Ripley

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The clan calls her Ripley-- strangely reminiscent of someone else, though you're not entirely sure who-- but you're not sure what to make of that (especially since the last 'e' of her name vibrates and rattles on some strange frequency).


Her eyes aren't eyes, really. They glow, like gateways or lost stars. There's something odd about her pearl-- the way it glows and pulses when it shouldn't; the way it floats away from the ground when she lets go to continue her studies. Her motions are strange-- graceful, but overly calculated. Some members of the clan swear they've seen her phase through some of the walls...


«GREETINGS.»


Are you hearing the voice aloud or in your mind? It weaves in and out of existence, though somehow you're able to piece the sounds together coherently.


«I AM RPL-e. I COLLECT DATA ON SX-42 AND PERFORM NORMAL CLAN FUNCTIONS ON A DIURNAL BASIS. THERE IS NOTHING ELSE TO SEE HERE. MOVE ALONG.»


You're still curious, but you feel compelled to move on anyway.


. . .


Why did you come here, again?