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[The comm clicks on to a heavy breath. There's a pause before Vie speaks, and when she does her voice is lacking it's usual enthusiasm. Instead Vie's tone is quiet but firm, an attempt at hiding any emotion but failing more than she would like to admit.]

Marco.

[Another pause. This is harder than she thought.]

You have my loyalty. I will aid you in whatever way I can, just as I did him.

[And that's all you get. She's forced calm for long enough for today. Vie shuts off the comm and lets it drop to the ground beside her.

Anyone passing along Deck 12 might notice a young woman sitting against the door of room 1212. She's hugging her knees to her chest and staring blankly ahead. Not wanting to believe that she's lost her closest friend once again, Vie is waiting. Silently she prays to every god she's ever believed in to bring him back, or at very least protect Godric and everyone else that's vanished without a trace where ever they are now.

Vie refuses to think any of those lost to be dead.]

(ooc: She won't be much for conversation right now. Vie's not taking the loss of Godric very well. This is the third time that she's let someone in only to lose them a short time after. She's got a pretty short fuse and is severely lacking patience. If she snaps, it's nothing personal. Vie's a bit of an emotional wreck right now. In time she'll be back to normal. For now? approach at your own risk. :<)

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[Silver's just doing his usual round of walk-all-of-the-accessible-areas-of-the-ship routine when he spots Vie, and ambles over, hands in his pockets, before squatting down to her level]

Y'all right there, lass? [his tone is friendly, with a touch of concern]

[Vie has never seen a cyborg before, at least not one like Silver. His words are kind, but she gives an involuntary jump at the sight of his less natural parts.]

Ah--

[She stops to think before she speaks. Silver's being nice enough.]

Just a little shocked, I think. A friend vanished overnight without a word. I've no idea where he is or if he's okay.

[he's used to that look, and the surprise. Even in his own world, being a cyborg isn't a common thing.]

Did y'want t'look for 'im? I walk th' entire ship about once a week--in fact, I was just about t'start me round, if y'd feel like joinin' me.

[Vie stops, debating whether or not a walk is what she needs. She looks to Silver, expression one of thanks hidden somewhere amongst the sadness.]

I appreciate the offer, but... I'm not sure I want to move just yet. This is his room. If he's here, this is where he will go.

[Or should. She knows he probably won't. It's just that this place is a comfort right now.]

Aye, tha' makes pleanty a' sense. What's his name n' his features, lass? I'll be on th' lookout fer 'im.

[Vie perks up at the offer, looking a little happier. Who knew Silver was such a nice guy? That would teach her to judge by appearance. Just because he looked a little scary didn't necessarily mean he was, right?]

He's... a little on the short side and looks about 16 or 17 years old. Short brown hair, brown eyes, and tattoos around his neck [She motions with at her own neck the rough path the neck tattoo followed.], and on his upper arms.

[It's a happier topic for her. One of the last discussions Vie had had with Godric had been in regards to his various tattoos.]

His name is Godric, and while he is a vampire, he is... a very good man.

[Of course, Vie. He's just one big cuddly bear alien. Really. You can trust him :D]

Godric, sixteen 'r seventeen, brown, brown, n' neck tattoos. Can't say that I know what a vampire is, lass, but this description is enough fer me t' be able t'keep a sharp eye. [he pauses, for a moment] Who should I tell 'im is looking for 'im if I happen t'spot the lad?

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[She smiles a bit. Silver, you are a darling.]

My name is Vie. Could I ask your name, sir?

Silver, lass. It is a pleasure t' make yer acquaintance.

Silver.

[Vie is still in that habit of repeating names. It helps commit them to memory.]

Had we of met another day, I might be more... focused. Apologies for the lack of conversation.

[Silver shakes his head] Nah, s'quite alrigh', lass. I'll let y'know if I see anything, aye?

[Vie nods.]

I appreciate it, Silver. Thank you.

[Pause. Consider.]

If it's alright with you, perhaps I could walk with you another day?

When yer up t'it, I would enjoy th' company.

[She nods.]

Until then.

'Till then, Miss Vie. Good luck t'ya. [and with that, he's straightening up, and moving to head out]

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