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Quatre

[buildyourworld]

[ from here ]

This is just how it is here. Play your part when CERES put up all this nonsense tests and glitches and you'll be fine.

[ Except you'll probably need to go through some form of mortal perils first but he's not telling him that. This guy is annoying enough as it is. ]

That's what I've been doing. If you'll stop being paranoid over some fake medical report, I can do just that. [ Looking pointedly at the medical chart. ] Give it here.

[colonially]

Fake... mm. It's mostly fake anyway, I suppose.

[Quatre is not handing it over. Really. The things this is hinting at, he's not sure he wants the whole Gundam pilot thing to be common knowledge. And clearly at least the people who wrote this know about it.]

You're very determined about this. [He hesitantly hands it over though.] I'm not sure how long I want to play along with this.

[buildyourworld]

[ Tieria is about to call it quit and heads out of the room when he finally hands him the file, so he takes it instead. He takes one look at it and frowns, recognizing the word that he has been keeping quiet all these while. The fact that it somehow appears on this guy's chart immediately piques his interest. ]

Quatre Raberba Winner, correct? [ Taking another look at the medical chart before he signs it off. ] You seem fine, I suppose some antibiotic to go will be sufficient.

[ Pause. ] Gundamitis huh? I thought it's something embarrassing since you're so paranoid about it.

[colonially]

Mm. That's correct; that's me. And I am fine.

[So okay. Good to go. Right? But don't think he doesn't notice that frown. The blond has a knack for reading people, to say the least. But he doesn't push further, not particularly wanting to call attention to what he's most concerned about. Not yet anyway.

It's when the word is read out loud that he hesitates to simply play it off, somewhere between curious and wary.] I don't really think I'd be easily embarrassed by a fake medical chart. It's more the concern that whoever wrote it is trying to say something in particular, in between the lines.

[buildyourworld]

[ Pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, Tieria contemplates for a moment before deciding if he wants to reveal his knowledge of a word that seem to put both of them on edge. He's fairly sure this person isn't related to Celestial Being seeing how he has access to all the Gundam Meisters' files upon merging with Veda. But to think that there are others like him, possibly in different worlds, that makes him curious. ]

Is it? Like what? [ Really curious. ] Giant robots?

[colonially]

Well, they know my name at the very least.

[But no, that's no answer. And the latter part of that question has Quatre falling silent a moment before ducking his head in a nod. So then it was recognition, when he'd read the chart?]

Yes. Or something like that anyway. [A curious and appraising sort of look. No, no one he recognizes but he got the gist of different worlds and different times from that awful presentation.]

[buildyourworld]

[ So, that's why he's so paranoid. This is a Gundam pilot he's talking to, one from another world. Now he understood why Quatre had been so alert and defensive earlier. ]

Take care of your medical chart. [ Or rather, destroy it, as his tone would imply. Tieria doesn't need Ribbons Almark finding out that there's another Gundam pilot among them. Or anyone else for that matter. ] Contact me when the game is over.

My name is Tieria Erde. Look it up your Cerevice.

[colonially]

Mm. I intend to. Privacy is important.

[No sense leaving something like that around just in case, even in a virtual reality.

Though now really, he's full of questions. Very clearly there's more conversation to be had, but this probably isn't the place for it, in this strange virtual game. So Quatre is quick to nod in agreement.]

Tieria Erde. [He repeats like he's committing it to memory. He'll definitely contact him. For now though, he offers a smile.] Thank you, for the sign off. [Or whatever it is. With any luck that will trigger a way out of this ViViD thing, right?]

[buildyourworld]

[ He nods, acknowledging that thank you. Handing the medical chart back to Quatre, Tieria commits the man to his memory before turning to leave. Though not before giving the man some forewarning. ]

Be careful of the nurses outside. [ He could leave him a gun but Tieria wants to know how good he is. ]

[colonially]

[He takes the chart, slipping the paper from it and folding it up. He'll find some way to get rid of it completely, and then he's going to get out of here.

A pause at the warning and his eyebrows lift. The nurses?] Right. I'll be sure to.

[He'd rather be done with this game sooner rather than later, after all, so he'll take it to heart.]

[buildyourworld]

[ With that, Tieria exits the room with a nonchalant wave to Quatre. He'll know how good he is later, as he secretly roots for a fellow Gundam pilot to make it out of the game without much penalty. ]


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