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"If you think this is really necessary then perhaps I should sign up for cross-training in psychiatry; I've been seeing a need for that lately anyways."
"No no, you're good. And you're on. Go."
Sylvannah sits composed in a chair, watching someone off-screen as they move across the room, the door closing behind them. She's wearing a red chiongsam-like dress with black filgree and lace, complete with a high collar and a low neckline. Her eyes slowly shift back to the camera and she stares at it in silence for a moment. Finally with a sigh, she leans forward, pulling her tail into her lap.
"As part of the review process following recent events, we are having to submit private video journals for professional psychiatric assessment of our team. It has now been..." Syl has to look up for a moment as she caluclates in her head. "...nearly a month since the aforementioned incident. A former teammate flipped her shit, shot our commanding officer and then gunned down another teammate. Everyone that matters survived."
"There is more to say about it, but like most of the team I am attempting to put it behind me. You already know all the details anyways. If you want to know about me...I came into the military for the experience. I was raised as the middle child in a well-to-do old Italin family. As their only daughter, I was...pampered."
She frowns.
"They had this...way of seeing things. They were behind the times. They kept trying to push me into their own visions for my life. Be a homemaker, a cook, a musician! Be a gymnast, a swimmer or a dancer! Be an equestrian! Be a doctor! But never, ever do anything that a good little high-born girl shouldn't be doing." Syl shakes her head slowly. "They expected different things of me, all because I was a girl. My parents were both old fashioned like that; Mom is guilty of it too!"
"It's not like I don't love them. I do. Family means the world to me. But they are set in their ways. Because I have a vagina, they wouldn't let me do some of the things that I wanted. So...I did it anyways." Syl grins. "To the point, I took my studies in sports medicine and used it to get into the military. I did well enough on all of my skill tests and combat exams that they have me out in the feilds as a combat medic. It is grueling work. I risk myself regularly. I have seen things that would turn your stomach. But I think I would quit as soon as be stuck in an office somewhere...the whole point in coming here was to prove to my family that I Am Capable. I can hold my own. I can fight, play, love, lead, and do anything expected of a man just as capably, if not better."
"And that is all I'm willing to divulge. If you want to know more, why don't you try asking me out on a date?" She reaches for the camera, winking as she does so, and the screen goes dark.
"No no, you're good. And you're on. Go."
Sylvannah sits composed in a chair, watching someone off-screen as they move across the room, the door closing behind them. She's wearing a red chiongsam-like dress with black filgree and lace, complete with a high collar and a low neckline. Her eyes slowly shift back to the camera and she stares at it in silence for a moment. Finally with a sigh, she leans forward, pulling her tail into her lap.
"As part of the review process following recent events, we are having to submit private video journals for professional psychiatric assessment of our team. It has now been..." Syl has to look up for a moment as she caluclates in her head. "...nearly a month since the aforementioned incident. A former teammate flipped her shit, shot our commanding officer and then gunned down another teammate. Everyone that matters survived."
"There is more to say about it, but like most of the team I am attempting to put it behind me. You already know all the details anyways. If you want to know about me...I came into the military for the experience. I was raised as the middle child in a well-to-do old Italin family. As their only daughter, I was...pampered."
She frowns.
"They had this...way of seeing things. They were behind the times. They kept trying to push me into their own visions for my life. Be a homemaker, a cook, a musician! Be a gymnast, a swimmer or a dancer! Be an equestrian! Be a doctor! But never, ever do anything that a good little high-born girl shouldn't be doing." Syl shakes her head slowly. "They expected different things of me, all because I was a girl. My parents were both old fashioned like that; Mom is guilty of it too!"
"It's not like I don't love them. I do. Family means the world to me. But they are set in their ways. Because I have a vagina, they wouldn't let me do some of the things that I wanted. So...I did it anyways." Syl grins. "To the point, I took my studies in sports medicine and used it to get into the military. I did well enough on all of my skill tests and combat exams that they have me out in the feilds as a combat medic. It is grueling work. I risk myself regularly. I have seen things that would turn your stomach. But I think I would quit as soon as be stuck in an office somewhere...the whole point in coming here was to prove to my family that I Am Capable. I can hold my own. I can fight, play, love, lead, and do anything expected of a man just as capably, if not better."
"And that is all I'm willing to divulge. If you want to know more, why don't you try asking me out on a date?" She reaches for the camera, winking as she does so, and the screen goes dark.