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Who: Tekhetsio
Broadcast: Network | Open
Action: SS Pathstone
When: November 15

[he doesn't turn the video feed on because he looks like shit. he can't even keep his mask properly in place, so the rest of the Fleet does not need to see him looking so inhuman and a little cadaverous. the fact that he can't even hide from his crew is bad enough.]

...This is getting absurd.

[his voice is sharp and quite stressed. he has completely run out of patience.]

Has no one come up with an answer for this thing yet? Honestly? ...Isn't anyone the least bit concerned with how... ugh...

[and his voice then trails off as he backs a step away from the receiver.

the entire fleet is then treated to the distinct sound of sickened retching... followed by a few clatters... and something small, wet, and heavy hitting the floor.

anyone aboard the SS Pathstone and happening by the network station that Tek is using will have it a little worse, however. he has puked up a little bit of a mess--mostly consisting of oily black liquid, a couple of half-digested coins... and a shiny red gem.

oops.]

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[Kind of. Maybe not on her. She is kind of moving to stick a finger in his mouth though.]

Do you mind if I...

[yes. he does mind.]

--Ah. [he goes to politely catch her hand before it gets too close.] You don't want to do that.

[he's not keen on her sticking anything in his mouth, so he instead leans a little to the side... and spits on the metal floor near the both of them.

just a little splatter of black that looks much like his blood, but inkier and more viscous. and after a second or two, there's a tiny hiss of steam where the acid is beginning to sizzle. if she wants a sample, there it is. at least she won't have to worry about many contaminants with how caustic it seems.]

[WHEEZES and now she's pulling away from him and scrambling a little MUST PRESERVE THAT SAMPLE SOMEHOW oWo TODAY IS A GOOD DAY]

[haaaahaha... he shouldn't be getting this much petty glee out of this. since when did this turn kind of fun?

watching her scramble makes him giggle a little bit.

and if she's got a little glass vial or something, she can totally scoop that shit into there. it won't hurt glass or plastic at all.]

[She can ignore the giggling since she's getting just what she wanted. Good, good, very excellent. She digs out a glass vial from somewhere and nudges it all together with the lid... yes yes got it. Then leans towards his face again. Oops, now she's excited.]

My, my! How nasty. You must have some serious digestive action going on in there.

[he minds the excitement a little less, now. it's almost tolerable.]

Well, I meant it when I said I could eat anything.

I sincerely hope those humans were dead before they hit your stomach. [Just a hint of that grate in her voice again - but if he's sworn it off, and assuming he's being honest, better to move on from it for now.

Anyway her energy smooths out again fast. She's in science mode, poking around and getting the job done, and it's actually pretty easy not to get overeager since he's letting her poke and also actually a sentient creature. Penlight coming back though.]

Mind letting me take a look in your ear?

[he doesn't really want to dwell on the topic either, so he's glad for the change in topic. even if the topic isn't one he'd particularly thrilled about either.

light isn't anywhere near his eyes and he's already squinting preemptively, as soon as she brings out the penlight. it's kind of a grimace.]

What? Why?

I'll try not to flash you. [And there is an element of kindness in her voice, though it's not soppy.] I'm just curious if you have structural differences there too.

You're not going to stick anything in my ear, are you?

Not for keeps? Because there might be something in there a little bit. Only outer ear though.

[Today in conversations that could be easily misconstrued.]

Can't we just say that it's probably exactly the same and leave it at that?

Please?

[ugh. he groans...

but he turns his head a little.]

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[She sticks it in. Gently.

And she does kind of gently cup her hand around his ear, to try and shield from the penlight's glare, but otherwise she's just staring. Okay, like, Hange hasn't looked at HUMAN ears all that much. They're not what you'd call her area of interest. What have we got going in here.]

[well... it might look exactly how she expects, then.

because Tek and his communal memory and natural drift toward human form upon shifting... all only know the basics of how human ears work. so, it looks like a clean, absolutely perfect, standard-stock human ear. basic and perfect.]

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Aw... [She's not even trying to conceal her disappointment, but she turns the penlight off first, and then pulls out.]

If you're a shapeshifter, are you restricted to human form and your natural form, or can you take on whatever shape you want?

[despite answering in the negative, he's got another little smirk on his face about it]

Though there are rumors to the contrary, we are limited to the forms we can take--generally falling along a varied spectrum between our natural and human shapes.

...My bloodline in particular just happen to be particularly excellent at it.

[She's bounced back and forth between overexcited and smoothly professional this whole time. Now she sits back and looks at him with a sudden, reserved kind of evaluation.]

That's a shame...

You wouldn't happen to photosynthesize, would you?

It's not a shame, really. The shift to human form is drastic enough. Anything else would be... completely unnatural.

Also, I've known too many people who have changed shapes and been unable to go back.

[and the photosynthesis question takes him a minute]

...Like a plant?

[She does the laugh again, in her throat. She's just... thinking about things. Eren and the situation back home. It's funny to her, but not really.]

Like a plant, yes.

That would involve sunlight and plants, neither of which I have any affinity with at all.

[gross. don't even talk like that.]

[That makes her laugh more genuinely!

And... she'd kind of done, for the moment, unless he wants to let her even get more handsy. She starts gathering her things up more decisively. She still wants to take a look at the mess he made puking and see what she can see in his stomach detritus.]

I see.

[ah good. the social interaction ended up boosting his spirits a little, but he's really starting to wear down by this point. he can already feel some polarity rolling over in him, switching over to begin drumming up a fever instead of a chill.]

...Satisfied?

[She closes the case, picks it up, stands. And then offers him a hand up with the philosophy that it's friendly.]

For the moment. I'm still going to have a look at what you brought up.