TP - PERIDOT DORM 1.0

[impacter]

If any of the Peridots die, we shall make a new dorm PC (unless the dead, idk, become ghosts or something).

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[impacter]

[A squeeze is given to her shoulder at that, his smile even and reaching his eyes as he tries to meet hers. The most human he's looked, more than likely, in the entire last week.

They've got you, Noelle. Trust them.]

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[impacter]

[And, like a flip of a switch he's allowing her to see before hiding it away again, his expression grows sly with remarkable speed.]

A strategist. What a term to just drop like that, Noelle, you're going to make me so curious!

[heartstringless]

No. It's just... [Well, that's a lie, really.]

I'm a puppet. So...

[noellemadic]

[That brief moment doesn't go unnoticed. She truly appreciates that]

Ask me more when I'm not in front of you. Forum only.

[Just echoing Solomon not answering questions back then through the forum even though it's perfectly possible to do so. That she's good enough to get a little insolent and throw back at him his antics is a good sign]

[impacter]

Ahh, I see.! [Uh oh, you've got him interested now.]

Is it something you learn how to do, or something you're born with?

[noellemadic]

I'm no expert, but... [She tries to remember the details she knows from osmosis] If two parahumans have a kid, it likely will be a parahuman too, even if the powers may be different to the parents'.

But for most, they gain the powers in moments of great distress, so...it isn't something you learn. It's more something you unlock. Then it's up to you to hone it.

[Oh! Maybe she should add...]

A parahuman is someone with powers. There's a whole system of classification, and Master is one of the many categories. Parahumans are rare, about a few dozens people in any big city.

[But the numbers sure pile up when you consider the national and global scale!]

[impacter]

[...

Well! That would explain the age.]

In what way? You... seem very self aware.

[impacter]

[He's definitely pleased with it. It shows she has some bite, and having some bite means there's still some spark of a life in there. In some way and shape. Even for the most dismal.]

Ah, so cruel! But if you'd like to show off for the other students, who am I to say no?

[heartstringless]

I'm particularly advanced. Father made me that way.

[Um...]

But I'm not flesh and blood like a human, if that's what you mean.

[impacter]

...I can't imagine the shock it must be to have powers you don't understand come to you so suddenly. It must be rather frightening.

[There's a tinge of something hard to place in how he says that. Sympathy, perhaps.]

How are they treated?

[impacter]

[Huh. Interesting, if the Father believes Pinocchio to be just as alive as the rest.... but then again they DO have an apple just floating around.]

Fascinating... are you machinery, then, or something else...?

[heartstringless]

[Pinocchio believes himself to be alive, too, though whether or not that has any actual bearing on the fact itself is probably more philosophical than empirical.]

I think that's the best way to describe it. I'm machinery, but I also house a soul inside of me. And I have memories, and react to experiences with emotions, just like any other human.

[impacter]

A soul? Odd, that... shouldn't be possible, I think... Not like this.

Is it unique to you, or was it taken from something else?

[heartstringless]

A lot of puppets run on something called Ergo, which is just the refined energy of souls. But mine... my heart is special. It was custom-made by my father. To make my experiences more human in general.

WEEK TWO - POST INVESTIGATION

[impacter]

[Hello, Peridot! Whether you are at the dorm or returning to the dorm, you may be around to notice two things:

1) Solomon, trudging through the front door like a sopping wet cat.
2) Later, when it smells like something is burning from the kitchenette. Like, BURNING burning.]

[impacter]

[The energy...?]

Here I'd have to wonder how they obtain that kind of power out of a soul...

[He rests his chin against his hand, cocking his head.]

You do seem to fit the storybook, don't you? Though... I might have to see if your face changes shapes if you tell a lie.

WEEK TWO - POST EXECUTION

[impacter]

[At some point during the evening, Noelle's empty bed will be found made. Not neatly, as though for fear of losing her fingerprint on their dormroom, but collected as though waiting for her to come back.

They can argue about rearranging things on Monday. For Sunday, it still belongs to Noelle, as far as Solomon is concerned.]