[She barks out another hyehyeh.] Find me again if you ever do. I must still solve the mystery of our purported similarity.
[Arms crossed, circling a bit as she ponders, so they may as well be two big cats pacing. It helps, sometimes, to move when she is restless, but this is not nervousness so much as searching along the wall for a mousehole.]
Worth noting that the creature encountered at the waterfall laboratory could apparently regenerate. I'd no occasion to see it myself.
I imagine the overseers did not get involved because he didn't die. They are either unbothered or expected it or both. The doctor is too obvious, but so is the man who made us the first drinks to begin with.
A third option, if you would, Medea: One discontent enough to ally themselves against the rest of us under the pretense of curing our ills. A..hahah...a double-agent, or even more than that.
That, or they simply feel confident that any of you would be replaceable. Though I imagine they would prefer not to expend the effort if it could be avoided.
[ Medea watches Waltaquin pace, tracking her movements with no sign of concern. If anything her gaze is slightly distant as she pages through the profiles in her mind. ]
Oh? For what purpose? Personal amusement, or simply to ensure they came out ahead? It would seem that if they only wished to dispose of the others here, it wouldn't be difficult at all to poison them outright.
[ It is so annoying to be forced to guess at the motivations of others on the basis of so little information. Should she be flattered by Psyche's apparently boundless faith in her, or perhaps frustrated? It's a conversation she can look forward to later. One hopes. ]
Oh? Presumably they couldn't, based on whatever restrictions this island enforced on them.
Namely, time. Resources. Keeping the garrote off of their own neck or someone else's. I've been threatened with no such thing, but I suppose I'd need someone whose fate I cared about so much for that.
They may also be playing to position themselves at an advantage for a future move. It's not fun if you throw the whole chessboard in the fire.
At the very least, I should conclude we aren't looking at desperation.
Hm. The resources to produce something with this effect, but not a more potent poison or a higher dose?
[ Medea raises an eyebrow a little, but she'll accept it provisionally. It would be in line with constraints placed on powers... hm. ]
I wonder if I should be offended on her behalf, that you're so willing to give her gifts but so unconcerned about her fate. [ Not that Psyche needs a(nother) guardian reaper, all things considered. ] But your point is taken. I agree that it seems entirely too restrained to be such a thing. Someone is playing a longer game, or they would have simply used the opportunity presented by him being weakened to remove another piece.
[Waltaquin perks up, able to easily bookmark the topic at hand and move on to the next one, if only for this short moment, and perhaps because her attention cares just as much about this subject as the topic of their mutual mysterious fixation.]
I completely lost track of myself earlier, but I actually haven't given it to her yet. Perhaps when we're finished here I could entrust it to you?
[The robots had brought her a gold ring, the inside of the band engraved with a dragon. It isn't hers - or anyone that she knows of - and so passing it on would be akin to sliding a secret into Medea's palm.]
As it stands, one test won't be enough, especially if this one was as much a failure as it seems.
[ Well, one omission of information that couldn't be blamed on Psyche's oversight. Waltaquin is either as erratic as she seems, or already testing the water. Although there's no reason it couldn't be an intriguing and dangerous combination of both. ]
It wouldn't be the first time I've accepted gifts on her behalf. I hope this one is more auspicious than the last. Do you trust me to convey the sentiment behind it?
[ Really, Psyche owes her some further explanations. ]
But I would agree. Particularly since they seem to have evaded detection. In their position... I think I would try for more samples next time. Four or five targets, perhaps, ideally including myself to deflect suspicion. But I suppose there's no further action we can take until they move again.
Yes, I believe you are more than capable of delivering the message and my intent behind it, knowing how she thinks of you.
[She won't speak of the gift again in Psyche's presence. If Medea passes it on or not, she'll learn the truth of it in time - as well as how much truly does pass between them. It is, really, as much a game as it is the inexplicable desire to weave these threads between them, stitch her signature there.
This harrowing interest must be friendship.]
I'd have disposed of the vessel or made sure it was planted in the possession of another by now, as well. The most likely culprit is surely a patsy. I shall keep an eye on things...and our drinks.
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[Arms crossed, circling a bit as she ponders, so they may as well be two big cats pacing. It helps, sometimes, to move when she is restless, but this is not nervousness so much as searching along the wall for a mousehole.]
Worth noting that the creature encountered at the waterfall laboratory could apparently regenerate. I'd no occasion to see it myself.
I imagine the overseers did not get involved because he didn't die. They are either unbothered or expected it or both. The doctor is too obvious, but so is the man who made us the first drinks to begin with.
A third option, if you would, Medea: One discontent enough to ally themselves against the rest of us under the pretense of curing our ills. A..hahah...a double-agent, or even more than that.
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[ Medea watches Waltaquin pace, tracking her movements with no sign of concern. If anything her gaze is slightly distant as she pages through the profiles in her mind. ]
Oh? For what purpose? Personal amusement, or simply to ensure they came out ahead? It would seem that if they only wished to dispose of the others here, it wouldn't be difficult at all to poison them outright.
[ It is so annoying to be forced to guess at the motivations of others on the basis of so little information. Should she be flattered by Psyche's apparently boundless faith in her, or perhaps frustrated? It's a conversation she can look forward to later. One hopes. ]
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Namely, time. Resources. Keeping the garrote off of their own neck or someone else's. I've been threatened with no such thing, but I suppose I'd need someone whose fate I cared about so much for that.
They may also be playing to position themselves at an advantage for a future move. It's not fun if you throw the whole chessboard in the fire.
At the very least, I should conclude we aren't looking at desperation.
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[ Medea raises an eyebrow a little, but she'll accept it provisionally. It would be in line with constraints placed on powers... hm. ]
I wonder if I should be offended on her behalf, that you're so willing to give her gifts but so unconcerned about her fate. [ Not that Psyche needs a(nother) guardian reaper, all things considered. ] But your point is taken. I agree that it seems entirely too restrained to be such a thing. Someone is playing a longer game, or they would have simply used the opportunity presented by him being weakened to remove another piece.
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[Waltaquin perks up, able to easily bookmark the topic at hand and move on to the next one, if only for this short moment, and perhaps because her attention cares just as much about this subject as the topic of their mutual mysterious fixation.]
I completely lost track of myself earlier, but I actually haven't given it to her yet. Perhaps when we're finished here I could entrust it to you?
[The robots had brought her a gold ring, the inside of the band engraved with a dragon. It isn't hers - or anyone that she knows of - and so passing it on would be akin to sliding a secret into Medea's palm.]
As it stands, one test won't be enough, especially if this one was as much a failure as it seems.
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It wouldn't be the first time I've accepted gifts on her behalf. I hope this one is more auspicious than the last. Do you trust me to convey the sentiment behind it?
[ Really, Psyche owes her some further explanations. ]
But I would agree. Particularly since they seem to have evaded detection. In their position... I think I would try for more samples next time. Four or five targets, perhaps, ideally including myself to deflect suspicion. But I suppose there's no further action we can take until they move again.
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future medea voice: it was both]Yes, I believe you are more than capable of delivering the message and my intent behind it, knowing how she thinks of you.
[She won't speak of the gift again in Psyche's presence. If Medea passes it on or not, she'll learn the truth of it in time - as well as how much truly does pass between them. It is, really, as much a game as it is the inexplicable desire to weave these threads between them, stitch her signature there.
This harrowing interest must be friendship.]
I'd have disposed of the vessel or made sure it was planted in the possession of another by now, as well. The most likely culprit is surely a patsy. I shall keep an eye on things...and our drinks.