to say how it'd unnerved her; how she'd stepped in as a dog and said, "what are you doing?" in thought speak, becaues the intent, the read her colorblind eyes had, was not a happy one.
And then Jack had picked the child up and smiled and said, Saving him, or something of the sort. She would admit to remembering better that first impression than the way Jack took off, carrying his slight burden. And again... he's been so nice otherwise. Even coming back -- he'd come back for her. One weird feeling was one weird feeling. )