01 || Emilia Galmar || [video]

[emilia_galmar]

[A severe young woman is sitting stiffly at her network point, clutching a frilly umbrella across her chest, partly as a weapon and partly to hide some of the uniform she'd woken up in. ]

Ahem. I'd be most grateful if someone could inform me where in this tower I could find some more decent clothing than those issued to us.

[Her lips thin at even having to mention the unacceptable items of clothing.]

I'm afraid I'm quite new, so I don't know where to even begin.

For reference, 'decent' means tops that button up to the neck and skirts that are at least ankle length. Thank you.

[With that little message complete she turns off the feed]

Comments

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[heather_mason]

[Heather's eyes widen significantly.]

A clone? Who the fuck had the balls to clone me?

[Her eyes now narrow, as she takes in this information.]

And I am not a clone, lady. I dunno what you've heard, but I'm as real as they come.

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[emilia_galmar]

[She snaps out automatically]

Heather, will you mind your language!

[And then she looks a little contrite. Just a little, because she realises all her good work in toning down her Heather's language needs to be started all over again]

Are you sure? And does it matter if you are? As long as we have our souls and our memories, we are ourselves, no matter where our flesh came from.

The people who cloned you were terrible, but most of them are dead now. They wished to make us into soldiers for the war they were fighting.

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[heather_mason]

[Heather makes a face.]

Soldiers? God damnit, if I wanted to be a soldier I woulda joined the freakin' army!

[She calms for a moment before getting fired up all over again.]

And, yes, it does matter if I'm a clone! I don't remember being cloned!