queenofheartsrp | (no subject)

[Private thoughts, hackable if you can read her mood]

For all the holes I could point out in the Warrior Princess's reasoning...why didn't I keep investigating on my own? At the first remotely plausible suggestion from one of the kidnappers, I just sat back and followed orders. Used the meager tools I was given for tiny, insignificant comforts instead of continuing to look at the big picture.

That's not happening again.

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I understand a few people have traveled to the boundaries of the Garden and returned. I'd appreciate any information you have to give, as well as volunteers for some reconnaissance-in-force. I'll be leading an expedition to determine details of the border areas and try to find any unguarded and traversible paths that may exist, as well as bringing back more samples of the strange matter there should we fail to find an exit.

Even if I have to go alone, it's time we forced some detailed answers out of this place.

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That's when you ended up ten years younger, correct?

...Yes. I have to say that spooked me good, but I think I need to do something out there anyway. Call it a hunch. Or deja vu.

If you say so.

If nothing else, I can at least bring along some girls who were extremely capable ten or even fifteen years ago.

Who do you mean?

Most of my friends who were brought here have been active agents for at least that long. Vita and I don't even age normally, for our parts.

Ah. Yeah, that will help tremendously, especially because you have working weapons. BEAM weapons, for Christ's sake.

Beams are mostly a Midchildan thing, but yes, I suppose we do.

Just as an example of how advanced it is.

...There's an exotic component to my weaponry, and I think I can substitute something from a creature in the Wild. I have absolutely everything else I need to recreate an ANIMa.

A creature of dream, a creature of unreality...they're similar, certainly.

Basically, I needed to link up the damn thing to the brain of an instinctively psychic creature. Back home, that meant the aliens.

So mental power is what's needed. I see.