Nightingale

Domhan Tir is a land that refuses the interference of 'techology' such as that Aquavians commonly utilize. Commonplace object such as phones and cars are not allowed in Domhan Tir. Would you like to know more about what Domhan Tir's religious beliefs utilize?

...n...no...

Very well then! Would you like to know more about the indigenous predators to Domhan Tir, including the KATH, whose pelt is often used in fashion?

I--...you told me about that...

You have exhausted most of the bank's information on Domhan Tir. Would you like t--

Tell me my designation...

You are: N-K. You have twenty-five brothers and sisters! You are very important to the safety and future of Aquavia! We appreciate your brave effort to aiding your people.

Wh...what are my brothers and sisters' names?

Your brothers and sisters are named N-J through N-Z. N-K, would you like to change the subject? You ask about this so often.

...no, uhm. It's...show me Timorous Jax again. Please.

Of course, N-K. I'm relieved you chose a new topic. Timorous Jax was a pirate approximately a hundred years ago who terrorized the coast of Domhan Tir. It is believed that Timorous Jax had been a slave to a barbarian band in Domhan Tir who followed no laws or no rules; in return for the cruelty that he was given, T--

How am I going to be helping?

Pardon me, N-K?

How...how am I going to be helping Aquavia?

With your help, and the help of your brothers and sisters, we will be making amazing leaps and bounds in medical technology! We have cured twenty different strains of the common cold with the help of you and people like you! We appreciate your help. In the last year, we have had no casualties of organ failure.

Organ--

Now, N-K, I need to move on. Would you like me to continue--

Why won't you--

I will begin teaching again.

From the tank, she comes, physically and mentally old, and she comes out afraid. She hasn't been fooled entirely and there's the softness in the back of her head, a careless whisper that tells her things are not as they seem but other than that she can't put her finger on it. They call her N-K like it's a tag but that's not her name, not how she feels she should be called, though when she tries to tell someone she wants another name, there's a lab coat and a concerned face and there's a red mark by her tag.

"You will be called by your name, and you will be called nothing else."

She doesn't mingle too much with the rest of them, her brothers and sisters; something from the tank lingers on the girl's memory, threatening in the back, with a soft voice--do not trust them. It isn't an option she can act on for a long time, and she moves, N-K, --

"This bird is called the Nightengale--"

call me that. i like that. it's pretty.

--when the buses come, they come like slow horrors up the road and N-K plus four others have been brought out to meet it, they all have the same marks on their nametags, their designations all bear the same 'error': thought, desire, acting out of place, and in N-K's case, too much of a certain history lesson on the tank, too much wonder.

Snip them fast before they get smart.

I'm meant to be something...I--what's going on?

What's happening...?

The moment N-K enters the surgical building it changes in her, everything changes; she smells disinfectant and sees the masks and eyes and scrubs and something--she is not willing to die, not here, not yet, and she doesn't fight, not outright, but she pretends to be failing. Down. Goes down, crack, as she hits a table. Blood in her ears and eyes and mouth. She's--numb and bloody. Cursing. They can't take her now, not with the possibility of concussion.

More durable than they think.

Run.

Feeling half-sensation she twists and sprints and by the time they realize she's utterly gone N-K has wormed her way out of Aquavia.

"Domhan Tir is -- technology-- "

Domhan Tir.

N-K made a beeline for it, knowing they can only take so much after her, also knowing that her body is valuable, that much she found out when they took her to see the surgeons. However--

i am nightingale

--part of her is mad with fury. She hides in Domhan Tir and waits; they'll come for her if she's so important and when they do the'll find her, all sharp and ready to do killing work. If they want her, if they want to tear her apart and dismantle her edges--

They'll die taking it from her.

known family:

name - age - occupation
name - age - occupation