[He's going to focus on HOME. Tadashi, Baymax, his team, superhero thing (and bury that goddamn guilt because he failed at THAT didn't-), robots, the microbots, everything that isn't Kyr and now.]
[ She gives him a verbal countdown—three, two, one—because she's a nice, kind AI. ]
[ And she was right, it does feel weird; it starts as a tingle, faint pins and needles, before the vertigo hits. He feels, oddly, bizarrely, like he's in two places at once, like his very memories are being combed through and settled neatly back into place. ]
Fifty ... fifty three, fifty six ... seventy five ...
[Oh. Oh, that is weird. It's kind of...a bit like using the neural link. Knowing what the Microbots were manipulating as they were without needing to see physically, just using the sensors.]
[Certainly wasn't as THOROUGH as this feeling though.]
[ Yeah, this is … this is all-encompassing, to put it lightly. ]
Ninety four, ninety five … ninety nine –
[ The feelings fades, and with it, so does the holographic wall. It's slow, not jarring, though he may still be disoriented. ]
State your name, your team, and current location. [ Iota sweeps forward, tilting his head up with one light, clinical finger to check his eyes for focus. ]
[ She watches critically, a slight tilt to her head. He seems steady, and all of the background diagnostics scans are coming up clear. ]
Thank you; that should be all. [ Good, this is good. ] Regarding the second list of tools, I will contact you as soon as my preparatory work is complete. It should take no longer than four hours.
[Nods.] That's fine. And whoever's up on Henwen would probably be willing to help, but they also have more injured, I think. At least I can take care of Church.
[Physically fine, aside from his bleeding eye thing and stings, but boy is running on as little emotional stuff as he can right now. So social skills are terrible.]
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[Okay. Okay, just...don't focus on trauma.]
[He's going to focus on HOME. Tadashi, Baymax, his team, superhero thing (and bury that goddamn guilt because he failed at THAT didn't-), robots, the microbots, everything that isn't Kyr and now.]
Okay.
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[ And she was right, it does feel weird; it starts as a tingle, faint pins and needles, before the vertigo hits. He feels, oddly, bizarrely, like he's in two places at once, like his very memories are being combed through and settled neatly back into place. ]
Fifty ... fifty three, fifty six ... seventy five ...
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[Certainly wasn't as THOROUGH as this feeling though.]
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Ninety four, ninety five … ninety nine –
[ The feelings fades, and with it, so does the holographic wall. It's slow, not jarring, though he may still be disoriented. ]
State your name, your team, and current location. [ Iota sweeps forward, tilting his head up with one light, clinical finger to check his eyes for focus. ]
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Hiro Hamada. Flare. Vanara. Iota's ship. Uh. Wasn't really paying attention to the name.
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[ She steps back. ]
Please walk from one side of the room to the other. Stop if you feel any dizziness.
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[Hopping up and he will walk. A bit slowly as he gets his orientation about him again.]
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Thank you; that should be all. [ Good, this is good. ] Regarding the second list of tools, I will contact you as soon as my preparatory work is complete. It should take no longer than four hours.
Is this acceptable?
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[ Maybe. It depends in part upon whether or not Puma yells at her for what she has planned. ]
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But I'm good for the first list?
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[ She closes her eyes, slightly longer than a blink. ]
You will find your tools by the ship's exit.
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[Physically fine, aside from his bleeding eye thing and stings, but boy is running on as little emotional stuff as he can right now. So social skills are terrible.]
[Basically, he's off.]
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[ … and anyway, she's got something new to play with. ]
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[Have fun with the robotics genius with a brother complex and high octane trauma]