Why do you think you were chosen to be a member of the Circle?
[A strange question, maybe, and Connor knows it. Thus it's followed-up with some semblance of an explanation.]
I've noted that all of us, in some form or fashion, are individuals that had either been granted extraordinary talents back home, or come from unusual circumstances.
[oh. huh. that's something he never really thought about]
I always kind of thought it was random, actually. I'm not sure whether Astoria has enough power to specifically handpick the people she brings here or not.
[He had spent several hours there himself, slowly recovering after tossing himself in the eye of the Storm.]
I won't be long. Wait for me, please.
[He's true to his word -- Connor appears not long after, a handful of minutes at most, not having wandered off terribly far from where Akira is current situated anyway. The flap of the tent parts, and the android steps through the entrance to find Akira within.]
[Connor will find Akira seated atop one of the cots, legs dangling over the edge, white bandages poking out from underneath his shirt sleeves and pant legs. looks like someone got a little scratched up during the mission, but hey. for the most part, he's totally fine]
[he lifts a hand, two fingers pressed against his temple in a greeting]
[He approaches, opting to clasp his hands behind his back as he draws nearer. The line of his back is purposefully straight, any sense of sluggishness in his limbs being pushed aside and compartmentalized for the sake of appearances.]
I wasn't. [He can't really move very far, not in a still psuedo-recovering state. But no need to say that.
[An immediate reply, though Connor believes it to be correct. Compared to how he was before, he certainly does qualify as fine.]
The Storm was... not kind to my systems or hardware, but I knew that going in. I've had some time to recover in this very tent, and I promise that my current functions have been stabilizing since.
[He tries to offer a friendly quirk of a smile.]
Besides, I didn't come here to just talk about how badly the Storm treated all of us. You were wanting to speaking face to face about... what we mentioned?
[He had thought that it was a good enough explanation to inform why he was "fine" but apparently not. Still, there's only the smallest tug of a frown as he nods, then takes the spot next to Akira. The cot squeaks a little to accommodate him.]
I don't really need to "relax", but I appreciate the offer anyway.
[Don't worry, Akira, Connor will relax once they fall into a very interesting conversation like this one. His focus will be too hooked into his words to think about how he's still in recovery mode.]
[a nod, and Akira lifts a hand to place it over his heart]
Everyone has a mask with which they face society. Something that helps them cope with adversity. A "Persona," so to speak.
A select few of those people can manifest that Persona into a physical being to fight for them. That Persona usually takes on the form that best represent's that person's soul.
[and then he drops his hand back into his lap]
I can't use that ability anymore, but it's still something "abnormal." If you want to call it that.
It’s simultaneously straightforward and dredges up a hundred more questions. Obvious by the way the LED on his temple flickers several times before he even opens his mouth to question anything.]
You’re right, that is generally considered abnormal. [TO SAY THE LEAST, BUT. He accepts this as a valid explanation, because why not, after these past few months? He finds it’s hard to disbelieve much these days.]
So then… what does your mask look like? Or rather, the ‘physical being’ that it becomes?
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Yes. CyberLife created me to be a learning, adapting machine. It's one of my defining qualities as a prototype.
That being said, they didn't exactly have this particular situation in mind for me.
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Probably not, but I don't really think "what they had in mind for you" really matters.
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Speaking of which, do you mind if I ask you a question about you and your home?
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Sure. What is it?
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[A strange question, maybe, and Connor knows it. Thus it's followed-up with some semblance of an explanation.]
I've noted that all of us, in some form or fashion, are individuals that had either been granted extraordinary talents back home, or come from unusual circumstances.
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I always kind of thought it was random, actually. I'm not sure whether Astoria has enough power to specifically handpick the people she brings here or not.
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It’s possible that I’m wrong, but haven’t you noticed something similar? I know normalcy is relative, but it’s hard to apply it to any one of us here.
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Actually, now that I think about it, you might be right. But that's only judging based on a very small pool of people that I actually know.
[he's gone out of his way to memorize the faces of everyone in the circle, but he doesn't know the backgrounds from which everyone comes]
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So, are you comfortable with answering my previous question?
[He didn’t forget.]
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Which question was that, again?
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Word for word, then-]
Why do you think you were chosen to be a member of the Circle?
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Do you want to meet in person? I'd rather answer that way.
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Where can I find you?
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[He had spent several hours there himself, slowly recovering after tossing himself in the eye of the Storm.]
I won't be long. Wait for me, please.
[He's true to his word -- Connor appears not long after, a handful of minutes at most, not having wandered off terribly far from where Akira is current situated anyway. The flap of the tent parts, and the android steps through the entrance to find Akira within.]
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[Connor will find Akira seated atop one of the cots, legs dangling over the edge, white bandages poking out from underneath his shirt sleeves and pant legs. looks like someone got a little scratched up during the mission, but hey. for the most part, he's totally fine]
[he lifts a hand, two fingers pressed against his temple in a greeting]
You must not have been far.
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I wasn't. [He can't really move very far, not in a still psuedo-recovering state. But no need to say that.
He eyes the bandages.]
You're hurt?
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Only a little bit. I've had worse. Are. . . you okay?
[he's holding himself taut and straight like an arrow]
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[An immediate reply, though Connor believes it to be correct. Compared to how he was before, he certainly does qualify as fine.]
The Storm was... not kind to my systems or hardware, but I knew that going in. I've had some time to recover in this very tent, and I promise that my current functions have been stabilizing since.
[He tries to offer a friendly quirk of a smile.]
Besides, I didn't come here to just talk about how badly the Storm treated all of us. You were wanting to speaking face to face about... what we mentioned?
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[Akira shifts, patting the space on the cot next to him]
Come on and sit. You're allowed to relax a little bit. Then we'll talk.
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I don't really need to "relax", but I appreciate the offer anyway.
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I really do believe Astoria's recruitment is random. But, on the off chance that it isn't. . .
I think I was chosen because of my Personas.
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Your 'Personas'? Can you clarify?
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Everyone has a mask with which they face society. Something that helps them cope with adversity. A "Persona," so to speak.
A select few of those people can manifest that Persona into a physical being to fight for them. That Persona usually takes on the form that best represent's that person's soul.
[and then he drops his hand back into his lap]
I can't use that ability anymore, but it's still something "abnormal." If you want to call it that.
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It’s simultaneously straightforward and dredges up a hundred more questions. Obvious by the way the LED on his temple flickers several times before he even opens his mouth to question anything.]
You’re right, that is generally considered abnormal. [TO SAY THE LEAST, BUT. He accepts this as a valid explanation, because why not, after these past few months? He finds it’s hard to disbelieve much these days.]
So then… what does your mask look like? Or rather, the ‘physical being’ that it becomes?
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