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Who: Agent Washington and open
What: New arrival to the Bronze Sanctum
Where: The Bronze Sanctum for the first option(Locked to the Bronze flight) and open in the second
When: April 9th, after arriving
Warnings: Uh, none so far. Will add if needed

A. Bronze sanctum

This was... Nothing Washington ever would have expected to have happen. Especially not after having woke up in recovery with the Dakotas waiting. There'd been chaos, and the next thing he knew, he was here, his head won't stop hurting, and the back of his neck is still recovering from the implantation and removal. The problem? He's having a little trouble focusing on things since arriving. Between what's left in his head from the AI and the shock... He probably shouldn't be surprised. He shook his head, trying to clear it. He's spending way too much time in his own thoughts.

B. Outside the sanctum (Silverglen Retreat area)

After he'd had a little recovery time, he finally did get curious enough that he wanted to see what was outside. And as comfortable as he should be in his new home? The Bronze Sanctum was nothing like what he was used to.

It was a change, the forested area. What was extra odd was he was starting to notice some odd things as he looked around. Tracks that he probably wouldn't have noticed before. After a bit, he shrugged it off, starting to look around the outskirts of the village. v He's a bit on edge regardless. Things don't feel right here.

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Washington shook his head at that. "What the AI did, I don't think it was physical, even if my head hurts. And with how short a time he was in my head, I shouldn't have too many issues." He's neglecting to mention the fact that said AI basically killed itself in his head before removal.

She frowned lightly, fingers twitching at her sides, but she did not touch him. Not without permission, at least. "What is an 'Ay Eye'?" She didn't like this talk of it being in his head, either.

Washington flinched a little, thinking about it. But this wasn't home. What he said here... Wouldn't matter there, right?

"Artificial intelligence. They based it on a human mind. It was supposed to help me. But I never woke up from the surgery properly until they had removed it because it was unstable."

"A human mind..." Gee, that couldn't go wrong at all. Humanoids were the majority, but true humans wouldn't appear in this part of the world for a while. She knew from her glimpses into the timelines that they were a hardy but foolish race, young and hotblooded and in need of guidance.

"That seems a wound healing magic could not heal. It would take time, I think, and counseling."

Washington moved his hands up to the releases on his helmet, pulling it off. Yea. Pretty much standard human under the helmet. "It worked for the others... I don't understand why I was different."

"At any rate, time for that kind of recovery isn't likely to happen here, is it?" Not that Washington really thought he was going to get that kind of recovery back home with whatever had happened. His memories of everything were... very unclear. Probably from what Epsilon left behind.

"It may have nothing to do with you, personally. I wish I was of some use in this matter."

At least she was gentle about it.

"I am no expert on the minds of the younger races, but it may do you some good to talk through it."

Washington shrugged. "I doubt I'll ever really get answers." Little does he realize that the answers are there. Just... Waiting to get out.

"I'd think that you'd have more important business than counseling one human."

She shakes her head slowly. "Even if I could not make the time, you are not the only mortal here. It is often our connections to others that brings us out of the darkness."

Washington thought that over carefully. "I do appreciate that. And I am thankful for what time you can spare for me. I will try to get to know the others here as well, since my team from home isn't here."

She hesitates, and then she reaches out to gently, briefly place a hand on his arm. She is not well-versed in demonstrating human affection, but she's trying. "Please do. If there is anything I can do for you, or if you need someone to speak to, I am here."

Washington paused at the touch, but he nods. "I'll let you know if I need anything. Regardless of the circumstances behind my arrival here, I owe you that much, Lanadormi. You have been kind."

She didn't have to talk to him like this.

She bows her head. "Thank you. I should leave you to adjust, however; there is always much to do."

"Understood. And thank you for speaking to me. It's been good meeting you." Washington may not have chosen to come here, but at least she is kind and cares about his wellbeing.