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Vergil hasn't thought to look for the sparkly pink bodyswapping gun in the lost and found yet. He's been too busy working on things like walking. Even once the body purged the alcohol, that proved to be trickier than previously imagined. It's a series of controlled falls; how in the name of the Forerunners do the humans manage it day in and day out? At least he knows what he's supposed to be eating, once he makes his way to the Bar. Having all the records of the New Mombasa Superintendent AI at his disposal-
Well, memories thereof. This brain doesn't appear to keep anywhere near as good a track of records. It's very discomfiting.
Anyway, Vergil still remembers what the hospital systems said were appropriate foods and nyama na irio rather than anything French, though, so it may be just a bit of a surprise to see.
(He's also having an interesting time with the fork. Fingers are not his strong suit.)
[tinytag: Vergil the Engineer]
Well, memories thereof. This brain doesn't appear to keep anywhere near as good a track of records. It's very discomfiting.
Anyway, Vergil still remembers what the hospital systems said were appropriate foods and nyama na irio rather than anything French, though, so it may be just a bit of a surprise to see.
(He's also having an interesting time with the fork. Fingers are not his strong suit.)
[tinytag: Vergil the Engineer]