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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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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.