They're getting right down to business. He doesn't seem very patient but I think he's just interested in the problem. Agent Romanov doesn't seem worried.
Blaze twists to watch Stark curiously as he circles, the tattered hunk of cloth at her side swaying with her. She's been on the receiving end of plenty of scrutiny, but from a reputed genius from another universe, it's something different. Though her fieldplate is currently programmed white on black to match its wearer, up close it's not the same style or material as she is. Solid, but not seamless; efficient but not particularly elegant. It's mostly plasteel plate with mesh-lined cloth in strategic places, ensuring the bulk doesn't actually hinder her movement. A Striker is meant to move.
At his first question she nods. This is already more than she tells a lot of people, but they're only getting into the serious parts now.
"No way to be sure of the timeline. I can take a guess and say a couple hundred years, but I have a feeling that's generous. There just aren't any records to say otherwise." She shifts her weight uncomfortably. She just needs to relate the facts, but this is the first time she's stood and laid out the problem out loud, and so completely.
"I retain practical skills, yes. I remember how to fight, how to fly old ships, how to repair equipment. I keep my name and my purpose. I, uh... remember faces. People I've met, I think, but I don't remember who they were. Everything else... I get fragments. Flashes of déjà vu, emotions out of nowhere, bits and pieces that don't make any sense. It's not so bad when I'm in combat. Worse after I resurrect." Oh. She'll have to explain that at some point, though it's probably not very relevant. And where's- is Ghost still hiding? Stark's not that scary.
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on 2018-06-12 07:52 pm (UTC)They're getting right down to business. He doesn't seem very patient but I think he's just interested in the problem. Agent Romanov doesn't seem worried.Blaze twists to watch Stark curiously as he circles, the tattered hunk of cloth at her side swaying with her. She's been on the receiving end of plenty of scrutiny, but from a reputed genius from another universe, it's something different. Though her fieldplate is currently programmed white on black to match its wearer, up close it's not the same style or material as she is. Solid, but not seamless; efficient but not particularly elegant. It's mostly plasteel plate with mesh-lined cloth in strategic places, ensuring the bulk doesn't actually hinder her movement. A Striker is meant to move.
At his first question she nods. This is already more than she tells a lot of people, but they're only getting into the serious parts now.
"No way to be sure of the timeline. I can take a guess and say a couple hundred years, but I have a feeling that's generous. There just aren't any records to say otherwise." She shifts her weight uncomfortably. She just needs to relate the facts, but this is the first time she's stood and laid out the problem out loud, and so completely.
"I retain practical skills, yes. I remember how to fight, how to fly old ships, how to repair equipment. I keep my name and my purpose. I, uh... remember faces. People I've met, I think, but I don't remember who they were. Everything else... I get fragments. Flashes of déjà vu, emotions out of nowhere, bits and pieces that don't make any sense. It's not so bad when I'm in combat. Worse after I resurrect." Oh. She'll have to explain that at some point, though it's probably not very relevant. And where's- is Ghost still hiding? Stark's not that scary.