CMO 4/2024 ー名前を呼んでくれー

[kajimatakeshi]

「The destination... I'll leave that up to you.」

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Ruan Mei

[lakan]

[ Midgard had become part of the galactic neighborhood. Although they are quite stubborn in the eyes of the opportunistic IPC and seem to worship no Aeon, Midgard has a uniqueness they bring to the table. They're an advanced civilization but only occupying a fraction of the entire planet - a small continent called Silvis tucked away on the southern hemisphere of the globe. What makes Midgard unique is that it's already occupied by locals of the planet who are still technologically primitive, long before people from space arrived and settled on their little corner of the world.

Silvis is even stranger. It was largely uninhabited by any civilization and was seen as a dark continent full of monsters and evil spirits. The arrival of the Terrans was an eye-opening experience for them in more ways than one, for not only do people come from the stars, they are also powerful enough to make the monsters they feared into mere fodder. Relationships are tense, but that doesn't stop the Terrans from bringing in more people from other planets. Researchers, tourists, traders... They all want to see the mysterious island continent of Silvis and it's legendary access to an underground world, easily accessible now with Terran technology.

Deep beneath the earth is where Ruan Mei of the Genius Society is brought. Expansive nature with inverted plains and mountains in the roof of this world. A big-shot according to the Terrans who advised Troy after he was assigned the mission to be her guard. Given his rank and status among the Terran military, he can only imagine how important this genius must be for interplanetary public relations. Someone in the higher rungs of Midgardian politics must want to cozy up with more galactic factions, like the Genius Society. There's a basecamp of elevated shelters and equipment set up for her, giving Ruan Mei whatever she specified.

Even snacks of sweets and pastries which Troy found a little odd at first. But he had some delivered earlier before his arrival. A spread of familiar sweets and pastries of his youth from yema, pandecocos, leche flan. He's not really sure what to give her, so he just went with what he knows. The basecamp is quiet with only robots keeping Ruan Mei company, so Troy knocks at the shelter's door: ]

Doctor. Can I come in?

[ He asks, standing outside of the door in his power armor covering him from the neck down. Troy glances around, as a vague memory of his past tries to creep up at his mind's eye. A secret that he keeps closely guarded. A secret he brought to this world. He may look like a regular augmented soldier to everyone, and carries himself like a man. But Troy is actually a god. Not that Ruan Mei here will ever find out. ]

[cakeshapedfriend]

[Ah. People.

She hadn't really accounted for the idea that she would be needed elsewhere, much less that she would be put in the care of an escort. It meant having novel things to study, new life to understand, new ways to test if she had finally understood what life was, that much couldn't be understated. But... people were always what complicated things for her. People were difficult. Hard to understand. She preferred that any discussions were kept brief.

...why, then, did the escort that was chosen for her fascinate her that much? What was it about him that made her so curious, so... intrigued? She couldn't tell at a glance, but that was at least part of why she'd accepted his company, however she felt about dealing with people aside.

It's also why Troy will find her opening the door, for a change; there's cup of tea sitting on its own little dish and a plate of his delivery of leche flan sitting in front of her chair at the table behind her. The flan itself already has a few small bites taken out of it; that has to be a good sign, right?]

You actually caught me at a good time. I just finished my research for the morning.

[lakan]

[ Troy is yet to meet Ruan Mei face to face, so he reserves his opinions until she opens that door and the sight of her reaches his eyes. He didn't expect that based on what he's heard of her so stayed by the door, letting his gaze linger until he snaps himself out of it, and carries himself like usual. Only then did he notice the other details - the smell of tea, the partially eaten flan - then her words register in his distracted mind when his focus eventually returns to him. ]

Excellent. I hope you were pleased with everything.

[ Troy nods, feeling himself smile and pointing towards the interior of the shelter. ]

Especially those sweets.