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 Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:27 am
"Oh.. ......well. I don't.. know any other words. It all just.. comes out of my head this way... I can't make it come out any other way. Um.. ...I could draw it?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:42 am
Well, this was certainly a predicament, one she had to start considering a way to remedy. Maybe some reference material for him to read over so he knew how to explain things... maybe.
She watched him for a moment longer when he offered to draw it, she gave a nod, and pushed herself up from her seat, taking her tablet up into her arms.
Leaving him to sit alone at the table for a short time, before she returned with some paper and a pen from the guards office, placing it down in front of him
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 12:49 am
Deimos seemed content to stay where he was while Faleen was away. He didn't want to anger the guards and he was certainly happier out here than in his cell. Getting back on the topic of his engine designs seemed to have him feeling a little better.
When Faleen returned with the paper he perked up. He liked drawing designs. Much better than explaining them. He accepted the pen and went to work, sketching out the internal components of the power source in the Yanmega jet.
It was a mess.. and no small wonder that Star hated his job. Deimos' idea of schematics seemed set by his own warped rules and could as easily have belonged in a twelve year old's notebook as anywhere else. The relative size of things was vague at best and everywhere he made marks and notations with symbols that didn't look like they meant anything. The way he carefully drew out each shape suggested every line did have some sort of meaning, but without an expert in gibberish it'd be impossible to sort out.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:02 am
A frown formed on her lips as she watched him, certainly thinking of what Star had told them about translating the man's designs.
All the same she watched his work closely, still standing at the side of the table next to him as she watched, her arms crossed.
"... Well, Its something to look over." She said finally
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:06 am
Seeming to think that meant the problem was all sorted out, Deimos smiled and offered Faleen the paper, "Does that mean I get a sandwich now?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 12:31 am
It felt awkward... like accepting a child's bad drawing that you really wouldn't do anything with other then throw it out, but couldn't really tell them becasue they were so excited.
Faleen reached out to take the page from him, not returning the smile.
It just added to his strangeness, he had been crying not too long ago, and now he was smiling.
She turned the paper over, and slipping it underneath her tablet, looking back to him as his question.
"I suppose, I will go talk to the guards." She answered.
There were somethings she had to consider in the meantime, it would mean submitting for approval with an Elite though, depending on how valuable they though information like this would be. To Faleen, it was a no brainier, but to the higher ups, they might have different priorities
She wasn't gone for very long before she was walking back into the room once again, with a wrapped sandwich, that was placed down on the table.
"Well, I think this concludes our chat for today." she told him, shifting her weight where she stood. "I have some tasks to see to, so perhaps we can pick this up another time."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 12:45 am
Deimos waited patiently for Faleen's return. When she presented him with the wrapped sandwich he eyed it a moment, then looked at her expectantly. When it became clear she wasn't going to unwrap it for him, he blinked and picked it up. "Okay." He focused on opening his meal and took a bite.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 12:59 am
She returned a 'what?' look when he looked at her expectantly, before figuring out how to open his own food.
Once he did and voiced that he understood, she nodded.
posture back to a refined stance she turned and felt the way she had come back.
"I'm done here. If you wouldn't mind taking him back." She told the guards as she passed. Nodding gratefully to her team mates.
From here she let them take over handling the man.
She hoped to have more opportunities to work with the Galactic Boss, and she Though it might be in her own best interest to have him associate her with good things. He seemed easy to manipulate, This would make her job so much easier.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 1:07 am
Deimos blinked, confusion crossing his face as he chewed his sandwich, "Take me back?" The lack of alarm in his voice said he didn't understand.
As Faleen departed the Brig, she'd be able to hear Deimos' startled protests while he was dragged back to the isolation cells, wailing desperately. Somewhere between the table and the cell he dropped his barely-eaten sandwich.
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