[DAY :043]

[nirsighted]

[Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Late in the evening, the pervasive thrum of Nirad's mental presence returns to Bearings. It winds higher - unwrapping, lengthening, widening: small flashes of silver, memories like the scales of so many fish glimpsed through the lapping water of some distance, unfamiliar water. A wet street reflects the glow of neon signs above it; a doorway, rain drizzling off the landing above it; a stream of traffic glittering through the half light--]

( Hi. We're back from following that Ahtaliah Ven guy. Aoba's head is hurting him so he's going to take a break I think but I guess I can tell you what we saw? )

[He doesn't sound hesitant so much as he does distracted.]

( Honestly I didn't see anything very interesting, but maybe it was a bad day for him? Maybe you can't be a bad guy every day of the week, right? Anyway, he worked pretty late then me and Aoba followed his car to a place where he got dinner. It's a nice car. He met with someone there. A lady. A friend, I think, but I don't really know. Maybe we should have followed her instead though because after they had dinner, Ven went home. So we have his address and how to get access to his building and I know which apartment he lives in and if we wanted to get in it seems like it might be pretty easy because he spends so much time at work, you know? I'm sure he's got some super high tech security at home but it's not like he owns the building so it's probably just inside his penthouse or whatever. Uh. Yeah. )

[BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ.]

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[adamance]

( Consider supplying information that can be made more concrete or don't supply it at all. )

[vocalis]

[ That was rude, Lexa.

He's been quietly listening to the link. Not much else to do when he's lying down with a migraine but still too curious to keep everything blocked out. It's not so troublesome either, when he's the self that finds pleasure in agony.

But others don't, and he's decided to punish her for the snap at Nirad - not with scolding words, but by focusing and opening his connection to her just enough. Like unlocking a floodgate, what pours forward is a rushing pain that aims to stab and beat against the insides of her skull, just as it does his. ]

[adamance]

[The reaction is swift: the moment her mind is touched by the searing pain, she focuses and strengthens the walls around it. She has little practice doing this when it's unexpected, so some of the rattling ache makes its way in—

But after what happened with Kylo Ren, she's not going to be keen to let anyone in so easily, to not try to build the wall as swiftly as possible.]

[nirsighted]

[Somewhere else, Nirad puts his hand on Aoba's shoulder. It's not interceding - there's no way for him to access that vibrating link between Aoba and Angel, but it's a secondary channel. Somewhere else for that hissing pain to vent to as Lexa's mind rushes to wall itself off.

Stop. That's not nice.]

[vocalis]

Tch.

[ He hesitates, stubbornly digging against the ground of her walls for another few seconds, before he reluctantly withdraws. The waves roll back, the floodgates close, and behind his own walls he bitterly hopes some droplet of pain is left for her. ]

She was undermining you.

[ Were he at full strength, he wouldn't have just shared a headache with someone being cruel to Nirad. He would enter their mind, destroy them completely if he felt like it. Like old times, but with someone new. It would be so fun. ]

[nirsighted]

[The hand at Aoba's shoulder is steady, sure: It's okay. There's nothing to undermine. They're all the same.]