Note to Shyla

Hey, uh...oh fuck I forgot your name.

I expect you have some questions after earlier. First, let me just start off by saying that I am not crazy, even though...everyone else on the ship without fail would disagree. As a reminder, we thought you were members of Aether, and from our dealings with them, they're not the sort you extend basic human hospitality to. They're a shitty sort to be stamped from existence. So, I just kind of assumed you both were that same stock of serial killing, baby-eating fuckwads, oops!

Hope I didn't leave you with any scars (Although they do say those are sexy...I think?), like really, I don't like violence, it's just not a useful way to do something, but these people are well beyond being handled with civility. As far as how I proved you were in fact telepathic...well...I'm not going to lie, I think removing someone's eyes would...well...I wouldn't say no if the victim was the worst sort of people. I just needed a way to quickly let it be obvious to myself that you were telling the truth. And apparently I'm the sort that goes right for the eyes.

Oh, but making you my disciple, that's all totally still a thing I'm doing. I mean, you did attack us, I'm not just going to let that go lightly. I mean your boyfriend kept trying to play the "but mah family" card in the douchiest way possible even afterward, so he's kind of a fucker. But if you could find a way to let him know I don't mean his sisters any harm, that would be cool. I mean, you're the only one with a power I'm interested in, and they weren't acting like douches afterward (although they were pretty unconscious...), so they're...alright in my book. I mean, Knox, that other guy with me that was doing a lot of the talking, was pretty much in your same scenario, except they like killed nearly everyone he knew and loved. And that's gotta suck.

Don't get me wrong, this isn't like that Unovan franchise where I'd like telekinetically choke you if you disobey me, that's not a very effective means of control. I just...sort of expect you to go along with it as payback for kind of trying to kill us. Like, you should probably feel bad. So you should want to help me and stuff. And I'd be open to addressing any concerns you have, and we'd be doing cool stuff that you might take an interest in or at least give you a chance at a job that doesn't require thugcraft?

Oh, but even if I have no desire to rip your eyes out (okay, that's kind of a lie, I want to rip SOMEONE'S eyes out just for the feeling, y'know? I just don't want it to be you), you probably still wouldn't want to be in my head. I mean, I'd know...although it might be interesting.

We're going to Abalone first, then Hermit. Your help getting all kind of research done in Hermit would be invaluable, but...well...it would be cool if you came with us around Abalone so we could maybe be friends or something? Yeah, that. Fuck, I need writing classes or something, this is the worst note.

I...guess you can call me Master if you want? Or...just...Melanie...Mel...something...if you say "Melons," you die. That's a joke (mostly).

-Melanie Ipu