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station722016-09-20 10:20 am
circumspector) wrote in station722016-09-20 10:20 am
mental link
[ someone's up and awake again. Not so tired sounding, though. This time, she's remembered to go and eat before she reaches out to the rest of the hive. ]
( Is anyone in the Bearings that can give me an update on what I've... missed? As much detail as possible.
If it were safer, I might suggest we start keeping more accessible records for these... interludes. )
[ She's not fond of this not knowing everything all the time ever. Which on the note of: she sighs, little echoing tumbling thought that is edged with frustration. ]
( And... does anyone what kind of tricks lions should do? Are they meant to be predators? Are they meant to be tamed?
.... Actually, does anyone know what a lion is? I'm starting to realise I don't know very much about animals if they aren't trying to eat you. Which isn't particularly useful, right now. )
[ ... and for anyone looking for Angel, she will be with a strew of mechanical parts around her that is half in her room, half in the corridor for her shiny new, tackely bright gold performing robotic lion. ]
( Is anyone in the Bearings that can give me an update on what I've... missed? As much detail as possible.
If it were safer, I might suggest we start keeping more accessible records for these... interludes. )
[ She's not fond of this not knowing everything all the time ever. Which on the note of: she sighs, little echoing tumbling thought that is edged with frustration. ]
( And... does anyone what kind of tricks lions should do? Are they meant to be predators? Are they meant to be tamed?
.... Actually, does anyone know what a lion is? I'm starting to realise I don't know very much about animals if they aren't trying to eat you. Which isn't particularly useful, right now. )
[ ... and for anyone looking for Angel, she will be with a strew of mechanical parts around her that is half in her room, half in the corridor for her shiny new, tackely bright gold performing robotic lion. ]
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I did not think about that.
[ Not that it surprised her, but it was easy to get lost in ones own sense of isolation. Ilde found it particularly difficult, at times. Keeping herself carefully removed from others was a habit hard to break. ]
One of the boys [ Now they have so many young boys... What did the Station mean by bringing so many children into all of this? ] has been telling me about his life. His parents. Going to school. You wouldn't have needed school, would you...
[ She trails off in distraction, but her overall envy for the idea of education is clear in her voice. ]
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It was a very, very long time ago though, that Ilde speaks of, at least for Angel. About school. She had gone, once. She wore long clothes, all the time. Had strict rules about what she could talk about, when she could use her powers. ]
I didn't need to, no, but I did go. [ Her eyes drop, quiet, and she has spoken of her life in any great length to only three people, so far. It is not pleasant, it is not fair, and anyone else she might be worried what they would say or do with the information. But she could be sure at least with Ilde. ] That was before I - killed my mother. After that, I was locked away. So I didn't go for a very long time at all. [ Says it less for the cruelty of it all, but more to explain her limited experience. Knows the envy, too, how she watched and felt it all tumble from her. ] But school it is more than just learning and reading, it's about doing. Some schools - at least where I'm from, they offer lessons in how to make things, how to calculate things. How to create, how to envisage. Lots of different things, as you go further along in them, you can become specialised to do just one thing, too. Art, music, construction, law, there's even one for gardening. [ Soft, a prospect. ]
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It seems very... comforting. Safe. Being with your peers, having someone... take your growth under their wing. [ She feels a little guilty, dismissing what she had been taught. ] Dreus taught me to read, and I had a teacher for the gardens before they became mine... but...
[ Well. It's different. Different than the images she had taken from little Sam about hallways full of laughing children, learning together... ]
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It is. It's good to be learning with people who don't know any more or less than you. It feels less like... playing catch up constantly.
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[ Self-conscious baby from a backwards barbaric world. ]
Even with the Hive, much of what it tells me is so foreign it still makes little sense to me.
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You... shouldn't. Or at least, you should know that's normal... or, I think it's very natural, and people who act like they know or more less are very arrogant. You will know things they don't. Even - me, I had a galaxies worth of knowledge in my mind, and there are things they say to me I have no idea about.
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I am patient with myself, but there is... so much to learn.
[ And she doesn't have the benefit of a planet brain. ]
They grow plants in water here. I don't entirely understand it, they talk about plants so differently... but I very much want to try this technique. [ Despite her subtle sullenness at all she doesn't understand, her voice lights up again. ] It would be very helpful on the Station, where our soil is limited.
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There is.
[ Angel is a cheater, and she still doesn't fucking know what Zer0 is. ]
I've seen planets like that. In the swamps on Pandora. They can sometimes have beautiful flowers - they're called lotuses I think. But I can help you - if it's just a matter of knowing the right terms to understand it. I'm a little more familiar so I might be help you understand it.
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[ It had been terribly beautiful. ]
I would like to grow some kind of fruit. I miss being able to indulge in what I've grown.
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[ She settles her chin in Ilde's lap. ]
Fruit? What kind?
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Sam has given me a few plants, I worry about transporting them... If we must leave in a rush I won't have the chance.
[ It's a serious conundrum. ]
Peaches and plums are what I enjoy most.
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What do they taste like? Are they sweet?
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She thinks of fruit.
It hadn't always been in her life either, in the wastelands all the trees were gone, all the foods had spoiled in the ruins of the homes. They ate flat breads and mush made from grain, when they could find it. Mushrooms from underground, although underground places were dangerous hiding places for swarms of shadows to wait out the day.
Fruit had become part of her life when she had been handed over to the gardener before her.
The taste of fresh fruit fills her with a sense of happiness, fullness, relief. Sweet flavors in the mouth, a soft weight in the palm, like a gift from the earth. ]
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One, after another, after another. Pushes herself up to follow after her and keep kissing her eagerly. Hands leaving dirty marks all over her sheets as she gets herself at the right angle to just - stay there in Ilde's memory and with her lips on hers.
It's only after she pulls away a little, pink in the face and breathing a little quickly - ] Sorry. I like sweet things. [ Which, smooth, Angel, and she ducks her head giggling. Yeah, nailed it. ]
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She reaches up, flustered, and smooths out her hair. ]
There... there is some in the kitchen. No cooking, grab it when you're hungry.
[ Although her subtle jab at Angel's lack of care for herself is weak, fluttery. ]
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Why? I like it much better this way.
[ She ducks her head, like she's worried she'll get a whap on the nose for it, but for all that, she settles her head in Ilde's lap. Content and safe, glad to be awake. ] I like how it tastes this way much better.
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[ What does she even say to that. It isn't as though she's going to deny Angel anything she wants. ]
I'm... I'm glad.
[ To kiss, to play, to explore. Her fingers settle against Angel's shaved scalp, stroking behind her ear, thumb massaging the ridge of bone there. With a little pressure it is particularly calming, as it loosens tension all through the skull. ]
I have... been practicing different ways to share memories and sensations.
[ For more serious purposes than kissing Angel, but the point still applies. ]
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But Ilde's fingers ... relieve it. A shudder in her goes still, tamed animal in her lap. She has been awake for a little while, but she never really knows how to let go. But this - this she prickles and then the tension sinks out of her utterly. Makes her eyes close.
Takes her a second to respond. ]
I can tell. What else were you trying to share?
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One of the new hosts, Mara, has been training me. We sometimes try to sync physical movements with my powers.
[ Let her tell you how cool Mara is okay. ]
She is a very strong-willed woman, but warm. Not like Lexa or Parker.
[ Both of whom she hates. ]
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Like I do with Ren?
[ A sore spot in her ribs, still. ]
Does she have more patience? [ her own private jab, back. She never minded Lexa, not really, an ache of who she wants to be, but Parker -
Well. There's a dead man, and she considers it still to be Parker's fault, and her name spikes a simmer of agitation that she quickly suppresses. ]
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The soft bristle of shaved hair under her fingertips draws her back, continuing to massage the slow crescent behind Angel's ear. ]
In her way. She has lessons I am interested beyond the physical. She is very knowledgeable in this work of spying and pretending.
[ A thoughtful pause, wondering how to explain in words what she felt in Mara, and not wanting to turn towards the mental link lest she over-share something that was not hers to discuss. ]
There is a voice in her thoughts, like I have. [ The voice that haunted, that commanded, that controlled. ] An isolation, like we know.
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( There wasn't a question, between Ilde and Ren, not really ). ]
I think I talked to her. [ peaks, when Ilde mentions it. ] She told me I should try and work out how to set my lion on others.
[ she giggles, then sobers, though. ] She didn't understand about the vault hunters, though...
[ Her vault hunters, is the implication. They are precious to her, and the tone is fondness - and the contrast is there. She is never precious about anything from her home. ]
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[ Not that this answer satisfied Ilde, else she wouldn't be practicing manifesting a Godking with her mind. There are some things she needs the other hosts to understand about her life. ]
But I admire her. [ A pause. ] Like no one else.
[ A role model is novel to her. ]
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[ Which will be enough for Angel, really. She has taken up her new life here willingly, some confusion about different terms is - to be expected. ]
I'm glad, she seems easy to admire.
[ She reserves her own words for now, until she knows her a bit better. ]
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[ And that's a good feeling. To not feel helpless, worthless, in the relationship. The mutuality is novel compared to the dominations of the Godking. ]
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