[Ah, another mysterious answer. He supposes that's the best she can do, since her boss isn't actually here right now to give a direct answer. It's tolerable for now, especially when there are a lot of other things that he figures need prioritizing.
... Like his clothing. Even he knows that wandering around in hospital clothes will make him stick out like a sore thumb, so he gives the waterfall one last long look before nodding and stepping back as well.]
I don't want any stuffy shit.
[That's most of what the researchers at the facility all wore, and it's pretty boring!]
[He nods as he follows after her, pausing briefly to give the waterfall one last glance to commit it to memory. Nothing stuffy, something cool that will suit his hair so he doesn't have to worry about dying it or wearing a wig.]
Not specifically, but probably somewhere we can pick up new IDs along with our makeovers.
[ Root is still in Caroline Turing's sensible professional woman clothes, meaning she has to teeter her way up the inclined path on pumps. She's eager to get out of them and into something more practical. ]
I'm thinking I can be your aunt, [ she says thoughtfully. ] I've always wanted to be the cool aunt.
[ Except she doesn't have any siblings, so that was never going to happen. Why not play at it now? ]
[The IDs are obviously more important, but Accelerator can't help being a little excited at the idea of getting to pick out a cool style. You can bet he's going to be observing any and all people in their vicinity on their way to this makeover to build on what little knowledge he has.]
Yeah? I've never thought about having an aunt before.
[Especially a cool one, but she certainly fits the bill.]
[ She reaches up to touch her right ear, which is not at all a necessary gesture but one she does when she has the luxury of it anyway, the equivalent of a fond glancing hand on someone's shoulder. ]
What do you think -- or did you have that already figured out?
[ A momentary pause as she gets the Machine's response, stopping at the trailhead to wait for Accelerator coming up behind her. ]
Huh. Do you speak Japanese? That's convenient. You can be ハーフ. おばさんと呼んで, [ she says cheekily. ]
[As he catches up he blinks, for a second thinking she's talking to him. But he certainly hasn't given any of this any thought, so... no? He furrows his brow at her.
... Well, he does speak Japanese, so he may as well reply in that language.]
[ Although she's not totally fluent in Japanese, it's enough to get by, and she has the characteristic chirpy tone of girlish delivery.
Root shoots that back as a tease, already ducking into the car again. She's eager to get back on the move now that she's realized the Machine had assigned him a name based off of Harold's oldest identity. She thinks she knows where their ultimate destination is going to be, and she can't wait -- both to disrupt Harry's life and, on a simpler basis, just to see him again. She does get lonely, and this has been a long assignment. It'll be nice to get to relax somewhere she can be herself, even if it is a dingy Chinatown subway station. ]
You're going to be Isuka Wren, [ she continues once he joins her in the car. ] That's a special name, so try not to do anything flashy with it, please?
[ Look, she's even asking nicely. Wren might not be around much anymore, especially with Samaritan in the picture, but Root's willing to bet she'd used it because it creates a lengthy plausible series of connections in the way paper-thin identities just don't have. Which means he should know to be careful with it -- those don't come around every day. ]
[He lets out a little snort as he follows her, climbing back into the passenger seat of the car. This feels... nice? He'd like to say it feels normal, but he isn't delusional. He doesn't know what qualifies as normal, so for all he knows this pit stop is still completely abnormal.
However, Accelerator at least feels relatively sure that this is nice. Spending time with someone he likes (he's deciding that in this moment, that he likes Root), seeing his first instance of how amazing nature can be, eating food that normal people eat instead of vague nutritional garbage... maybe there's a better word for it, but right now he's content with 'nice.']
Okay. [He looks curious as to why it's special, but it could just be because her boss picked it out.] I'll try.
[Accelerator is serious about that. Even if he doesn't understand why it's special it's still important, and he doesn't want to screw up his newfound freedom by treating his new fake name poorly.]
[ Root would call it domestic. Which is something she normally abhors, but in this context, rescuing a supremely dangerous teenage boy from dehumanizing exploitation as a favor to her god, she's enjoying herself. It tweaks her sense of rebellious irony to be practicing domesticity with Accelerator, anyway, who has no doubt never been subject to it. ]
A small little brown bird, extremely common in North America -- and extremely inconspicuous. [ Root is not a fan of birds, but it's impossible to miss that Harold is, so she's of course looked up all the types of birds he uses for his identities just to see if there's any meaning there. For Wren, there was.
She starts up the car, this time plugging in her phone and handing it off to her passenger, music app pulled up on the screen. ]
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... Like his clothing. Even he knows that wandering around in hospital clothes will make him stick out like a sore thumb, so he gives the waterfall one last long look before nodding and stepping back as well.]
I don't want any stuffy shit.
[That's most of what the researchers at the facility all wore, and it's pretty boring!]
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[ Root has absolutely not forgotten. Her steps going back up the pathway toward the car are light and buoyant. ]
I can make that happen.
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Okay. Do you know where we're headed next?
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[ Root is still in Caroline Turing's sensible professional woman clothes, meaning she has to teeter her way up the inclined path on pumps. She's eager to get out of them and into something more practical. ]
I'm thinking I can be your aunt, [ she says thoughtfully. ] I've always wanted to be the cool aunt.
[ Except she doesn't have any siblings, so that was never going to happen. Why not play at it now? ]
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Yeah? I've never thought about having an aunt before.
[Especially a cool one, but she certainly fits the bill.]
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What do you think -- or did you have that already figured out?
[ A momentary pause as she gets the Machine's response, stopping at the trailhead to wait for Accelerator coming up behind her. ]
Huh. Do you speak Japanese? That's convenient. You can be ハーフ. おばさんと呼んで, [ she says cheekily. ]
same!
... Well, he does speak Japanese, so he may as well reply in that language.]
俺は推測する。 でも、伯母ちゃん？それは可愛すぎるわ。
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[ Although she's not totally fluent in Japanese, it's enough to get by, and she has the characteristic chirpy tone of girlish delivery.
Root shoots that back as a tease, already ducking into the car again. She's eager to get back on the move now that she's realized the Machine had assigned him a name based off of Harold's oldest identity. She thinks she knows where their ultimate destination is going to be, and she can't wait -- both to disrupt Harry's life and, on a simpler basis, just to see him again. She does get lonely, and this has been a long assignment. It'll be nice to get to relax somewhere she can be herself, even if it is a dingy Chinatown subway station. ]
You're going to be Isuka Wren, [ she continues once he joins her in the car. ] That's a special name, so try not to do anything flashy with it, please?
[ Look, she's even asking nicely. Wren might not be around much anymore, especially with Samaritan in the picture, but Root's willing to bet she'd used it because it creates a lengthy plausible series of connections in the way paper-thin identities just don't have. Which means he should know to be careful with it -- those don't come around every day. ]
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However, Accelerator at least feels relatively sure that this is nice. Spending time with someone he likes (he's deciding that in this moment, that he likes Root), seeing his first instance of how amazing nature can be, eating food that normal people eat instead of vague nutritional garbage... maybe there's a better word for it, but right now he's content with 'nice.']
Okay. [He looks curious as to why it's special, but it could just be because her boss picked it out.] I'll try.
[Accelerator is serious about that. Even if he doesn't understand why it's special it's still important, and he doesn't want to screw up his newfound freedom by treating his new fake name poorly.]
A wren's a bird, right?
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A small little brown bird, extremely common in North America -- and extremely inconspicuous. [ Root is not a fan of birds, but it's impossible to miss that Harold is, so she's of course looked up all the types of birds he uses for his identities just to see if there's any meaning there. For Wren, there was.
She starts up the car, this time plugging in her phone and handing it off to her passenger, music app pulled up on the screen. ]
You pick the music. Go nuts.