finishing up the app for exitvoid

[nolonger]

So. Let me get this straight. You want me on a ship, in the middle of no where, with everyone's fears just ready to leap out and get them? Not to mention a good couple of people that probably want me dead, again? And expect me to be ecstatic about that?

Yeah, I've got two words for you: fuck, no. That stupid-- test drive or whatever should have been plenty to get your kicks.

[...yeah, you know that's not going to work, right, Daniel?]

Tch. Figures.

Whatever. It's not going to slow me down. Nothing's going to slow me down. So, fine, bring it. But I swear to fucking god, if anyone else does call me kazak again, I'm going to break their faces in.

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[nolonger]

Mind-reading through your eyes?

Makes about as much sense as anything else, but sure, I'll buy.

[keeping]

Not exactly, but that's close enough. It's not just the eyes.

[She pulls up the blindfold for a moment. Her eyes are solidly black, and around them twist black and white swirls and whorls like intricate tattoos. She pulls it back down after a moment.]

It's more about my connection to the world.