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[medusalith]

[ When the feed opens it's not quite clear what's holding the communicator as Medusa has both hands visible - clasped neatly in her lap while a chunk of her red hair extends towards the feed, and it might take a second or two before someone watching realizes that what is currently holding the tablet is said chunk of hair. There's also a giant bulldog sleeping at her feet, currently not running rampart around the Hold for once. ]

Greetings, fellow Transports.

As much as I dislike posing a question that has doubtless been asked countless times before - has anyone considered going directly to the leadership of the Initiative for answers? Or, as a less ambitious goal, discovered who - or what - leads the fraction we have no choice but to side with?

Furthermore, this place seems ill-suited for those with any inclination away from pointless violence. I ask if anyone has any experience with politics or diplomacy to share what options you have found here.

[ A slight incline of her head to indicate a preemptive thanks at whoever comes forth before she continues on. ]

Sister, if you are free - we have things to discuss.

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[painfeels]

Really? Just with your thoughts?

[Some people have all the luck.]

[medusalith]

That is all, yes. It is a result of exposure to the Terrigen Mists of my people when I was a child.

[painfeels]

What the heck are those?

[medusalith]

A mutating agent, carefully controlled by my people for our use.

[painfeels]

Oh. Sounds like nasty stuff if it wasn't, uh, controlled.

[medusalith]

It was. But such a time was centuries ago, and we have learned the lessons our ancestors overlooked.

[painfeels]

Least someone did.

[medusalith]

[ a pause, and then: ]

Did they not in your world?

[ she's just guessing and it's impossible to tell inflection on text, but it's a strange thing to mention. ]

[painfeels]

You could say that.

[medusalith]

I see. [ well there's not much pressing she can do without being impolite. ] Do you have a name?

[painfeels]

It's Painwheel.

Nice to meet you.

[medusalith]

A pleasure, Painwheel. I am Medusa.

[painfeels]

I like your hair. It's very long, and red.

[the most awkward at complimenting someone.]

[medusalith]

[ A smile, because helping Medusa's ego along is a sure way to get on her good side. ]

Thank you. It has become something of a symbol among my people.

[painfeels]

A symbol? Yeah, I can see that.

[medusalith]

I spoke for my husband when he was alive, and now I rule in my son's stead.

And what of you?

[painfeels]

Me? I was just a normal schoolgirl, until I was kidnapped and got turned into a monster.

That's my story.

[medusalith]

I cannot presume to know your experiences, but it would seem that you are still yourself in ways that matter most. Is that not what counts?

[painfeels]

You'd think so, but it's worse than you think.

[medusalith]

Then, for what it is worth, I am sorry.

[painfeels]

Yeah, thanks... I guess.

[medusalith]

If you require anything, you need only ask and I will see to it that something is done.

[painfeels]

That's, uh, pretty nice of you.

[medusalith]

I am a queen - this place has robbed me of ruling my people, it will not take another of my duties along with it.

[ Her sister would be so proud of her. ]