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[voice_of_animus]

[Caim is officially in the area. He's been given a room and an occupation. He doesn't even have to share with anyone. Isn't he a lucky guy? His room is barren. Of course it is. He came with nothing, except his sword, armour, and the clothes he wore. He's not wearing the armour, but he is wearing the same clothes, bloodstained and wonderful. Wearing

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[icequeen_aran]

[Samus makes several swift observations seeing this feed. She doesn't recognize him, so he's probably a new arrival. His unfamiliarity with the technology only reaffirms that assumption. His bloodied clothes grab most of her interest. It's easy to imagine he came in here fresh after a skirmish. Curiosity ultimately gets the better of her.

A blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman replies on the video feed, sitting in a dark room. If he squints, he can make out glimmers of metal in the background; perhaps more computers or pieces of technology. He shouldn't have to squint very hard to see she's very comfortable where she is, however; clad in nothing more than thin skivvies. There's something very piercing about her gaze...]

Your video feed is working.

You were in a fight. How long ago was it?

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[voice_of_animus]

[This woman. She invokes a rather odd feeling in the background of Caim's mind. When he hears her, he doesn't detect any sense of insanity. It's relieving to know she's not quite like Arioch. But there is something about her that just doesn't quite sit right with him.

He takes some moments to get a better glimpse of her room, which is hard to do considering the camera's in her room and not his. And even if it were the other way around, he wouldn't know how to work it.

Caim takes note of her words. Video feed. That's what this is. Video geed. He files that away for later. He'll have to ask when he actually has someone he genuinely trusts not to stab him in the back.

His head inclines after a moment and he writes before showing it to her.]

"It did not take place here."

[He assumes she may consider him a murderer of the halls. Except no murders have been announced and no bodies have been found.]

[icequeen_aran]

[He does a fine job of answering the next question she was going to ask. Samus chooses not to question whether he can speak or not; it's readily obvious. She keeps her gaze fixated on him, not unlike a hunter of sorts. She's studying him carefully.]

Where, and how did you get here?

[voice_of_animus]

[And oh, how he wishes she would... not stare quite so intently. He is not a steak fixed on a platter for dinner. He doesn't appreciate that kind of attention.

He looks to his calendar. He's marked the day he came in, though it differs somewhat from the date of his homeland. He doesn't even know how to computer those two things together, however.]

"A few days ago marks my arrival."

[As for how he arrived... That's not so easy to explain.]

"I could not tell you how I arrived here."

[icequeen_aran]

[Her eyes follow his over to the calendar. So not long ago at all. Come to think of it, he arrived just in time for that lovely surprise hallway party, didn't he? She doubts he was the cause of it, but he probably got as much of an earful as any newcomer should. She doesn't look particularly convinced with his vague reply. It's back to the unrelenting, prying stare.]

You can do better than that. Was it a worm hole? A flash of light? Did you fall out of the sky?

[She's heard it all. There's a slight pause; her interrogative tone eases, but only very slightly so.] ...or was it death that brought you here?

[voice_of_animus]

[That's a good question. Was it death that brought him? He still wasn't too sure. If he was dead, then this wasn't his idea of the Afterlife. He would have preferred to not go to an afterlife. He would have preferred to have been left on his own to rot in the ground.

But if he were alive... Then it meant Angelus was, too. And that gave him some form of hope.]

"A portal."

[That's all he really knows. A portal of some kind, somehow.]

"'Good' fortune."

[icequeen_aran]

[Good Fortune. So he had a sense of humor under that stoic face. Samus eyes him up an down, finding this a satisfactory answer. For now.]

You're not the first, and you won't be the last. I'll advise you to stay out of trouble while you're here.

[Helpful suggestion or warning: take your pick.]

[voice_of_animus]

[There she goes with the traveling eyes again. He doesn't like it one bit, and he's not sure at all how he feels about her as a person.]

"I wouldn't dream of causing conflict."

[Well, perhaps he would, but like Hell is he going to admit that to anyone.]

[icequeen_aran]

Do you have a name?

[voice_of_animus]

[He's so tempted to anger her, but considering that perhaps she wasn't exactly being rude, he refrains. Instead, he nods and he writes it for her.]

"Caim."

[icequeen_aran]

[Caim. She considers offering her name but it ultimately doesn't leave her lips. If he wants it, he'll ask.]

Do you have any questions?

[About this place? Surely he must..]

[voice_of_animus]

[He thinks over that. He does have a lot of questions, but he honestly doesn't know where to begin.]

"A name for a name?"

[That sounds like a good start. Of course he wants to know your name, silly girl.]

[icequeen_aran]

Aran. Samus Aran.

[voice_of_animus]

[He nods in acknowledgement and doubts he'll be forgetting her anytime soon. But then his memory is rather good. He'll probably never forget her.

Now, what else to ask...]

"What is your position here?"

[icequeen_aran]

Faculty.

[She leans back a little in her chair.]

I teach Armed Weaponry and BioMechanical Engineering. It's not the sort of life I ever imagined to have.

[Honest, but sufficiently vague.]

[voice_of_animus]

[He nods, ever so slowly. So she's faculty. No wonder she's being a little rough around the edges. She's just trying to protect the other students, he supposes.]

"Understood."

[Then he writes more and gestures to himself.]

"I will be an assistant to Goose, fellow faculty of yours."