Digimon: Waltz of the Damned--The Second Movement:
So of course the army will be interested in this new VR technology and at the very least be involved in its development. It had multiple military applications; for example, complete-immersion VR could be used to train pilots, astronauts, et cetera, or to interrogate captives, or for debriefings, or a plethora of other things. So it was rather suspicious...
She turned to Rue. A shy one, huh? Well, she has seen enough people like her to know how to act.
“Hi, Rue,” she said, “my name, as I've said before, is Shai, Shai Arieli. I am from Israel. I assume you're from hereabouts?”
She flicked her head aside and gave May a sidelong glance. “I must note that this technology – complete-immersion virtual reality, if I am not mistaken — has multiple military applications. Of course the military, or at the very least the government, would be involved. Thus, if there isn't any involvement... it's fishy,” she said and turned to Rue again.
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“Nice to meet you,” Silas replied, taking Joel’s hand and giving it a firm shake. “I believe that I already caught your name on the way here, though. Name’s Silas, though you probably caught that as well.” With that out of the way, the grey-eyed youth let go of Joel’s hand and cast his gaze about the room; he noticed that a lot of the others had begun talking as well, many of them voicing concerns and speculations about the nature of the technology involved in this game. While the curly-haired Canadian certainly had concerns of his own about just what was going on here, he could not help but feel that Eric and Shai may have been blowing things just a little out of proportion; and judging from the reactions of several others, including William, the multilingual guy in the red jacket, that blonde woman in the green sweater and one of the local girls, it was clear that he wasn’t alone in that sentiment. Not wanting to get involved with that particular discussion, he turned his attention towards another part of the room, where Alistair was introducing himself—rather loudly—to the other members of the Japanese contingent. The young man could not help but quirk an eyebrow as his doppelganger belted out a greeting in what was probably horrifically mangled Japanese, a little amused by the sight; he was struggling to keep a smile from forming, for it wasn’t polite to make fun of people for not being able to speak a language they had no familiarity with—particularly when he himself was no better at it. Even so, Silas was unable to stop a faint chuckle from escaping his mouth as one of the local players—a slightly-tanned girl who may or may not have been around their age, dressed in a white jacket—replied in equally-broken English. The young man brought a hand up to stifle the laugh, a little ashamed of himself for doing so; amused, to be sure, but ashamed nonetheless. Silas cast his gaze elsewhere; much as he might have wished to get to know these people, the language barrier was a significant hurdle and he did not wish to make a fool of himself or anyone else by stumbling through his words. Instead, his eyes fell upon a tanned young woman in a blue t-shirt whose dark hair fell partway down her back in a finely-knotted braid, and whose face was framed by bangs dyed an interesting shade of dark blue. The Canadian youth tilted his head thoughtfully, realizing that he had seen her before; she had been with them in the limousine earlier, though he must have overlooked her at the time. She seemed rather quiet, to say the least; as far as Silas was aware, this girl hadn’t said so much as a single word since their group left the hotel earlier. She also seemed a little nervous as well, he thought. This notion did not sit entirely well with him, and the youth decided to do something about it. “Please excuse me, Joel,” he said with an apologetic smile. Silas then stepped away from the New Yorker and slowly made his way over to the subject of his curiosity, stopping at a respectable distance so as not to infringe upon her personal space. The young man coughed into his hand in an attempt to get her attention, and once he had it he adopted a friendly, if faint, smile. “Hello. I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you, but I couldn’t help noticing that you seemed a little…withdrawn. Is everything okay?”
First, she turned to Rue. “Well, matters aren't fun,” she said, “with soldiers everywhere, security checks, et cetera. Also, I don't mind the accent. I've seen worse, and yours is pretty much understandable compared to, say, my father's, or the Dalai Lama's.”
She pointed at Ayako. “See? Another person with an accent worse than yours. Hi, Ayako! Thanks for welcoming us!”
She turned to William. “The difference, Unnamed 2, is that VR has more military uses than a remote control.”
To Quill: “The Hunger Games? That shitty Battle Royale ripoff? Let's hope that is not the case. I don't want to be like that Katniss, or that idiot Peeta. Pfft, Peeta. Bread. Heh heh.”
To Olivia: “Better safe than sorry. Also, why all the negativity? What's wrong with some baseless (okay, not baseless, but whatever) speculation? Why don't you join the fun? Same to you, Mr. Joel.”
Back to Rue: “You worry too much. Just enjoy the confusing mass of conversation, sulkiness, speculation and general mess, neh?”
And finally to May, with a wide smile: “You just wait and see.”
Shai's mind practically went into overdrive. Too much information, too many threads of conversation to follow. This is why she hated large gatherings: she'd probably start spewing nonsense soon if the conversation continued in its present, very confusing way.
She took a deep breath. Focus! she admonished herself.
edited 25th Aug '12 4:55:05 AM by desdendelle
A spin. Now she was facing Quill. “Brie, raspberry chutney and apples? What's this, a bad sort of gourmet restaurant? If they'd serve food it'd probably Japanese — I wouldn't mind some gyouza myself, ehehe. Though nothing beats spaghetti with cheddar cheese. Mm, cheddar...”
She smiled. She liked cheddar: its orange-red hue, its smell, its wonderful taste... and it was even better when it was grated and grilled on top of a plate of spaghetti...
“Also, I might be stating the obvious here, but you can't taste theories. Unless you're some weird sort of thought-creature.”
To Alistair: “I still want some pasta, ehehe. Mr. Mickety-Mick-Macleod, your accent is funny. Though easier to understand than that of some people I know.” She imitated the expression of a monkey. “Serves you right for standing in my way!”
She giggled, putting a finger to her lips. “Ehehe, nothing like Warriors Orochi's Toyotomi Hideyoshi. I assume you guys” — that was aimed at the Japanese testers — “know who he was, neh?”
Finally, back to Ayako: “Atashi-wa Shai Arieri des. Yoroshku onegai shimas.”
She bowed her head politely. Then burst out laughing. “That's the extent of my Japanese, ehehe. In Hebrew it would sound far worse, heh heh.”
edited 25th Aug '12 3:04:51 PM by desdendelle