[it's no surprise that ASUNARO, with its tentacles spiderwebbing across the world, would take notice when they found it. the Eurydice Project, it was called - started by a noble whose blood and money ran to the country's roots, who carved a space for himself in holdings he had collected over time, inheritors set to grow it, to sink it deeply down until the foundations were ready. people who no one would miss, contained and set on new paths, then wiped and set on them again. the flexibility of memory, the suggestibility of fear, time a distant concept. for, if one could rewrite pain, banish fear, wouldn't it be a marvel? wouldn't it be equally so, if one could do the opposite? bottle agitation into a single dose, extract the soul in the right chemical?
the first Baron de Ross would never be able to get to these heights. but the most recent one saw the potential an alliance would bring, how resources and information could be sent from one to another. it was all too easy, when like minds drew close and saw potential, saw being able to push to greater and greater limits, saw projects being refined as one does a gem from the rough stone, shearing away imperfections until it was left glimmering, brilliant, and irrevocably altered. but one doesn't make promises via word and shared opinion alone. there is paperwork, there is ink, there are terms and agreements. and there are gifts, gestures of good will to prove that certain things are true. for the Project, it is new connections that will call, and good tidings for the next few rounds. for ASUNARO, it is both the box and young woman that are being transported.
ostensibly, it is too dangerous to ship these without precautions. in reality, they are only too proud to show off what's become of those under their care. a subject with the mind already flexible, suggestible, and subconsciously loyal. after all, it might be curious to change the data simulation when something "similar but different" is introduced to the mix. rounds that held the same intent, but were off in their execution. additionally, physical changes from the drugs and events would need to be corroborated, and it was easy enough to do so when one sent something better than blood vials - something that would make synthesis of a greater quantity much easier.
beyond that, Helena Adams has shown remarkable resiliency in terms of her trials. she has stayed quite sane, after all. she behaves, she still maintains a belief in an exit, in some true future. and for how many times she's brushed against death (close, very close, but never crossing that thin line) she's begun to think she's immortal. everyone has some way of coping.
it's been about a week since her arrival, and she's been writing near constantly since then. forsaking a computer for the comfort of stylus and slate, most of her free time spent writing at a furious pace, but she pauses when she hears her door open, laying it aside for a second.]
Oh! Do I have another visitor?
[for however this relocation pans out, it does let her meet new people, and she's glad for it. her feelings on the rest...well. it's change, and change is to be looked forward to. but no matter.
for the sake of whoever it is, she turns in her seat, hands folded on her lap. it's been a long time since she figured out that being angled towards the sighted makes them more comfortable.]
[ Helena Adams. He's memorized that name, along with every lasat piece of data that had been given on her. She was a precious case study, one in which would be utilized to the fullest extent by ASUNARO, but she was also a young girl who needed to be handled with care. Her kind, devoted nature would mean nothing if it wasn't carefully nurtured into a loyalty toward the right people. It was necessary to build up rapport, to so build things up that she might feel safe and contented exactly where she was. ASUNARO is her life now, just as it is for all those involved.
The decision to make Hiyori the primary person that would be responsible for her care was swift. Of those among ASUNARO, he was by far the most gifted in building up relationships with others. He was gentle and kind, understanding and patient, and ever willing to listen to one's every thought and need before responding in kind. They would all build up relationships over time, but it would be Sou Hiyori who oversaw her care and cinched it. It's an outcome that pleases him, as this case is of particular interest to him.
Light footsteps come to a comfortable distance before her, and while she's unable to see it, he keeps his usual smile on his face. It's always easier to remain in good cheer and be friendly if one is putting on the appearance, and so he makes a habit of doing so. There's a soft laugh at the question. ]
Good afternoon, Miss Adams. How are you feeling today? I hope you can forgive the intrusion, I'm sure that things have been quite busy for you.
[ A slightly sheepish tone to match the look on his face. They have to sync up, otherwise he can't play the role just right. ]
[her hand raises in a small wave to greet him, a polite smile on her face. there were different voices, different personalities she had already set to knowing and memorizing in this building. as soon as possible, she wants to know enough to be able to tell by footsteps, by the little things that people carry with them. peculiar scents, certain habits, the atmosphere - things they don't think are important. if Sou Hiyori is to be the primary person who sees to her care, she has every belief that soon enough she'll know him before he even announces himself. and from that, she'll be able to tell more, and fill in an outline before things get too hazy.
she didn't truly survive so long being unobservant. but her faith in others hasn't been totally crushed, and so far, she thinks she hasn't detected a hint of malice from others here. it's a decent change of pace.]
Not as busy as you'd think, Mr. Hiyori. And it's not an intrusion - I'm always happy to have someone come by.
[mainly, it just seems that people are curious. asking questions, asking what she knows about the formulas - not as much as others, she confesses. only what she's picked up over time. to describe things, and she does as best she can. it makes sense, given the circumstances, and she tells them what they ask about.
only what they ask about. for all her openness, she skirts questions at times, and apologizes if she gets too personal about things, and says she doesn't want to waste their time. they're important people - she wouldn't want to make them late. some amount of being guarded is only to be expected, though, when in a radically new place. it's the human instinct to shield what's too personal, too vulnerable, to avoid questions like what brought you there and to talk instead about the trials. (so near and prominent in her mind, of course.)]
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the first Baron de Ross would never be able to get to these heights. but the most recent one saw the potential an alliance would bring, how resources and information could be sent from one to another. it was all too easy, when like minds drew close and saw potential, saw being able to push to greater and greater limits, saw projects being refined as one does a gem from the rough stone, shearing away imperfections until it was left glimmering, brilliant, and irrevocably altered. but one doesn't make promises via word and shared opinion alone. there is paperwork, there is ink, there are terms and agreements. and there are gifts, gestures of good will to prove that certain things are true. for the Project, it is new connections that will call, and good tidings for the next few rounds. for ASUNARO, it is both the box and young woman that are being transported.
ostensibly, it is too dangerous to ship these without precautions. in reality, they are only too proud to show off what's become of those under their care. a subject with the mind already flexible, suggestible, and subconsciously loyal. after all, it might be curious to change the data simulation when something "similar but different" is introduced to the mix. rounds that held the same intent, but were off in their execution. additionally, physical changes from the drugs and events would need to be corroborated, and it was easy enough to do so when one sent something better than blood vials - something that would make synthesis of a greater quantity much easier.
beyond that, Helena Adams has shown remarkable resiliency in terms of her trials. she has stayed quite sane, after all. she behaves, she still maintains a belief in an exit, in some true future. and for how many times she's brushed against death (close, very close, but never crossing that thin line) she's begun to think she's immortal. everyone has some way of coping.
it's been about a week since her arrival, and she's been writing near constantly since then. forsaking a computer for the comfort of stylus and slate, most of her free time spent writing at a furious pace, but she pauses when she hears her door open, laying it aside for a second.]
Oh! Do I have another visitor?
[for however this relocation pans out, it does let her meet new people, and she's glad for it. her feelings on the rest...well. it's change, and change is to be looked forward to. but no matter.
for the sake of whoever it is, she turns in her seat, hands folded on her lap. it's been a long time since she figured out that being angled towards the sighted makes them more comfortable.]
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The decision to make Hiyori the primary person that would be responsible for her care was swift. Of those among ASUNARO, he was by far the most gifted in building up relationships with others. He was gentle and kind, understanding and patient, and ever willing to listen to one's every thought and need before responding in kind. They would all build up relationships over time, but it would be Sou Hiyori who oversaw her care and cinched it. It's an outcome that pleases him, as this case is of particular interest to him.
Light footsteps come to a comfortable distance before her, and while she's unable to see it, he keeps his usual smile on his face. It's always easier to remain in good cheer and be friendly if one is putting on the appearance, and so he makes a habit of doing so. There's a soft laugh at the question. ]
Good afternoon, Miss Adams. How are you feeling today? I hope you can forgive the intrusion, I'm sure that things have been quite busy for you.
[ A slightly sheepish tone to match the look on his face. They have to sync up, otherwise he can't play the role just right. ]
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she didn't truly survive so long being unobservant. but her faith in others hasn't been totally crushed, and so far, she thinks she hasn't detected a hint of malice from others here. it's a decent change of pace.]
Not as busy as you'd think, Mr. Hiyori. And it's not an intrusion - I'm always happy to have someone come by.
[mainly, it just seems that people are curious. asking questions, asking what she knows about the formulas - not as much as others, she confesses. only what she's picked up over time. to describe things, and she does as best she can. it makes sense, given the circumstances, and she tells them what they ask about.
only what they ask about. for all her openness, she skirts questions at times, and apologizes if she gets too personal about things, and says she doesn't want to waste their time. they're important people - she wouldn't want to make them late. some amount of being guarded is only to be expected, though, when in a radically new place. it's the human instinct to shield what's too personal, too vulnerable, to avoid questions like what brought you there and to talk instead about the trials. (so near and prominent in her mind, of course.)]
Are they working you quite hard?