*If pressed, Samus would have told more of the story. As it is, though, she's much happier not having to. The moment of shared understanding is enough. There are other, easier topics to discuss.*
Probably a good idea. Body mods can be a slippery slope; to get the performance you want out of one thing, you need half a dozen others, and for all of them to work right, and if you want to perform just a little bit better, one more, and one more, and so on. Better to know when to stop.
*The stacks of shelves through which they walk are an eclectic collection of neatly-ordered documents. Bundles of scrolls share space with leatherbound books, etched tablets of stone casting shadows on slabs of crystal in whose depths layers of letters faintly glow. And "stacks" is very much the right term, as the walkway echoes hollowly beneath their feet, while glimpses of the cracks around its edges afford views of more layers of shelves below and above. Periodically, they pass a spiral staircase descending and ascending, usually decorated with a fern or piece of art. There's an odd feeling of pulsing as they walk, as well, as if the shelves were rearranging themselves while not being watched, a rhythmic clench-and-relax that is felt in the gut and glimpsed in the edges of the eye.*
That's good to know. The Nexus translates while you're here, usually, but for anything you're going to bring home... oh, if anything with tentacles or a bunch of yellow clothes offers you something to read, don't take it.
*The Hunter moves with purpose through the stacks, and some degree of familiarity. She seems to know where to find what she's looking for, and before too terribly long (how does one even mark the passage of time in that strange place?) stops to pull a thick book from a shelf. The title reads, "Reed Bed Construction and Waste Management." She offers it to Furiosa.*
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Probably a good idea. Body mods can be a slippery slope; to get the performance you want out of one thing, you need half a dozen others, and for all of them to work right, and if you want to perform just a little bit better, one more, and one more, and so on. Better to know when to stop.
*The stacks of shelves through which they walk are an eclectic collection of neatly-ordered documents. Bundles of scrolls share space with leatherbound books, etched tablets of stone casting shadows on slabs of crystal in whose depths layers of letters faintly glow. And "stacks" is very much the right term, as the walkway echoes hollowly beneath their feet, while glimpses of the cracks around its edges afford views of more layers of shelves below and above. Periodically, they pass a spiral staircase descending and ascending, usually decorated with a fern or piece of art. There's an odd feeling of pulsing as they walk, as well, as if the shelves were rearranging themselves while not being watched, a rhythmic clench-and-relax that is felt in the gut and glimpsed in the edges of the eye.*
That's good to know. The Nexus translates while you're here, usually, but for anything you're going to bring home... oh, if anything with tentacles or a bunch of yellow clothes offers you something to read, don't take it.
*The Hunter moves with purpose through the stacks, and some degree of familiarity. She seems to know where to find what she's looking for, and before too terribly long (how does one even mark the passage of time in that strange place?) stops to pull a thick book from a shelf. The title reads, "Reed Bed Construction and Waste Management." She offers it to Furiosa.*
I think this might have a few ideas for you.