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SCENE:
Outbreak
LOCATION:
Railyard, Central District
PARTICIPANTS:
Tri and Peyton
Outbreak
Down in the thick of it, Peyton gave a thumbs up that he was all intact, referring to Tri as uncle. Heh, that was cute. Tri was saved as dad on her civilian phone. Handy for when she needed him in an emergency--she could just tell someone to "call dad." He really did just have "adult male relative" vibes to him. But Tri didn't even wait for a response to his question towards Peyton, instead pressing forward with the scene and towards the so-called doctor, telling Naomi that she didn't need to be hostile. Her sneer turned into a frown. She felt like it was perfectly reasonable to be hostile! The woman had attacked them, after all!
She couldn't relax too easily, either. If all the hostility evaporated away, the woman would probably be able to figure out it was an act to begin with. Even if Tri had chosen to trust her, that didn't mean she would always be trustworthy. Naomi wanted her to know that there was at least one person that didn't like her. So she tossed her head at Tri, "Humph," issuing forth from her mouth. Hopefully Tri didn't see it as too disobedient. She was going along with his wishes, and just acting her part. Peyton called out to her, echoing Tri's statement and saying that he had made all his best friends after a fight. Naomi directed a cold gaze towards him, before rolling her eyes. If she had known that her sneer was what he was aiming for, she never would have done even that much. She knew who he was talking about, sort of. Noam ran in the same circles as Peyton.
The doctor responded to Naomi's question, asking her if she wouldn't be friendly to someone who had saved her from "otherworldly clutches." What did that meaaaan? Her curiosity was chomping at the bit, but she only affected a bored expression as she glanced at the woman. It took a lot of effort not to smirk with amusement at the way her tentacle hands mirrored her human hands. Tri shook her actual hand, and Peyton a tentacle. Naomi grabbed a piece of gum from her pocket and popped it into her mouth, chewing on it obnoxiously with her arms crossed. The absolute pinnacle of "I cannot care about this interaction in the slightest." But that was a lie. She was so curious. Peyton and Tri might have been able to notice the curious glint in her eye despite the disinterest, if they looked close enough.
What she had gathered so far: the woman wasn't used to the tentacles. She squeaked with surprise when Peyton touched it, as though it wasn't something she was used to having touched. She didn't have full control over the tentacles, at least not like she had demonstrated before. At the moment, they only seemed to be mirroring her hand movements. And lastly: she was a dork. Naomi gave a smirk at the half-laugh, half-snork the woman made with her apology. But the smirk couldn't be confused with amusement: it was the smirk of someone who realized someone was beneath them. This woman wasn't a threat. Naomi's hands dropped to her side as her body language relaxed fully. She was fairly convinced at this point that Tri's powers had fully removed whatever had been possessing the woman. This was the real her.
She answered Tri and Peyton's questions, an oh-so-helpful "I don't know!" Naomi frowned at this. "Do you have any memories at all? Do you think they could come back?" How awfully convenient for her to just...forget everything. How were they supposed to find everything out?
That was when the Doctor announced something she did remember. Naomi felt a pang in her chest at the words New Oasis University. Her previous alma-matter, when she was still Fumiko. Before she dropped out and killed Fumiko to become Naomi. She almost missed the rest of what the Doctor said from the shock--although her face remained an impassive mask, not betraying the conflicted emotions she felt within. She didn't remember a Doctor Miriam from her time at school. She didn't even have the same face. But there was something so terrifying about being so close to a piece of her old life.
She brushed her anxieties aside, instead focusing on listening to the Doctor speak. She was a spy, she was good at information gathering. She needed to focus. The woman had seen the news and decided that the best course of action was to...go down to central and investigate? "Did you come alone?" Naomi asked, her tone somewhere between aghast and condescending. Even Tri wasn't crazy enough to come down to central alone, and he was powerful. Had this dorky woman accidentally gone on a near suicide mission?
After a moment of thought, she remembered a little bit more. The way she had gone in. Naomi glanced apprehensively at Tri. Sure, they were here to investigate. But if they followed the path that Miriam took, they risked succumbing to the same fate. Which might be alright if it was Naomi, or Peyton, or even Tristan who ended up zombified. But if Tri ended up being the one who became possessed...they would be SOL. Serpent King down. But it wasn't really Naomi's call, here. If Tri decided to forge ahead, Naomi would follow him into hell.
She couldn't relax too easily, either. If all the hostility evaporated away, the woman would probably be able to figure out it was an act to begin with. Even if Tri had chosen to trust her, that didn't mean she would always be trustworthy. Naomi wanted her to know that there was at least one person that didn't like her. So she tossed her head at Tri, "Humph," issuing forth from her mouth. Hopefully Tri didn't see it as too disobedient. She was going along with his wishes, and just acting her part. Peyton called out to her, echoing Tri's statement and saying that he had made all his best friends after a fight. Naomi directed a cold gaze towards him, before rolling her eyes. If she had known that her sneer was what he was aiming for, she never would have done even that much. She knew who he was talking about, sort of. Noam ran in the same circles as Peyton.
The doctor responded to Naomi's question, asking her if she wouldn't be friendly to someone who had saved her from "otherworldly clutches." What did that meaaaan? Her curiosity was chomping at the bit, but she only affected a bored expression as she glanced at the woman. It took a lot of effort not to smirk with amusement at the way her tentacle hands mirrored her human hands. Tri shook her actual hand, and Peyton a tentacle. Naomi grabbed a piece of gum from her pocket and popped it into her mouth, chewing on it obnoxiously with her arms crossed. The absolute pinnacle of "I cannot care about this interaction in the slightest." But that was a lie. She was so curious. Peyton and Tri might have been able to notice the curious glint in her eye despite the disinterest, if they looked close enough.
What she had gathered so far: the woman wasn't used to the tentacles. She squeaked with surprise when Peyton touched it, as though it wasn't something she was used to having touched. She didn't have full control over the tentacles, at least not like she had demonstrated before. At the moment, they only seemed to be mirroring her hand movements. And lastly: she was a dork. Naomi gave a smirk at the half-laugh, half-snork the woman made with her apology. But the smirk couldn't be confused with amusement: it was the smirk of someone who realized someone was beneath them. This woman wasn't a threat. Naomi's hands dropped to her side as her body language relaxed fully. She was fairly convinced at this point that Tri's powers had fully removed whatever had been possessing the woman. This was the real her.
She answered Tri and Peyton's questions, an oh-so-helpful "I don't know!" Naomi frowned at this. "Do you have any memories at all? Do you think they could come back?" How awfully convenient for her to just...forget everything. How were they supposed to find everything out?
That was when the Doctor announced something she did remember. Naomi felt a pang in her chest at the words New Oasis University. Her previous alma-matter, when she was still Fumiko. Before she dropped out and killed Fumiko to become Naomi. She almost missed the rest of what the Doctor said from the shock--although her face remained an impassive mask, not betraying the conflicted emotions she felt within. She didn't remember a Doctor Miriam from her time at school. She didn't even have the same face. But there was something so terrifying about being so close to a piece of her old life.
She brushed her anxieties aside, instead focusing on listening to the Doctor speak. She was a spy, she was good at information gathering. She needed to focus. The woman had seen the news and decided that the best course of action was to...go down to central and investigate? "Did you come alone?" Naomi asked, her tone somewhere between aghast and condescending. Even Tri wasn't crazy enough to come down to central alone, and he was powerful. Had this dorky woman accidentally gone on a near suicide mission?
After a moment of thought, she remembered a little bit more. The way she had gone in. Naomi glanced apprehensively at Tri. Sure, they were here to investigate. But if they followed the path that Miriam took, they risked succumbing to the same fate. Which might be alright if it was Naomi, or Peyton, or even Tristan who ended up zombified. But if Tri ended up being the one who became possessed...they would be SOL. Serpent King down. But it wasn't really Naomi's call, here. If Tri decided to forge ahead, Naomi would follow him into hell.
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