12-10-2019, 03:52 PM
Kaz's claustrophobic feelings were very relatable at the moment - the spider was starting to feel confined, trapped in, especially as the conversation went off the rails, talking about his prospective career instead. Miller certainly was a wrench in the works, in every possible way, and the spider felt his opinion toward him souring. It was awfully presumptuous of him, when he hadn't even really mentioned any want to, besides a general pursuit of intellectualism, but it wasn't like every scientist that traipsed along their borders was shoveled into the same role, right? It wasn't like -
Calm, now.
Abathur could see why he - why Aurum - was so high-ranking. Why Moth and Roy trusted him so much. He channeled the flow of conversation so expertly, so calmly, so congenially... Abathur was, truly, baffled. Why did he do that? Why would anyone do that? He could expect people to be polite, yes, but the people here were so... genuine, so transparent. It felt like they weren't just acknowledging his presence, rather actually taking him in, treating him like a person. Why? How did it benefit them, Aurum and Moth?
He could re-evaluate how he saw people later, he reminded himself, shaking off the stunned quiet he had been prodded into. He couldn't just ignore what they were saying; there was valuable information there, theoretically.
Moth had approached, someone who puzzled him in her congeniality almost as much as Aurum, pushing through her fear even though she didn't have to at all (though at least she was trying to establish him as a valuable resource; he could understand that). Still, she did it, so he had to deal with the consequences of her actions. Grunting first, the spider replied to her, "Yes, would enjoy that. Lack extreme in-depth knowledge of herbal treatments; would be... beneficial." His gaze lingered on her for a second, still trying to put together some invisible puzzle in his mind, before moving to The Wrench.
Perhaps he had been overreacting in his anger towards Miller. Sure, he had been presumptuous, but... there was something odd in the air he had about that now, as if he was trying to do the same thing Abathur was, just putting together a puzzle in his mind. He had to wonder if the feline held more pieces than he did. "Perhaps; will contemplate putting knowledge to use," he said, calm as could be, no indication as to the anger that broiled inside him early.
Last was Aurum, the primary target of his utter confusion. It felt like a rug had been swept out from under his many feet, leaving him stumbling for a new foothold, for some stability. It was a feeling he did not like at all, a vertigo he hoped to avoid. He needed some time to think things over - better to lock away the revelations until he could actually think about them. Too late to respond to Aurum's heartfelt anecdote, he instead decided to reply to... well, everything else the lion had said. Well, he had decided to, but was left at a loss for the right words. He appreciated the contribution, but that didn't feel... right. Neither did a 'thank you' - it was too informal for him, didn't work with his vocabulary. Perhaps he would just not acknowledge it at all, leave it for some other time, or for never. That seemed the best course of action now. "Indeed," he grunted simply, trying to figure out what the say. In a way, he was left in the same spot Aurum was before now, grasping at straws for something to talk about. "Have not met subject Delilah - do they have additional medical training?"
His books were a far away thought in his mind, now, replaced with thoughts of medicine and of how little he knew about people after all.
Calm, now.
Abathur could see why he - why Aurum - was so high-ranking. Why Moth and Roy trusted him so much. He channeled the flow of conversation so expertly, so calmly, so congenially... Abathur was, truly, baffled. Why did he do that? Why would anyone do that? He could expect people to be polite, yes, but the people here were so... genuine, so transparent. It felt like they weren't just acknowledging his presence, rather actually taking him in, treating him like a person. Why? How did it benefit them, Aurum and Moth?
He could re-evaluate how he saw people later, he reminded himself, shaking off the stunned quiet he had been prodded into. He couldn't just ignore what they were saying; there was valuable information there, theoretically.
Moth had approached, someone who puzzled him in her congeniality almost as much as Aurum, pushing through her fear even though she didn't have to at all (though at least she was trying to establish him as a valuable resource; he could understand that). Still, she did it, so he had to deal with the consequences of her actions. Grunting first, the spider replied to her, "Yes, would enjoy that. Lack extreme in-depth knowledge of herbal treatments; would be... beneficial." His gaze lingered on her for a second, still trying to put together some invisible puzzle in his mind, before moving to The Wrench.
Perhaps he had been overreacting in his anger towards Miller. Sure, he had been presumptuous, but... there was something odd in the air he had about that now, as if he was trying to do the same thing Abathur was, just putting together a puzzle in his mind. He had to wonder if the feline held more pieces than he did. "Perhaps; will contemplate putting knowledge to use," he said, calm as could be, no indication as to the anger that broiled inside him early.
Last was Aurum, the primary target of his utter confusion. It felt like a rug had been swept out from under his many feet, leaving him stumbling for a new foothold, for some stability. It was a feeling he did not like at all, a vertigo he hoped to avoid. He needed some time to think things over - better to lock away the revelations until he could actually think about them. Too late to respond to Aurum's heartfelt anecdote, he instead decided to reply to... well, everything else the lion had said. Well, he had decided to, but was left at a loss for the right words. He appreciated the contribution, but that didn't feel... right. Neither did a 'thank you' - it was too informal for him, didn't work with his vocabulary. Perhaps he would just not acknowledge it at all, leave it for some other time, or for never. That seemed the best course of action now. "Indeed," he grunted simply, trying to figure out what the say. In a way, he was left in the same spot Aurum was before now, grasping at straws for something to talk about. "Have not met subject Delilah - do they have additional medical training?"
His books were a far away thought in his mind, now, replaced with thoughts of medicine and of how little he knew about people after all.
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