β: That's a good question. She wears a lot of blue, because of the man who raised her. I think she likes green, because of nature and the world around us. β: She seems to like most colors, honestly. Maybe blue green, and red?
Bootyyyshaker9000: Hello. I know we haven't spoken much, but I have been informed you had a pretty terrible time recently. Bootyyyshaker9000: So this is an offer to do anything that might help. Bootyyyshaker9000: I imagine the usual niceties were covered, but if you wish for distraction, I know a great deal about technology and computers that you may or may not be interested in?
Tryse: I'd forgotten this earlier. Tryse: There was one a fox that had never seen a lion. One day, he happened to meet one of those beasts face to face. He was terrified, so much so that he thought the fear would reach into his heart and stop it. So he fled. Tryse: On the second meeting, the fear still gnawed at him, but less so now. He simply gave the lion a wide berth, observing carefully. Tryse: On the third meeting, he walked right up to the lion, sat down in front of it, and said, "How's it hanging, chum?"
Bootyyyshaker9000: Aloy and I spoke a bit about the situation back home with Gaia and Nemesis. Bootyyyshaker9000: I wanted to talk to you about Gaia most specifically. If you had any of the damaged code recorded on your Focus, things like that.
Tryse: Aloy reminded me that I'd meant to send these both to you. Just some recitals of some myths and stories from my world. Tryse: I'll warn that two of them involve a lot of gods. I recorded them in the ruins, so our host couldn't overhear. Tryse: The first is shortest. Involves one of the few worthwhile Northmen. The second is about a war sparked by lust and greed, unconnected to the first. The third is about a king trying to make his way home from the war, after his foolishness brings the wrath of the sea god upon him. Tryse: The latter two are meant for various audiences. The former is more for party tales. It's only a few hours long, so I'll suggest you start there.
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Bro! Tell me we still know how to speak of kings! In the old days, everyone knew what men were: brave, bold, glory-bound. Only stories now, but I’ll sound the Spear-Danes’ song, hoarded for hungry times.
Their first father was a foundling: Scyld Scefing. He spent his youth fists up, browbeating every barstool-brother, bonfiring his enemies. That man began in the waves, a baby in a basket, but he bootstrapped his way into a kingdom, trading loneliness for luxury. Whether they thought kneeling necessary or no, everyone from head to tail of the whale-road bent down: There’s a king, there’s his crown! That was a good king.
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aloy: Problem with your program. aloy: Dividing or multiplying by zero gets you zero. That's easy enough. aloy: It won't let me make problems simpler by dividing zero by zero.
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Bootyyyshaker9000: So this is an offer to do anything that might help.
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he felt like maybe she could use some extra cooldown time after That Whole Situation tbh. ]
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Tryse: There was one a fox that had never seen a lion. One day, he happened to meet one of those beasts face to face. He was terrified, so much so that he thought the fear would reach into his heart and stop it. So he fled.
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What was it you sent me - "SOS."
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It's Tryse's profile, but her voice is different. Lower. More powerful.]
I can't text. Fingers broken.
Is Aloy well?
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Bootyyyshaker9000: I wanted to talk to you about Gaia most specifically. If you had any of the damaged code recorded on your Focus, things like that.
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Tryse: I'll warn that two of them involve a lot of gods. I recorded them in the ruins, so our host couldn't overhear.
Tryse: The first is shortest. Involves one of the few worthwhile Northmen. The second is about a war sparked by lust and greed, unconnected to the first. The third is about a king trying to make his way home from the war, after his foolishness brings the wrath of the sea god upon him.
Tryse: The latter two are meant for various audiences. The former is more for party tales. It's only a few hours long, so I'll suggest you start there.
[Attached are three audio recordings! Iliad, Odyssey, and Beowulf. The openings to the first two, she treats serious, like epic poetry. Combined, they round out to more than fifty hours. Opening Beowulf, at only six or seven hours, though...]
Bro! Tell me we still know how to speak of kings! In the old days,
everyone knew what men were: brave, bold, glory-bound. Only
stories now, but I’ll sound the Spear-Danes’ song, hoarded for hungry times.
Their first father was a foundling: Scyld Scefing.
He spent his youth fists up, browbeating every barstool-brother,
bonfiring his enemies. That man began in the waves, a baby in a basket,
but he bootstrapped his way into a kingdom, trading loneliness
for luxury. Whether they thought kneeling necessary or no,
everyone from head to tail of the whale-road bent down:
There’s a king, there’s his crown!
That was a good king.
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