07-24-2018, 04:52 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 55%; font-family: arial; font-size: 11pt; text-align: justify;"]His answer made sense - obviously if he was interested in socialising at all, diurnal life was the best option. Though honestly Aya hadn't thought the spider struck her as a particularly social creature. She supposed that it was just his manner. Aya herself knew the importance of adapting, though she had never had to do so to the extent that Abathur had. Not that she knew that, really. As you learn and grow, you had to adapt to different people, adapt your speech and loyalties to prise what you wanted from people, adapt to different emotions to present a different version of yourself.
But she almost felt like she didn't have to adapt anything to Abathur; he was so odd and out of place, she wouldn't even know how to get him to like her if she felt she needed to. "Emotion-based eye colour? Like your eyes changed colour with emotions? That's very cool, how'd you even do that? Did you get to choose the colours, or does your brain already associate different colours with emotions? I thought that was societal." She was practically muttering to herself by the end of her questions, tail flicking as her mind whirred. How fascinating that would be, and what a challenge it would have been to guess which colours meant what without the aid of body language or voice tone.
Aya glanced at her books of physics and astronomy and linguistics, considering Abathur's question. "Sure, my main interest is biology, but that doesn't mean I can't know about other things. People would be very boring if they just picked one thing to be experts on and then never learned anything else." She laughed at the prospect of it, in her head imagining some nuclear scientist babbling expertly and then flailing around to try and hunt. In any case, Aya wouldn't put it past herself to attempt to build bionic limbs or organs if she found a connection she was interested in between engineering and biology. Possibly not, though - paws weren't ideal for building, and using even the most dexterous of mouths would be highly unsanitary. Still, genetics alone was enough interest for her.
Oh, sounded like a case of amnesia. "You don't remember? Do you have a head injury? Oh, did you get traumatised and then injured? It must be episodic amnesia, if so, since obviously you're still super intelligent and your motor functions are fine." Suddenly Aya was very awake, ears perked as she fumbled through scenarios. "You seem to remember wherever you were before, or at least your opinion on it, so maybe someone messed up a murder attempt or just tried to get you out of the way. How interesting!" Her tail swished, pleased with this apparent mystery. She almost missed his offer for help. "Experience? Your voice makes that sound extremely ominous, but I'll accept your help anyway. I'm also working on a little something to help with radioactive resistance, so everyone's brains and organs don't get all messed up from generation to generation." After all, unhealthy or mutated organs were unusable, and mutated brains produced such monstrosities as serial killers and incels.
But she almost felt like she didn't have to adapt anything to Abathur; he was so odd and out of place, she wouldn't even know how to get him to like her if she felt she needed to. "Emotion-based eye colour? Like your eyes changed colour with emotions? That's very cool, how'd you even do that? Did you get to choose the colours, or does your brain already associate different colours with emotions? I thought that was societal." She was practically muttering to herself by the end of her questions, tail flicking as her mind whirred. How fascinating that would be, and what a challenge it would have been to guess which colours meant what without the aid of body language or voice tone.
Aya glanced at her books of physics and astronomy and linguistics, considering Abathur's question. "Sure, my main interest is biology, but that doesn't mean I can't know about other things. People would be very boring if they just picked one thing to be experts on and then never learned anything else." She laughed at the prospect of it, in her head imagining some nuclear scientist babbling expertly and then flailing around to try and hunt. In any case, Aya wouldn't put it past herself to attempt to build bionic limbs or organs if she found a connection she was interested in between engineering and biology. Possibly not, though - paws weren't ideal for building, and using even the most dexterous of mouths would be highly unsanitary. Still, genetics alone was enough interest for her.
Oh, sounded like a case of amnesia. "You don't remember? Do you have a head injury? Oh, did you get traumatised and then injured? It must be episodic amnesia, if so, since obviously you're still super intelligent and your motor functions are fine." Suddenly Aya was very awake, ears perked as she fumbled through scenarios. "You seem to remember wherever you were before, or at least your opinion on it, so maybe someone messed up a murder attempt or just tried to get you out of the way. How interesting!" Her tail swished, pleased with this apparent mystery. She almost missed his offer for help. "Experience? Your voice makes that sound extremely ominous, but I'll accept your help anyway. I'm also working on a little something to help with radioactive resistance, so everyone's brains and organs don't get all messed up from generation to generation." After all, unhealthy or mutated organs were unusable, and mutated brains produced such monstrosities as serial killers and incels.