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[sangreine]

[Between one moment and the next, a cocoon has appeared in the zoo. It's in a tropical place, humid and sticky like its own gossamer surface. A latticework of support-threads keep it held upright and inside is the veiled figure of a humanoid creature, visible because of a red-tinted illumination from within. It pulses softly, as if the entire structure is alive.]

[Animals or insects that happen to be nearby might scatter at an unseen, unheard queue. After a pause it becomes apparent why as there's a shift, the cocoon going dark. A creak, then a fracture, taking mere moments to cobweb across the entirety. The first crack brings with it a rush of discolored, viscous fluid which breaks off jagged bits of shell. A delicate, pale hand appears, the arm and shoulder following as the creature inside slides free, and the lithe figure of a nude young lady falls out onto the ground. Her impossibly long black hair snakes over her back and legs, barely covering her prone form.]

[Her thoughts can not form words -- she has no language -- but her instinct fully active. Survive, it tells her. Move. And so her limbs twitch, shaking as if in disuse. She stirs, but does not lift her head.]


((OOC: Saya Otonashi intro! She has no memories of who she is, and can't really talk or do much, so please halp? Anyone who can sense vampires/superhumans is welcome to be pinged if they wish!))

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[beyourarmy]

[Setsuna nods his head, then points to her.]

Yes. Saya. That's your name. Or, at least, that's what I was told.

[sangreine]

[She looks perplexed at that. She's "Saya." She doesn't think she likes that.]

Saya... sad. [It's not quite good enough to explain how she feels, but her vocabulary is terribly limited thus far, and that's the closest she can come.]

[beyourarmy]

[He looks at her, perplexed and concerned. Hands going to her arms, gently.]

Sad? You don't like your name? Or you don't want to be Saya? [He knows she can't fully respond, but he had to ask. There are a lot of ways that could go.]

[sangreine]

[She makes a discontent sound, perhaps confused or frustrated. It wasn't the word, she likes the name, but it was the way Karl said it. She didn't like that. How to explain...?]

[She points in the direction Karl went when he left. Maybe that will help.]

[beyourarmy]

[When she points in the direction, Setsuna can grasp it a bit better. This was about Karl. Something relating to Karl and her name. He glares in Karl's general direction, wherever he went off to.]

I didn't like the way he was talking to you, or about you, either.

[sangreine]

Din't like. [She can't quite pronounce the contraction exactly, but she nods after sort-of saying it. That fits.]

Karl talking Saya, didn't like. [She gets the word better enunciated now, which pleases her, even as she is a little worried that Setsuna won't understand.]

[beyourarmy]

Do you not like Karl. Or just don't like how he was talking to you?

[He'll try to understand. No matter how many tries it takes.]

[sangreine]

[Hmm. Words alone aren't working, so she tries a new tactic.]

[Saya points in Karl's direction again. Lowering her voice a few octaves, Saya does her best imitation of Karl saying her name, dark and cold and forceful.] Saya!

[She shakes her head, her voice returning to normal.] Sad. Didn't like.

[beyourarmy]

[When she gives her example, Setsuna goes a little stiff.] He didn't intend anything good for you. He wanted bad things.

[His own voice is soft, gentle when he speaks next.] Saya. [He takes her hands and looks very intently at her so she understands what he's saying he means every word.] I promise I'll do everything in my power to protect you from him, okay?

[sangreine]

[At first she looks worried since Setsuna looks so serious, but what she can understand of his words combined with the soothing tone has her smiling softly, squeezing his hands.] Okay.

[Later, she'll look back on this with regret, knowing it's she that should protect him.]

[beyourarmy]

You understood some of that? Damn, you pick it up fast. [But he's smiling the whole time, unsure. Maybe she just agreed with him?]

[He'd never be okay with that. He's managed Karl for several months just fine, after all. And well, he's sexist. Teach him better, Saya.]

[sangreine]

[The compliment widens her smile. She's not devoid of language, just thirty years out of practice.]

Promise. [That's an important word, for instance. She knows that much, and he used it with a gentle voice. So it has to be a good thing.]

[beyourarmy]

[He would still be amazed.]

Yeah, I promise. I just hope I can do well enough.