UN: Vision | Video

[visionarie]

[ The recording captures the burgundy-skinned synthezoid touching his dog tags before android-like eyes rise up to meet the camera. He's hesitant at first, pressing his lips together as if unsure how to start until: ]

I am sorry for the disturbance. [ His fingers run over the cool metal ] These identification markers [ call them dog-tags! ]. Since I've been given one,  does this mean I'm allowed to move through the ship without prior approval?

[ There's a hint of hope that flickers through his eyes at that question. He's not entirely certain but from what he's gathered, it seems to be the case. Still, he prefers a direct answer rather than to assume. ]

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[avicula]

[ fine, if he insists on video. here's dutch, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. ]

How so? [ but she uncrosses her arms to wave one hand dismissingly a moment later. ] None of us can really get far, anyway. No matter how free we are to move around here.

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[visionarie]

[ He looks down, surprised by the video feed, though he says nothing and quietly adds her to his memory banks. As for her question - there's a small pause on his end as he tries to put into words what he only knows through observations. ]

As you can see, I don't exactly... blend in.

[ No one has directly forbidden him to leave the Avenger's compound though he's not encouraged to leave either. Vision understands acceptance takes time. For the time being, he is content to allow humanity to come to terms with the variable he presents. Though, that doesn't seem to be the case here, which is the root of his question. His way of pushing barriers. ]

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[visionarie]

[ That statement has him looking at her curiosity. ]

If I may, [ a tilt of his head ] how far do you want to get?

[avicula]

[ so he's kind of androidy and red. dutch has seen androids and cyborgs and plenty things in between. unless he has green goo running through his veins or otherwise turns out to be an asshole, dutch really doesn't give a shit. ]

I've seen worse.

[ for a moment, her lips press together. ] All the way back to the Quad, of course.

[visionarie]

[ That answer pulls a small smile from his lips. ]

Thank you. [ A pause. ] I think.

[ There's a pause on his end as threads of thought divide, searching through his memory banks for her meaning until - ]

A galactic quadrant?

[avicula]

[ well, that gets a smile from her as well, if one that is lop-sided, close to a smirk, and doesn't last very long. ]

A planetary system in the J quadrant.

[visionarie]

[ A crease of his brows. ]

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that connotation.

[avicula]

Not from around there, huh?

[ she'd like to say that it doesn't bother her. it shouldn't: there's plenty more to space than just the j and dutch has always claimed that westerley and the quad isn't home, but - war is coming, and she wants to be there. she'd like for the place she's found friends in to matter. for people to know it exists, at least. ]

Where are you from, then?

[visionarie]

Is it obvious?

[ He's no longer a newborn, but in instances like this, he's reminded just how old he truly is. ]

Earth. [ And after a moment he adds: ] A planet in the Alpha Quadrant.

[avicula]

[ dutch derives no actual satisfaction from saying: ] Never heard of it.

[visionarie]

I would be surprised. We are... [ how should he put this ] not space worthy yet, technologically.

[avicula]

That would explain it. So, how big an adjustment is being here?

[visionarie]

[ He contemplates that question for a long moment, his mind diving into his memory banks where he'd begun to categorize all the new information he'd been bombarded with since his arrival. ]

It's.... [ his eyes shift up to look at the long expanse of space ] an adjustment, but not a bad one.

[avicula]

You don't mind being here?

[visionarie]

[ His answer comes easy. ]

No.

[ A look. ] Should I?

[avicula]

You don't have better places to be, be my guest.

[ dutch minds. she minds a lot, especially since it isn't her choice, since this is just another incident of someone or something jerking her around, pulling her strings. ]

[visionarie]

[ A quiet look. ]

You don't want to be here.

[ That much he can gather. ]

[avicula]

No shit.

[ but whatever anger dutch feels isn't directed at him. ]

[visionarie]

You're homesick.

[avicula]

No. [ if anything is home these days, it's johnny jaqobis. it's johnny, d'avin and the team, it's alvis and pree. and johnny is actually here. ]

But I'm pissed about not getting the choice whether to be here or not. Whether to stay or to leave.

[visionarie]

We all have choices. Some have more than others... I suppose it all stems from our perspective, the circumstances we believe ourselves in.

[avicula]

I believe myself to be on a spaceship that isn't mine, in a part of the galaxy I wasn't in before and that I don't want to be in.