No, they didn't. I've come to believe our respective wheelhouses are completely incidental. Perhaps in the next group; we survived, so with that process locked down, why not seek out the types of people they want?
And if it's one of those two, you'll have a site picked out somewhere in the woods.
A full myriad. I suppose the suggestion of actual time travel - or at least, time access - is more or less confirmed now. Given the myriad, I couldn't be sure.
Have you met Helaena? Sweet girl. Apparently a handful of her own family came here with her, though I don't know about their personal timeline.
I hope her children are being looked after. Of course they'd separate families from children and not think twice. There are children among us, you know. I met a boy who couldn't have been older than twelve, maybe thirteen. Kidnapping and neck surgery, just the same. I have sympathy for the way the people here have been forced to live, I just can't help but maintain that Patho-Gen have bankrupted their ethics department. This is the kind of operation I'd see razed to the ground under different circumstances.
[So he'll find a local job in a nice library, instead, lest he get sent to HR on his first day.]
[ Hey, he legitimately finds the topic exciting...
Jayce hasn't met anyone that young yet, or if he did he misjudged their age. He takes a bit longer to respond, caught thinking about his own recent history - his mistakes, the lives lost. The ethos he violated to save Viktor. He's not sure he has any right to a moral higher ground anymore. But he still knows this is wrong. ]
I don't have a world, but I know that's semantics.
[It is technically also true, these days, but he also knows most people here haven't dabbled in space travel. Details.]
When an operation I disagreed with threatened my House, I moved the House. Semantically, again; other people did the physical labor. The order was mine, though.
Shutting down a few laboratories and commercial operations wouldn't be difficult. But I wouldn't be willing to pay a living cost, so it'd depend.
He won't respond further after this, spending a fair amount of time wondering if he wants to ask anything else/admit anything else and then giving up. ]
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You have a site scouted already?
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But I'd still want a way to block or at least dampen the radiation with a proper container.
[ So no one accidentally stumbles into Katalyth they can't find, and gets hurt. ]
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[Maybe just lift a container or a protective suit from the supply of those groups that go out and collect... Wherever those are kept.]
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In any case, my shopping list keeps growing.
[ He needs actual money now. ]
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[He kept going back, so...]
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[Ha ha. This is not a bit, if there's a pptx he wants to know.]
To Patho-Gen, though, I assume? I was thinking I'd look into a local library, myself.
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And yes, one to Patho-Gen at least. I want access to their labs, but I'm not holding out much hope. They didn't bring us here for our degrees.
[ They are experiments, he keeps reminding himself. ]
If not them, then maybe something in machine repairs. Or smithing.
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And if it's one of those two, you'll have a site picked out somewhere in the woods.
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It's strange. They transported me and three other people from my home, all of us from different points in the timeline.
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How different are your perspectives? I've met half a dozen people here from the same star system as me, but another planet, and a full myriad behind.
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A full myriad?
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Have you met Helaena? Sweet girl. Apparently a handful of her own family came here with her, though I don't know about their personal timeline.
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[ /s
They can yammer about it, though. ]
I met her briefly. She told me she has two young children she's been separated from.
[ As much as he wants to help Patho-Gen solve their problem, he has issues with their method - even if performed in desperation. ]
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I hope her children are being looked after. Of course they'd separate families from children and not think twice. There are children among us, you know. I met a boy who couldn't have been older than twelve, maybe thirteen. Kidnapping and neck surgery, just the same. I have sympathy for the way the people here have been forced to live, I just can't help but maintain that Patho-Gen have bankrupted their ethics department. This is the kind of operation I'd see razed to the ground under different circumstances.
[So he'll find a local job in a nice library, instead, lest he get sent to HR on his first day.]
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Jayce hasn't met anyone that young yet, or if he did he misjudged their age. He takes a bit longer to respond, caught thinking about his own recent history - his mistakes, the lives lost. The ethos he violated to save Viktor. He's not sure he has any right to a moral higher ground anymore. But he still knows this is wrong. ]
Could you? If this was your world?
[ Does he have that authority where he's from? ]
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[It is technically also true, these days, but he also knows most people here haven't dabbled in space travel. Details.]
When an operation I disagreed with threatened my House, I moved the House. Semantically, again; other people did the physical labor. The order was mine, though.
Shutting down a few laboratories and commercial operations wouldn't be difficult. But I wouldn't be willing to pay a living cost, so it'd depend.
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[ Semantics can be important.
There's a long-ish pause, and he shifts the topic slightly: ]
Has anyone ever died on your order?
[ Direct or indirect. Palamedes' previous answer would imply not for the former. ]
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[Anyway, that's a question.]
I've never made a decision that would guarantee anyone's death except my own, if that's what you mean. They're my family, not my fodder.
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I guess things are different, when you can pick up and move everyone.
[ Piltover and Zaun would always be entwined. And now there's Noxus, already within their walls. ]
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[ Genuine sentiment, if somewhat awkward?
He won't respond further after this, spending a fair amount of time wondering if he wants to ask anything else/admit anything else and then giving up. ]