And Shield was ruining the best possible chance of earning more about the otherwise largely unknown Aima. She was clearly in a regressive trance, a state of trauma that locks the individual into their own memories. This clearly had significance with the loss of her eye. Teddy storms forwards and shoves Shield away from the cowering Unicorn. "Out of the way, you idiot!" He drops into a dull-toned whisper: "Aima, who's there with you? Can you describe him? What's happening and where are you?"
Shield gave Teddy a dubious look, but otherwise allowed himself to be shoved out of the way. Whatever Teddy was doing, it might be something he hadn't thought of. Unless he's the spy. Shut up. But- Shut. Up. Shield shook his head, feeling slightly silly. Why was he arguing with himself? Ah well. It didn't matter. He returned hid attention to Teddy and Aima. At least he didn't have to keep slapping Aima; it felt wrong to him anyhow.
Legion's hoof came across Aima's face swiftly and left the room quiet for a moment as the two of the stood there. The white colt had a look of disbelief cast over himself; questioning his own actions. While the purple mare had an empty look cast over herself; questioning her own reality. After a moment of silent tension throughout the room, Teddy charged forward and shoved Shield away and immediately turned his attention to Aima, who was now slumped on the ground in a quiet state of bewilderment. She no longer made any effort to conceal her deformity and simply sat there processing her own actions, both recently and in the past. She thought of her reckless abandon as a filly, how it led to her injury, which in turn led to her torment throughout the years. It was her actions that began the vicious cycle that she's called her life, and because of her actions, she paid the price. But because of the same actions and the same repercussion, it transformed her into the mare that she was today, a mare that she was happy to be. Her mind flashed back to her hallucination only moments ago. The towering silhouette of a colt stood burned into her memory albeit a tad blurry. However, further thought began to transfigure the shadow into a more recognizable shape, it smoothed out, and fleshed out, until it became something entirely clear cut. Aima gazed upon her memory. She saw the figure, she recognized it. She saw her demons. She saw her torturer. She saw herself. She blinked a few times and shook her head before realizing she had come back to reality. Teddy stood before her, he asked what she saw. "I...I saw myself, thought it wasn't entirely. I-It was more of an avatar of a separate transgression of myself... She was whole and wore an angry scowl on her face..."
thinks a moment "well yes there is nothing definate to say but, why would the spy be attacked in such a violent manner if he is suppose to be on the same side as the myesterious voice"
"To elicit sympathy for him or her, of course. I'm not saying Aima's the spy, I'm just saying that this doesn't prove anything much."
"They are suppose to be on the same side! If Aima was the spy would she still want to work with the voice after what he did to her." "In that case why does the spy even want to work with the voice and get us traped in here, doesn't that mean they are traped here too?" "Sorry i'm not trying to argue you or prove you wrong. We are to the point all way can do is is to fight with the knowledge we hold and everything we have. Erasing the paradoxes one by one… until we are left with a single truth. It won't be easy but it's really our only option. we have to be right in our next guess."
"Rex, I know they're supposed to be on the same side. But does the sort of pony who'll put innocent ponies like us into a cell for no reason and have us tear each other to bits seem like the kind of pony who'd have qualms about sacrificing his employee to get us trapped in here? I am simply looking at all the possibilities, however small or large."
Aima struggled to get up onto her feet. She swayed to and fro as she did so and she was visibly shaking. Her voice was unsteady as she was still affected from her hallucination. "N-no, Rex I don't believe you g-grasp the full psychol-logical situation Shield is attempting to e-explain. It may all be an elaborate ruse to dupe the lot of you into thinking I'm too unstable to perform the necessary espionage... Which at this point makes me surprise myself at what I had held, but that's the main idea here. As for the spy, we've seen the panels of this room can transfigure at will, so it's safe to assume our mole has his escape route secured already."
Shield nodded. "That's...kind of what I was trying to say." He trotted over to Aima. "Are you okay? Can you walk? Can you even stand? Maybe you should stay sitting down..."
"Aima, can you put your eye back in?" Teddy asks, inspecting the complex instrument on the floor. It was a pretty strange to see such a thing in a dull space such as this. It gave unfortunate and down-right bleak ideas but it might just force another suspect out of suspicion. Or catch the spy. He begins to roll the small device on the ground with his hoof, gently so as not to break it. "Can you just repair it and use it again?"
Probably not... thought Shield. Something that intricate and delicate probably wasn't just a "plug in and go" sort of thing...
Aima glanced down at the small ocular device before picking it up and examining it carefully. "It appears to remain intact for the most part... The only damages I can observe are simply the disjointing of the optic cables, which connect to specialized sockets imbedded in the nerves inside of my head. Reattachment would require either a sedative or some form of anathesia as reconnecting nerve endings to an electrical current can be very painful. Why do you ask?"
"Sounds like fun. I'd almost rather have an eyepatch." Sheild bent down to better examine the mechanical wonder.
(We didn't give up, but rather we all just haven't posted in a while. Eh, I was right in my second guess it seems. I'm going to try to keep this going when we all get back to posting, but now I'll have to act seeing as how I know who it is now, too.)
"Oh good..." Teddy said, still rolling the eye backwards and forwards. "It's good to know it's still useful to you because I'll crush it if you don't answer me truthfully." Teddy looks up at Aima, calm and calculatingly cold as he watches Aima's response. "First off, what do you know about this place?" His hoof rolls over the eye slowly.
Shield doubted this would get them anywhere, but he would stay out of it until it got out of hoof. Perhaps he would be wrong; maybe Tyro would get something out of Aima. Or, perhaps he would let something slip. The worst that could happen was that nothing happened.
A sickened look washed over Aima's face as the threat became vocalized. She paused for a moment and steadied her breathing. "You seem desperate for information, that's unlike you Teddy, but however you're a bit mistaken if you believe you'll be able to obtain information from me as I know nothing. The most I know of this place is that it seems rather... functional to say the least, that is unless you missed the boxing glove that ambushed me." The thought of her being extorted for information burned a bit in her stomach, regardless of the situation, she wouldn't let it be. "Besides, how would you go about deducing whether I'm fibbing or not, Teddy?"
