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'''((Later, Guest Suite, Kaitaama Palace, Krios Prime))''' | '''((Later, Guest Suite, Kaitaama Palace, Krios Prime))''' | ||
Core: --and honestly, who thinks they’ve a right to report on such drivel! They tested this stuff, long before it was released. Honestly it feels like we’re back at square one with this thing. Not that I’m backing it, by any means, but when the science behind the drive is sound, why bother continuing to poke holes into it. | Core: --and honestly, who thinks they’ve a right to report on such drivel! They ''tested'' this stuff, ''long before it was released''. Honestly it feels like we’re back at square one with this thing. Not that I’m backing it, by any means, but when the science behind the drive is sound, why bother continuing to poke holes into it. | ||
Across from her partner, Roshanara sat quietly, looking out the window but not at anything in particular. Her gaze was towards the city, but her thoughts were lightyears beyond. She’d barely acknowledged when the attendants had brought in the mid-day meal, leaving it to grow cold. Ordinarily one to show her disdain for sensationalist hysteria about new technologies, the fact that she didn’t seem to care now that her life’s work was being scrutinized in the press was downright troubling. Tristam’s shoulders fell, onyx eyes flickering away as uncertainty swelling in his chest. | Across from her partner, Roshanara sat quietly, looking out the window but not at anything in particular. Her gaze was towards the city, but her thoughts were lightyears beyond. She’d barely acknowledged when the attendants had brought in the mid-day meal, leaving it to grow cold. Ordinarily one to show her disdain for sensationalist hysteria about new technologies, the fact that she didn’t seem to care now that her life’s work was being scrutinized in the press was downright troubling. Tristam’s shoulders fell, onyx eyes flickering away as uncertainty swelling in his chest. | ||
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He smiled, dropping the serviette. | He smiled, dropping the serviette. | ||
Core: I’ve never really seen it. ::beat:: Of course, I’ve seen it, but… it’s never really been part of how I’ve seen you. | Core: I’ve never really seen it. ::beat:: Of course, I’ve seen it, but… it’s never really been part of how I’ve seen ''you''. | ||
Rahman: There were others though who didn’t hide their disgust. But over time, I came to embrace the scars. They’d become almost like a shield--no, a blade, actually. An unavoidable first impression that let me see how someone would react when the curtain of beauty had been stripped away. | Rahman: There were others though who didn’t hide their disgust. But over time, I came to embrace the scars. They’d become almost like a shield--no, a blade, actually. An unavoidable first impression that let me see how someone would react when the curtain of beauty had been stripped away. | ||