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unfavouredThat's not tactical, that's being a tease. You're taking advantage.
[Not that he seems to mind. Ryan tilts his head into that touch, presses against Noh-Varr's hand to encourage it to be firmer, silently asking for more.]
...but I like when you do that.
[And it's not even entirely meant to refer to his comment-- sure, he likes that too, but just the attention and affection are soothing. He's caught between just enjoying the way his scalp's being massaged and wanting Noh's fingers to thread into his hair instead, unsure which he really wants more.]
[Not that he seems to mind. Ryan tilts his head into that touch, presses against Noh-Varr's hand to encourage it to be firmer, silently asking for more.]
...but I like when you do that.
[And it's not even entirely meant to refer to his comment-- sure, he likes that too, but just the attention and affection are soothing. He's caught between just enjoying the way his scalp's being massaged and wanting Noh's fingers to thread into his hair instead, unsure which he really wants more.]
[His laugh is nice. It's a good accompaniment to her own unnatural sounds, and she appreciates the way it builds, louder once hers stops, covering for its absence. It's warm sounding, alive sounding.
She likes it.
Havoc sits down once she releases the second partly-full tin in to his hand, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers lacing together. Watching, happy to be watching at all.]
Is there a song for times like these... ?
[The music that had seemed to make him so happy. The happiness in others that made her remember how happiness was supposed to look and feel.]
She likes it.
Havoc sits down once she releases the second partly-full tin in to his hand, shoulders slightly hunched, fingers lacing together. Watching, happy to be watching at all.]
Is there a song for times like these... ?
[The music that had seemed to make him so happy. The happiness in others that made her remember how happiness was supposed to look and feel.]
[ Luke can't see it--might not even be able to feel it--but Noh-Varr draws in a short breath at the words.
Yes, Vriska can 'do that'. And some weeks ago, getting a message like this would have made him unspeakably angry. But Noh-Varr can 'do that' too, and just five days ago he used it--to give Vriska some much-needed rest.
His throat is a bit knotted. He's been on the receiving end of mind-control, used maliciously. He's been trapped in his own body, his mind in a haze. He doesn't want to just accept it, but he can't in good conscience apply a double standard when he knows how far Vriska's come. Evidently, Luke is well enough. So he elects to trust Vriska, for now. ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Yes, she can. She put you to sleep?
Yes, Vriska can 'do that'. And some weeks ago, getting a message like this would have made him unspeakably angry. But Noh-Varr can 'do that' too, and just five days ago he used it--to give Vriska some much-needed rest.
His throat is a bit knotted. He's been on the receiving end of mind-control, used maliciously. He's been trapped in his own body, his mind in a haze. He doesn't want to just accept it, but he can't in good conscience apply a double standard when he knows how far Vriska's come. Evidently, Luke is well enough. So he elects to trust Vriska, for now. ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Yes, she can. She put you to sleep?
[Luke, liberal purveyor of mind tricks, has a more lax view of mindfuckery (that's a technical term), and besides, he likes Vriska. As a wise man once said, he ain't even mad.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
I think she did. I felt her presence through the Force just before I fell asleep. is that ability native to her species?
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
I think she did. I felt her presence through the Force just before I fell asleep. is that ability native to her species?
FROM: luciola@cdc.org
So it seems.
[why should one need to specify that when one asks for a duty to be assigned to them they mean something actually relevant to their skill set or role? luciola doesn't know, nor get it, but-]
FROM: luciola@cdc.org
I could not ask you to do such. I was told any results, good or ill, would be by responsibility.
So it seems.
[why should one need to specify that when one asks for a duty to be assigned to them they mean something actually relevant to their skill set or role? luciola doesn't know, nor get it, but-]
FROM: luciola@cdc.org
I could not ask you to do such. I was told any results, good or ill, would be by responsibility.
[ Look at it this way: the best way to Dio's heart might be through his stomach??? you're learning a useful new skill. ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
You're not asking. I'm offering.
[ Because he and Luciola haven't spent all that much time together, and he'd like to get to know the navi and his world better. Figuring he's going to have to make the decision on Luciola's behalf, the next message is shorter: ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Come, I'll meet you at the kitchens.
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
You're not asking. I'm offering.
[ Because he and Luciola haven't spent all that much time together, and he'd like to get to know the navi and his world better. Figuring he's going to have to make the decision on Luciola's behalf, the next message is shorter: ]
FROM: varr.noh@cdc.org
Come, I'll meet you at the kitchens.
[ He does insist, but he doesn't respond to Luciola with that--instead by the time his junior shows up Noh-Varr is already at the kitchens, having informed the Skellies of the pair's good intentions.
Luciola will find him taking out muffin trays and sugar, flour...measuring cups? He isn't entirely certain what he needs, but he has a rough idea. He's eaten muffins, cupcakes and cakes before. ]
I hope you brought a recipe.
[ Should he take out the chocolate chips? ]
Luciola will find him taking out muffin trays and sugar, flour...measuring cups? He isn't entirely certain what he needs, but he has a rough idea. He's eaten muffins, cupcakes and cakes before. ]
I hope you brought a recipe.
[ Should he take out the chocolate chips? ]
[The reason Luciola had gone so far as to request to be given a task from their Instructor themselves (himself? herself?) had been primarily to prevent him from thinking of the one thing that bothered him most, the thing that had made him restless, anxious, unable to focus- even if Luciola himself did not acknowledge the reason or even quite realize it himself.
It's not working, however.
There is an absence in everything he does. Despite the fact that he did occasionally operate independently from his lord when the need called for it or he was ordered, Dio's precense was still there, soon to be returned to. He was a bodyguard as well as aide, and the function called for close.
But he had been dismissed. The nature and time of the period was unknown. There was no definitive end. He had laid hands on the other in a way that could be taken as hostile- on Dio Eraclea. Dio had said "were".
Past tense. "Were" my friend.
Those thoughts dominated the back of his brain even as he attempted focus on this task, inane as he found it- he would do as he was told no matter his opinion on it. Loyalty, diligence, obedience- his genetics were coveted for such traits, was it not so? One foot in front of the other until he reached the kitchens to find his superior in Orange, and the supplies Warriorhead had assured him would be there.]
Greetings, sir.
[He bowed, stiffly, automatically, before straightening up and continuing towards the counter, pulling out his Blackglass and pulling up his correspondence with a fellow recruit, placing the device out of the way of potential mess with the screen visible. Despite the formalities, his expression remained... More blank than usual. Apparently that was possible.]
Do you believe this will be satisfactory?
It's not working, however.
There is an absence in everything he does. Despite the fact that he did occasionally operate independently from his lord when the need called for it or he was ordered, Dio's precense was still there, soon to be returned to. He was a bodyguard as well as aide, and the function called for close.
But he had been dismissed. The nature and time of the period was unknown. There was no definitive end. He had laid hands on the other in a way that could be taken as hostile- on Dio Eraclea. Dio had said "were".
Past tense. "Were" my friend.
Those thoughts dominated the back of his brain even as he attempted focus on this task, inane as he found it- he would do as he was told no matter his opinion on it. Loyalty, diligence, obedience- his genetics were coveted for such traits, was it not so? One foot in front of the other until he reached the kitchens to find his superior in Orange, and the supplies Warriorhead had assured him would be there.]
Greetings, sir.
[He bowed, stiffly, automatically, before straightening up and continuing towards the counter, pulling out his Blackglass and pulling up his correspondence with a fellow recruit, placing the device out of the way of potential mess with the screen visible. Despite the formalities, his expression remained... More blank than usual. Apparently that was possible.]
Do you believe this will be satisfactory?
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
no but if she had I don't think it would have worked
[Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, honey.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
I was just curious! there are a few species I've never encountered here I don't want to make any assumptions
[Because aliens are a matter of social justice concern in his galaxy, you know how it is.]
no but if she had I don't think it would have worked
[Yeah, you keep telling yourself that, honey.]
FROM: skywalker.luke@cdc.org
I was just curious! there are a few species I've never encountered here I don't want to make any assumptions
[Because aliens are a matter of social justice concern in his galaxy, you know how it is.]
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