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Sumire is... interesting. Unsettling. Wise. She's given Heath some pointers and suggestions, for what he/she thinks is simply to find his/her niche in the Mess. The young nymph isn't very good at thinking big yet, or realizing his/her potential. Pauly packs a keen awareness in his playful, elastic body. Conversation with him has helped Heath to discover some method to the Mess, the way the Warps balance and complement one another. What he/she will do with that knowledge is anyone's guess, but being in possession of it has helped Heath to develop some sense of purpose behind their wild disparity. |
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Sumire is... interesting. Unsettling. Wise. She's given Heath some pointers and suggestions, for what he/she thinks is simply to find his/her niche in the Mess. The young nymph isn't very good at thinking big yet, or realizing his/her potential. She's also taught Heath how to dance, which may prove to be habit forming. Pauly packs a keen awareness in his playful, elastic body. Conversation with him has helped Heath to discover some method to the Mess, the way the Warps balance and complement one another. What he/she will do with that knowledge is anyone's guess, but being in possession of it has helped Heath to develop some sense of purpose behind their wild disparity. Samaela suggested that Heath might be an angel of machines. It's a comforting thought, a calling beyond just being nice to devices, but Heath lacks wings, or any of the other typical trappings of the divine. Perhaps she'll have to build herself a pair. Hopefully she'll fare better than Icarus, if she does. Trilogee taught the young nymph to perceive and interact with the Datasphere on her own terms, rather than struggling to say 'no' to altogether too helpful interface terminals. She seems willing to listen and to help, which is always worth points in the nymph's pages. |
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Being ignorant of the protocols of safe mind-fucking, a kind gesture in the form of helping Aria to recover some of her memories has loaded Heath up with command-memes and unwittingly put him at her disposal for virtually anything. He/she hasn't figured even the slightest fraction of that out yet, perceiving the connection instead as a deeper form of the rapport he's shared with less sophisticated devices. |
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Being ignorant of the protocols of safe mind-fucking, a kind gesture in the form of helping Aria to recover some of her memories has loaded Heath up with command-memes and unwittingly put him at her disposal for virtually anything. He/she hasn't figured even the slightest fraction of that out yet, perceiving the connection instead as a deeper form of the rapport he's shared with less sophisticated devices. They've moved into a penthouse apartment in Down, and though they've grown quite close, they still follow their own paths. |
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Having adjusted to becoming female, and adjusted to life in the Mess to a lesser degree, Heath has unconsciously taken to unlearning certain personality traits, experiencing something of a second adolescence as it were. It's left her more shy than acerbic for the moment, prone to bouts of self-consciousness, and with a tendency to blush that probably indicates a tendency toward [rosacea]. She'll probably grow out of it soon, hopefully before someone kills her in a fit of annoyance. |