002. ᴛᴇxᴛ.

[considered]

[ well this is new. there is no face to go with the name 'Jamie Moriarty' but there is certainly a name attached to this little greeting. ]

Good afternoon, Asgard.

This introduction is overdue and I fear I can do nothing about that fact aside of asking for your forgiveness. I trust you will all understand how busy and demanding times in this city can be.

I hear you are not overly fond of riddles which I do not find odd. What is Asgard if not a complex riddle? But I would greatly appreciate if you consider this one. I trust those who would solve it shall find themselves with an interesting subject to discuss.

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Jamie Moriarty

Comments

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[comeonthensexy]

In a way, but at the same time, when the siren came out of the water the marked people were drawn towards her, and the moment she touched them they disappeared. Like they were devoured.

We managed to save Rory, but not the pirate, and we got under deck because she seemed to be coming out of the sea.

So, we had a siren that seemed to smell even a single drop of blood coming out of the water and using her singing to fool those she marked and killed them. Anyway, that was the very first guess. Honestly, I hadn't the faintest clue what she was, only that she wasn't a curses like the pirates insisted on thinking.

Then it turned out I was wrong thinking getting away from the sea was safe, because she could come out of every bit of water. So we found a completely dry room, and it turned out that the captain's son had stowed away on the ship last time they docked and got ahead of us there. He had the mark - the black spot - but he didn't have a single scratch on him. He was, however, sick, so. New theory. Guess. Whichever. The siren didn't thirst for blood. She went for the somehow weakened. Even if it was just a tiny scratch, which either makes the theory very stupid or the siren very stupid. Theory, in hindsight.

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[considered]

do not confuse theory with guess. One is acceptable, the other less so and you were using the former.

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[comeonthensexy]

Fine, be that picky.

Alright.

Eventually it turned out she was actually coming out of reflections, not water. At that point, the facts where these:

1. She discovered people that were sick or wounded, no matter how slight.

2. She marked them, for whatever reason.

3. Came out of reflections to get to them.

4. Sang to tempt them to come to her.

5. The moment they touched her, they disappeared.

Only facts. We had no idea where they went or what she did with them. I assumed she was hostile. Hard to base a theory on something that doesn't actually have anything to base it on. My guess was that she was a hunter. A predator. And an alien. I was pretty sure she was an alien but I've encountered Earth inhabitants that I didn't know were Earth inhabitants, so that was also not a fact.

Or do you disagree with that too?

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[considered]

Of course. You knew for fact how she operates and you deducted reasonably that she was a predator. Next you deduced that she was an alien for the simple fact that sirens are pure myth rather than a creature sighted by humans. It was not a perfect deduction but it was not a guess.

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[comeonthensexy]

Not the alien bit, no. But I'm not so sure about the other thing.

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[considered]

How did it end?

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[comeonthensexy]

A storm started, so the sea was no longer like a mirror. We got onto deck, and tried our best to manage in it despite not really being big enough of a crew. Rory ended up falling into the water. That was when I realised - well, hoped - that it might not have been what it looked like. That the people she took might not necessarily die right away, if at all. Either way, it was the only chance of saving him.

Storm aside, there was a barrel of water that was still enough to have some kind of reflection. So I let the Siren out, and after she takes Rory, I convince the others that we should all prick our fingers and let her take us. We end up in a ship that occupies the same space as the pirates', only this one belongs to aliens and travels in space. The crew's dead, and we find every person the Siren took are hooked up to life support machines.

And still, because I'm thick, it takes me several minutes and a sneeze to realise what she is.

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you have made an error in recognizing her true nature.

[ she will not say it but she has done the same. what was joan watson if not that? ]

what was she, then?

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[comeonthensexy]

A doctor.

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[considered]

Like yourself.

Explain.

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[comeonthensexy]

The ship's crew died from exposure to our bacteria. They had no defense against it. The siren was an automated sickbay, capable of changing its form according to who needed it. Since the crew died, it instead started taking care of humanity, and thus took the form of a human. The singing was an anesthetic, the mark was a tissue sample, but since she didn't know how to heal a human she instead plugged everyone up to life support.