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Who: Clay
Broadcast: Video, fleet-wide
Action: The Marsiva!
When: Jan 20th

[ It's odd waking up, mostly because Clay doesn't actually do it all that often. In fact he's fairly certain to date he's only ever woken up proper twice before now, and he doesn't recall having run out of power. He's actually doing quite well with that, but as he pushes himself up in bed he still reaches up unconsciously to lay a have over his chest to feel the warm thrum of the core within. Everything appears to be normal.

Everything but his surroundings anyway because those don't make any sense either now that he's starting to pay attention to them. Clay runs a hands through his hair out of reflex (he'd check for bumps or bruises if he thought he was capable of having them), takes a moment to let his lips purse at one side of his mouth, and then stands with a clap. ]

Guess I should see if anyone's home. [ Because he figures he must have been collected again somehow. Funny how that always seems to keep happening. ]

Hello~? [ Come out come out wherever you are... While he starts inspecting literally everything and anything he can get his curious hands on. ]

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[ Which is strange because his inhumanity has never come up so quickly before like this. Maybe it's space, but so far very few people have been surprised and even more seem to catch onto it right away. He wonders if he just looks the part somehow.

Always good to hear his appearance is nice, though. His lips quirk at that ]

I do try.

How would you feel if I started asking you a bunch of personal questions?

[since that's probably what is now going to happen.]

Well, I suppose that would depend on whether I am allowed to ask you questions in return. The other fellow I spoke to earlier didn't much care to answer them.

[ Just say yes, he'll be an open book. Clay really doesn't have any hang-ups talking about himself when asked; he just likes learning. ]

That seems fair to me. [how he answers, well... he'll gauge by how Clay answers. maybe he'll lie about a couple of things. maybe he won't.] We can trade back and forth, how about that?

[ Oh, yes. Clay is very fond of that arrangement; he used to play it with the old collector. He couldn't answer a lot back then mind you, but it was how his very first conversations went and Clay always thinks of a back-and-forth exchange as a good thing. ]

That sounds quite fine. If you'd like, you may go first.

Ah, all right. Let me think...

[where to start? he seems very forthcoming thus far, might as well go for the big one.]

What are you?

What, you don't want to guess? [ That's not his question. But. He still wants to have fun with this. ]

[he doesn't mind. it makes him laugh!]

You want a game of it?

It'll be fun to hear what you think I could be. I might learn something new.

All right. I'll change my question.

[he might as well start with what he knows.]

Are you a monster?

That's your first question? [ ROBIN. ]

[laughing...] I'm asking honestly! You could be...

How rude... I'm not, thanks for asking. Honestly.

Hah... I mean no offense, darling.

Are you a monster, little bird? [ Darling isn't enough to pacify him, huffhuff. He's going to use his turn to parrot the question back at him just because he can. ]

I am not! But I've been called one a few times.

[maybe because of his terrible manners, right?]

Are you immortal?

[ Just perhaps. Maybe. ]

... [ Good question though. Clay takes a moment to ponder it before answering. ]

I was created to be, I suppose. It would depend on what you mean by "immortal".

[created, there's a key word.]

I suppose I mean something that can never be killed. Not by a person, or a monster, or even time.

Well by that definition I suppose I fall a bit short. I wouldn't call it "being killed", but... [ He would certainly cease to function without his Aer core. ]

All right, I'll take that answer. Your question, now.

Are you always this charming to the people you want answers from? [ Yes, he is going to throw that question away. Just because Robin's hurt his poor pride and he feels like being childish about it. ]

Was that sarcasm? [grinning.] Are you really that upset...?

I might be unnatural, but asking me if I'm a monster is going a bit far don't you think?

No, no. Many of the smartest monsters look just like humans, where I'm from.