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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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[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.]

Edited 2014-11-20 20:00 (UTC)

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.

[he's tentatively pleased with how the whole thing played out, so he actually accepts the offer. and stands blearily for a moment while he recovers from feeling lightheaded.

and then he realizes what she's actually said, and he grimaces a little]

...You were serious.

Of course. [She lets him go after she's more or less assured he won't tip right back over.]

You didn't tell me if you ate anything unusual.

[SHE'S SETTING OFF...]

Edited 2014-11-21 05:04 (UTC)

Oh, I'm sure you'll figure it out.

[nothing but a couple coins and one of those red stones. and more gross black stuff, like his drool. she'll love it.]

[If he trails her she will ask him more questions. If he doesn't she... will wait OwO but! How suspicious!]

[he really doesn't need to watch someone scoop up his own sick.

he's going to bed.]