Sixth Incision [Voice, Action]

[removeimpurity]

[Action, Part One]

[It's been several days since the Kin'Corans have returned home -- several days in which Syre has been oddly at ease with herself.]

[Today, however, she feels... anxious. antsy, even.]

[The rush of recently arrived New Feathers make her want to go out and about, possibly get acquainted with some of the new faces. Of course, anyone she already knows is free to bump into her, as well!]

[Voice]

[Later in the evening, she sets up a feed for a little voice chat.]

Good evening, friends and New Feathers -- that is to say, anyone that has just recently arrived to our fine enclosure... My name is Syre Atries.

Rather than waste your time with a wordy introduction, I'd like to pose a question.

Are any of you interested in the sciences? Biology, specifically. I've been wanting to get back to my research as of late, and it's quite hard to hold a discussion when there are so few that enjoy it as much as I do...

[Action, Part Two]

[Then, later that night, Syre is going to be roaming about the plaza. More specifically, she's going to be people watching -- the few people that are out and about at this time of night will not be spared her studious, almost analytical gaze.]

[Those of you that notice her watching are free to question why she's staring at you like a scientist would study a lab rat, of course.]

Comments

[Voice]

[removeimpurity]

Shall I check the item stores for markers? It seems we'll need a lot of them, when we do get together. [She laughs, very much amused at the mental image of her apartment covered in equations and formulas.]

I try. After all, being in the service of a royal family for so long has its way of leaving its mark on you.

[Voice]

[complicatedliar]

[He laughs.]

That might be a good idea, though I suppose we could always make do with ink and pen, or pencils. Sticks and dirt?

[He tilts his head.]

Oh, which family?

[Voice]

[removeimpurity]

Anything will do, really! ... But sticks and dirt might prove a little impermanent. And messy. [A chuckle]

Ah... Before I arrived here in Luceti, I was one of the few that worked in the service of the Emperor of my homeland. While my time with him was limited, his wife and family were more than willing to receive me as a guest for a time.

[Voice]

[complicatedliar]

[He laughs.]

Well, it would be nice to preserve our mathematical wanderings for posterity, it's true.

That sounds like a great honor indeed.

[Voice]

[removeimpurity]

It would certainly be convenient, especially if we come across some sort of new discovery while doing so. [There's some soft chuckling on her end.]

It is. It really, truly is. Nothing in my homeland compares to it. [There's a sadness to her voice when she speaks next:] I miss it sometimes.

Re: [Voice]

[complicatedliar]

That would be a worthy goal indeed. There are more than enough questions to go around.

[He tilts his head curiously. It's a foreign thought to him; there's little he really misses of Asgard like that, and of course it's his intent to be back there and ruling soon enough.]

Is it the warm reception you received that you miss so?

[Voice]

[removeimpurity]

Well, yes. But... it's also a little more than that.

I miss my colleagues, and my work as well...

["I miss having a purpose," is the unspoken end of that thought.]

[Voice]

[complicatedliar]

Ah, that I can understand.

[Well, not the colleagues. The work, definitely.]

[Voice]

[removeimpurity]

It's a stifling sort of feeling. I can never sit idle for very long.

At home [--in the middle of the war--] I had new endeavors to take each day. Here, I've fallen into a routine which I don't very much like.

[Voice]

[complicatedliar]

Boredom is its own gateway to madness.

I shudder at the thought of a routine.

[Voice]

[removeimpurity]

I'd do anything to alleviate my boredom, at this rate.

[She'd been considering taking up her research once more, anyway. She'll need to see if the library has any of the works she'd published, but...]

I loathe things being predictable. Predictability brings with the sense that one cannot do much of anything to change it.

[Voice]

[complicatedliar]

Anything, really.

[That is a dangerous, beautiful word. It's one Loki likes.]

Perhaps some unpredictability is in order, then.

[Voice]

[removeimpurity]

...if you've an idea, Loki, then I'm certainly listening.

[He seems trustworthy enough.]

[Voice]

[complicatedliar]

I always entertained myself at home with a few pranks here or there. Friendly things, of course.

[Voice]

[removeimpurity]

Pranks, hm?

[There's an amused, almost giddy chuckle on her end.]

Reminds me of when I was young. I was a mischievous little one, according to my parents.

[Voice]

[complicatedliar]

Did you grow out of it then? Sad.

[Voice]

[removeimpurity]

Well... not entirely.

There was an "incident" [--the word is said with a hint of a smile in her tone--] in which one of my less-behaved officers reported in with a set of women's armor on. Pretty sure he began to mind his manners after that.

Re: [Voice]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki grins.]

How did you manage that, praytell?

[Voice]

[removeimpurity]

The hardest part of the whole ordeal was getting into the armory. Once I had worked my way through the walls, all it took was a simple array to... [Ahem!] ..."modify" the set of armor in question.

Re: [Voice]

[complicatedliar]

Nicely done indeed.

So once the armor had been modified, he had no choice but to wear it?

[Voice]

[removeimpurity]

None whatsoever, especially considering each set was marked into the armory's registration logs.

[Then, with mischief clear in her tone:] The poor sap is lucky I didn't have the time to turn him into a woman.

[Voice]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki laughs.] How might you have done that?

[Voice] -> [Video]

[removeimpurity]

Oh, it's nothing hard; just a bit draining. I could show you, if you'd like to see.

[The video feed comes on moments later, Syre seems to have all of her materials gathered, just barely in view of the journal's camera.]

It certainly wouldn't take me long.

[Video]

[complicatedliar]

[Loki smiles at the video image.]

As long as you like. I'm very curious to see now.

[Video]

[removeimpurity]

All right then. I'll start with a more basic example.

[From the things gathered at the edges of the screen, she grabs a stick of charcoal, hastily marking something on her table; then, she reaches what looks like a small petri dish, filled with water.]

[Then, she sets one hand lightly on the charcoal markings, and a brief flicker of blue light illuminates the scrawling. With her other hand, she does a sort of pulling motion, as though willing the water to move.]

[A thin tendril of water rises erratically from the dish, wrapping around itself like a vine growing around a support; small flowers even grow on the miniature water vine, sparkling beautifully in the light.]