@remembranceless
In the more recent months of Lusamine’s presidency, Aether Paradise had brought another unlikely human addition into its care: one Anabel. No surname, no history, no other place to go. She had simply appeared on a beach in Poni Island one day, according to the International Police, suffering from selective amnesia and about a dozen other conditions. Starving, dehydrated, and clearly having experienced some sort of horrible trauma, she had been found a complete wreck both physically and mentally.
To top it all off, tests had revealed that she was practically exploding with Ultra Wormhole energy. This last point, of course, is what led to her indefinite stay in Paradise.
Lusamine was curious about her in the same way one would be about a recently-occurred vehicular accident. She was not without pity (Anabel looked quite pitiful indeed, sitting in one of the sparsely furnished study rooms, alone and under the influence of one sedative or another), but she was more fascinated than anything. Mohn had regaled her with retellings of the woman’s ramblings-- frantic, fantastic tales so jumbled and full of contradictions that they were edging on nonsensical-- and theories of his own that tied them all together. Matters of Ultra Space and Ultra Wormholes were his passion (and this, for him, was a breakthrough of sorts), but Lusamine, too, had found herself quite captivated by it all.
It was only a matter of time until she decided to sate her curiosity.
It was with her usual practiced grace that Lusamine entered the room, sliding in like a ghost and closing the door behind her just as soundlessly. Not yet coming closer, she gave Anabel a smile and a deceptively casual greeting from the doorway.
“Hello, Anabel.” She took a moment to gauge Anabel’s reaction (making sure that, at least, the woman wasn’t going to lash out or fly into a panic at the sight of an unfamiliar face) before continuing, her tone sweet, warm, and gentle-- motherly. “Professor Mohn isn’t in today. If you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to take some time to speak to you in his stead. Would that be alright with you?”
