【Rey】 (
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hadriel2018-03-01 06:43 am
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011✖; (video)
[From the get-go, almost anyone who knows Rey might immediately sense that something's... off, about her. For one thing, she's activated the video feed, which she just about never does. Second, she carries herself oddly than usual these days. More rigid, her jaw tight. Third, there is a stone cold expression that might startle the faintest of hearts if they're so unfortunate to wake up to this face.]
"Greetings."
[When she speaks, it's even more obvious that she isn't right. Rey is not the 'greetings' type, and her tone is different as well. Her r's roll and her voice is lower. Not that she had a high-pitched voice before, it's just -- different. Those from Earth might even be able to recognize it as a distinctive Russian inflection.]
"I skip pretenses and keep this brief: It would seem our successor designated 'just Rey' has tampered with our memory core. Up here." [As 'Rey' says this, she taps the corner of her head as if to emphasize her point.] "Present designation is Operative Safronov. Is not my desire to be here. This area of operation is successor's purview. Not mine. She messed up brain. I fix it. Is what I do.
"Do not seek us. Not now. Have only vague estimate for damage. Safety could be compromised."
[She pauses, then adds:] "Looking for successor designated 'just Rey's contacts." [i.e. friends? What those are.] "Might help. Might not. I make no promise.
"Apologies for those inconvenienced by this asshole."
[On that rather blunt note, 'Rey' -- or, rather, Safronov, reaches for her device and the screen goes black. Now that she's made her point clear, she wants to minimize any chance of people seeing and discovering her current position.]
[ooc: A quick clarification -- Rey has recently jacked into her own brain to try and fudge some memories, and fudged up herself instead. This will not be a permanent thing. More info here.]
"Greetings."
[When she speaks, it's even more obvious that she isn't right. Rey is not the 'greetings' type, and her tone is different as well. Her r's roll and her voice is lower. Not that she had a high-pitched voice before, it's just -- different. Those from Earth might even be able to recognize it as a distinctive Russian inflection.]
"I skip pretenses and keep this brief: It would seem our successor designated 'just Rey' has tampered with our memory core. Up here." [As 'Rey' says this, she taps the corner of her head as if to emphasize her point.] "Present designation is Operative Safronov. Is not my desire to be here. This area of operation is successor's purview. Not mine. She messed up brain. I fix it. Is what I do.
"Do not seek us. Not now. Have only vague estimate for damage. Safety could be compromised."
[She pauses, then adds:] "Looking for successor designated 'just Rey's contacts." [i.e. friends? What those are.] "Might help. Might not. I make no promise.
"Apologies for those inconvenienced by this asshole."
[On that rather blunt note, 'Rey' -- or, rather, Safronov, reaches for her device and the screen goes black. Now that she's made her point clear, she wants to minimize any chance of people seeing and discovering her current position.]
[ooc: A quick clarification -- Rey has recently jacked into her own brain to try and fudge some memories, and fudged up herself instead. This will not be a permanent thing. More info here.]

voice.
Why would I want to take her place? You must watch too many movies about evil machines.
[Safronov might seem cold on the surface, but she knows when her time has run its course. This is not how she wants to exist.]
voice.
「Maybe hearing it will clear that out.」
voice.
[And even Safronov is starting to get the feeling that there are people who would rather not have this Rey end the same way. It's something that Safronov was missing. No one grieved over her loss.]
voice.
A shiver runs down his spine at how things ended for her.」
Compromised in what way?
voice.
[And that much she already just told Atem, so that's all she wrote right there.
[But hey, look on the bright side:] Our information cannot be deleted. Only locked away. This likely applies to the infection they put in my data. So I cannot stay.
voice.
Okay — let's think it's not locked, what would happen?
「He's usually all for optimism, but gotta be prepared.」
voice.
[Which she doesn't need to say it, but is bad news bears for everyone all around, especially for those close to Rey.]
voice.
But she definitely doesn't need to explain more.」
Got it.
voice.
If you believe you can help, I send coordinates tomorrow.
[And if not, she'll have to move on.]
voice.
「Yeah, no, if not, he'll hunt her down.」
Hmm... thanks, for doing this.
「She really needs it.」
voice.
[Maybe he means the fact that she doesn't intend to replace her successor, even if that was an option for her. But really, Safronov isn't someone who gets praises and appreciation that often.]
voice.
「He knows it's not damn easy...」
disconnect;
[And with that, she cuts the feed.]