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sometime after day 5

[ Sam’s never really reached out to the Nest in general like this before, but at this point - well, he’s running out of options. The work he’s done on his mental walls has paid off, and nothing escapes his thick cloud layer except his words, and the soft hint of wind and feathers that flavors his mental link. ]

( Seems like we got a bit of down time, and I’m looking to put it to good use. I’m getting better with my symbiote ability, but I need someone who’ll let me practice it with them.

Simple explanation is that it’s healing, with a side effect that means it’s gonna hurt. Most likely for me. I can get into specifics if you’re up for it. ) [ If it doesn’t bother them or they’re willing to overlook that it means Sam getting hurt, he means, but seeing as he’s communicating with the Nest in general, he’s not gonna say that.

He already knows more than who person who is bothered by it and never seems willing to let Sam use it on them. ]

( I’ll take as many as I can get, more training can’t hurt. )

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[ He's actually a little relieved to hear from Shepard. Sam likes her well enough, in the way he feels a common bond with soldiers and with people who aren't afraid to speak their minds, who're down for a little flirting - but more than that, from the sense he'd gotten from her, she's one who won't balk at the practicality of needing to be able to control this ability he has because someone's getting hurt. ]

( Usually I'm the one bleeding for it, but yeah, it works the other way, too. ) [ There's the sense of him perking up when he hears she has an enhanced healing factor. Sam has one, too, when it comes to the injuries he takes on, and it makes him feel a little better than he would about using it on someone who didn't. ]

( It might be easier to think of it as less healing and more transferring. If you're injured or sick or tired, I can take it from you. Or I can give you mine. )

[She senses that interest with a vicious amusement to answer. What the hell, man, you a masochist?]

(I already heal like a Krogan, let's see where it takes us) [Nothing so like an image accompanies that term, just a sensation, tagging along like a kite-trail; weight and shadow. The fondness between brothers-in-arms, a protective, furious strength. So sue her; she likes the Krogan.] (Just don't ask me to do paperwork about it and you're on. Where are we doing this?)

[She thinks, if she tries, she can almost-- almost tell where he is. Or the direction, maybe. Fuck if this isn't some form of science here, Shepard's just doing her best.]

[ Technically he'd be a sadist if he's interested in her healing factor so he can hurt her - except also a masochist since he's the one who said he was looking for people who didn't mind hurting him - all right no, that's enough down that line of thought. This is weird and potentially uncomfortable, he knows that, but he also knows it doesn't do him any good to have an out of control ability. ]

( Hell no. The best thing about this operation is the distinct lack of paperwork. ) [ There's a pause as he considers, then the equivalent of a mental shrug. ] ( Where ever you're comfortable. It'll be easy enough to show you how it works, we can figure it out from there. )

[There have been weirder kinks than you have known on this heaven nor earth, Horatio-- Shame is almost a foreign concept, to Shepard. Almost. For a moment, though, guilt is a thing that must happen, welling up like blood before it's wiped away; she left them all behind, to join this fight, and all she's done with it is sit around. Jacob Taylor would have loved this. But then, he had a family now. A life, if you could have one in the middle of a war.

Then it's gone.]

(I'll come to you)

[And she does, suiting deed to intention. She won't run, but as they say, a bitch might just power-walk.]

Hey. [there's a moment of awkwardness when she crosses the threshold. It's weird, this mental... thinking at one another. It almost seems like something she hallucinated, or imagined, than a real conversation. Shepard muscles past it.] How d'you wanna do this?

[ Hey, no, Sam ain't judging. It's not like he's got all that much shame, either. That guilt, though - that, he's got his own share of. It's only because his walls have gotten so good that his doesn't pour out to echo hers, that he's able to keep it back to focus on what's at hand.

The mental thing is something he's... gotten more used to than he's strictly comfortable with, but it means that there's not much awkwardness from his side. Instead, he nods a greeting back, pushing himself up from where he'd been leaning against the wall of the empty room. ]

I got another volunteer who might have an answer to that. They're on their way, too.

It's Sev, isn't it.

[She says it automatically, in the same way she'd point out without a moment's lost though the source of a ship-board prank. Then, she blinks, furrowed brow at her own competence. How in the hell-- ah, but this was that bullshit again.

She's not calling it a Brood, no one can possibly make her. Screw you, Sam Wilson.]

I'm not given to understand that she does so hot with other people bleeding around her.

[Seviilia's mental presence comes into range about the time her boot steps can be heard echoing down the long hallway. She's abandoned her armor in favor of the loose, hole-ridden garments which appear somewhat out of place alongside the vestments that peace-tie her ominous and glowing runeblades to her spine.

Her mostly neutral expression widens noticeably when she spots Shepard.]

Commander.

[A pleasant surprise, to be certain.]

I do hope I'm not interrupting.

[ It's that bullshit again.

Sam raises an eyebrow at her reaction to knowing who it is, but all right, all right, he won't push the brood thing.

Probably not. Maybe only a little to pester her.

He's about to say he didn't ask their name when she appears, and Sam shoots her another a small smile. ]

Not on my account. I appreciate you both being up for figuring this out.

[Shepard offers her a polite, formal nod. She likes Seviilia, well enough.]

Sev.

[For just one clear, open moment, the roiling, volcanic smog parts, like a breath of cold, fresh air in a stifling heat. One more body enters the equation and the space is suddenly-- the exits, the vents, here to stand back to the wall, no surprises. Threat assessment, automatic, cold as calculus, like checking the time in a glance before refocusing on the task at hand. Have a plan to kill everyone you meet.

Shepard doesn't even seem to realize she's doing it. She only steps back, to all appearances politely, to give Seviilia room to stand with them.]

Eh, I've taken worse for stupider reasons. At least this is potentially useful.

[Shepard's instinctive need for threat assessment invites an amused, slightly musical titter from her -- or it would have been musical, were it not for the haunting echo attached to her voice. Her chosen short-hand for her name is equally amusing as much as it seems to invoke an unpleasant memory. Two elven men arguing, one in gilded gold, another with two curved horns protruding under his hair--

The memory falls away almost as soon as it appears.]

It will be useful.

[Perhaps it was time to explain herself -- it had been a few days now, and if they were all going to be brain-tied to one another, they would figure it out sooner rather than later and there was no controlling it.

The hunger headache in the back of her head scratches at its doors in anticipation.]

Commander Shepard is already somewhat familiar with the nature of my...condition. As you both require food to eat and water to drink, my kind can only be satisfied through the suffering of the living.

[ That threat assessment echoes so damn strongly with Sam - something he does without thinking about it, something he used to do to the point of obsession - that it's hard to keep that feeling behind his walls. It's only because Shepard doesn't seem to be aware of it that he doesn't respond to it, doesn't draw attention to it.

Stupider reasons, yeah, Sam knows something about that, too, and he focuses his attention on Sev.

He hadn't quite been expecting exactly that, but it doesn't surprise him after what lead her here. He runs a hand over his jaw for a moment, considering that, before he nods. ]

So you get what you need to be satisfied, I get something to practice my ability on.

And I get to be the bait.

[Joy. Can you hear the eyerolling? She's doing it as hard as she can, mind you.]

So, are we startin' small, or should I go get my gun?

Oh, Commander, I'm wounded.

[She isn't, but she is tickled. Casually, she leans against the wall, swords on her back shifting with her.]

A gun would not help you. And in any case, the Nest will not allow me to mortally wound you -- or compromise you in any excessive fashion.

[She taps her forehead, as if to note she speaks from experience. She then glanced toward Sam. Just because she couldn't seriously hurt Shepard didn't mean she was going to go easy on her.]

How adapt are you with this ability?

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[ Sam makes just the smallest bit of a face when Sev mentions the Nest not allowing her to do something. Like his own symbiote, whenever it senses injuries on another member of the Nest and he has to fight it not to heal them. In Sev's case, it sounds like it's a good thing, but he's still not a fan of the Nest's influence. ]

It looks out for its own. [ Except when it doesn't, but that's not for now. ] All right, here's how it is - this thing works through touch. If you get wounded and I touch you, you're healed and I get your injury. If I'm injured and I touch you, it heals me and gives it to you. I need practice with both sides, but I'm all about what you're comfortable with.

[ He's telling the two of them more than he might with someone else, but Shepard's given him the impression that she'll be practical about this, and Sev - well, he gets the feeling that Sev isn't going to be all that bothered by whichever way it goes. ]

As far as adapt, well. So far there's only been one thing I couldn't heal, and that was death.

[ That's part of why he's doing this, actually, needing to push his limits. ]

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It's cute that you think you could.

[Shepard's grin has just a little too much teeth in it. Oh, Seviilia, you are a peach, pit and all. Ah, but to business: Sam is talking.]

Hey, technically speaking, both of us are already among the undead. So let's just play it by ear.

[Medigel is a hell of a drug.]

You wanna give or take, first? I'm not too bothered which way.

Mm, indeed.

[Swords are probably a bad idea in the middle of the hallway, so she takes the opportunity to unite them from her person in order to shrug them off and set them aside. Shepard asks her question, but Seviilia's reply is non-verbal.

Instead, she aims directly to grab Shepard by her throat, to which she will squeeze at the base of her jaw with her nails until she draws blood while lifting her in the air.]

Age before beauty.

[ Play it by ear, that works for him. Whatever he'd been about to say to that is cut off when Sev immediately moves forward to grab Shepard. For a moment it has his hackles up, sets off his instinct to step in, to fight. But he smooths it back down, helped a little by the quip Sev throws out.

It's training. People get hurt in training - or they do when you train with Natasha Romanoff, anyway. ]

And here I was gonna ask about ground rules, but all right, I guess diving right in works.

[ He is going to watch this closely, shifting to take a stance where he can see the doorway while also being close enough to the two of them that they're in arm's reach. Whatever injuries Sev inflicts on Shepard, Sam is going to be the one leaving here with them. There's no way in hell is going to stand on the sidelines. ]

[What, in the everloving fuck.

Shepard is not experienced at controlling her symbiote. What she is experienced at is, controlling everything else. She dangles there, just a moment, as if to see what Seviilia will do-- this wasn't in the agreement. This was nothing that go discussed.

Age before beauty.

Jane Shepard is five feet, three inches tall. She is running out of air, out of floor, but mostly, just running out of patience. Alright, fine. We do this the Krogan way.

All at once, the biotics flare, blue-bright, electric on her skin. Little bolts of static discharge turf themselves on Seviilia's hands and wrists-- and Shepard lashes out with both feet, a powerful biotic kick. Let go, or lose your arm, but one way or another, Shepard's not having it.]

[The moment when Shepard dangles there, barely losing blood from the puncture of the death knight's nails, where Seviilia appears to finally tune into Shepard's instinctive burst of confusion and fight response. Her heart might have stopped, but adrenaline floods dead veins anyway, and her lips peel back with obvious delight. Like a cat bathing in the sun, she soaks every ounce of discomfort that she can wriggle out of the other woman before she manages to lose her patience.

And the response, of course, is shared between the three of them. She had hardly been shy about her true motive here, but perhaps if she had been more descriptive, they might have been more prepared for the sudden and distinctive race of their hearts -- even if choking might not have been on their list of preferred foreplay, perhaps they weren't masochists, Seviilia's undying sadism knows no boundaries. Its arousal, little more than a tease for how quickly the other woman decides she's had enough.

Her limbs tighten the second she feels the energy flare in Shepard, torn between the desire to clamp down further on her throat and force submission and the knowledge that the symbiote would likely rebuke her for such an action. The spark of it reacts with her magic sensitive self, and the feeling of breath high in their throat is brief and sudden before she's forcibly separated by the kick of her legs. Shepard is released, and Seviilia cracks hard into the wall.

Something bruises in the shoulder that connects with it, and Seviilia chooses to simply rest there and give Shepard her distance. A euphoric, chestborn laugh bubbles out of her. The bliss she had experienced was short, not enough to do much more than tickle at the chasm of hunger in her stomach, but enough to keep her amused rather than angry.

Teasingly:]

I suppose you would prefer blades then?

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[ And that escalated quickly. He's not surprised that Shepard lashes out, turns it into a fight after Sev had moved in so fast, but he sure as hell is surprised by the feedback he gets from Sev.

What the fuck.

Breath play may or may not have been on the list of foreplay that Sam's indulged in, in his time, but that doesn't matter a damn bit here. The sudden sharp inhale he makes, the heat that spreads over his skin, the flare of arousal - he's caught completely off guard by it, and it takes root enough to leave him a little bit thrown even after Sev holds against the wall, laughing giddily.

When she'd compared it to their need to eat or drink, he'd assumed she'd needed it to survive. And maybe she still does, maybe this is just a side effect, but it's not one Sam'd thought of. Would he still have agreed to this mutually beneficial exchange if he'd known about it? Honestly, he can't say, but he sure as hell would have appreciated a head's up. And judging by the way Shepard had flung Sev back with whatever the hell space magic she's got, Sam's inclined to say she would, too.

Is it enough to make him pull back now?

Well. He'd meant it when he said he was running out of options. ]

Ground rules.

You think?

[Shepard likes Sev. She even likes Sev, but there's good clean fun, and then there's the kind of thing that leads a body to try and kill you, for good. Either way, the blue wicks off, fading to nothing more than a few strange lensing twitches in the air, then to nothing at all-- and then Shepard flicks her wrist and the orange glow of her Omni-tool answers the gesture with a long, wickedly sharp blade.]

I don't know where you learned your manners, Seviilia, but you're gonna remember them real damn fast. Before we start.

[The truth is, at one point in her life, she might have had manners -- she was a noble after all. But she didn't remember that time in her life having ever existed. All knowledge of it was second hand. So she rolls her injured shoulder with a forced and false sigh out of her nose.

Sometimes, she missed the company of her fellow knights. At least some of them might have had a sense of humor about it.]

Oh stop.

[Said with a very clear roll of her eyes before she turns her back to Shepard in order to reach down and grab one of her runeblades. She knows how dangerous she could be, and nothing about what Shepard or Sam wanted was unreasonable. She could hardly help being blaise about it after seeing what had happened to her when the Darkling had fed her too much of his power.

Even if she could not (or didn't want to) stop herself, something else would whether she liked it or not.

When she turns back around, she does it slowly, to stop any kneejerk strike reactions. The burn of Shepard's biotics cause her tongue to tingle, and the soft buzz of her delight slowly (and sadly) dies off.

She speaks again: more professionally, and less sarcastically this time.]

Go on, then. I'm listening.

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This from the one who decided to spring hey guess what kinks I'm into on us?

[ He's totally unimpressed with her oh stop, and his own eye roll probably makes that obvious.

Really, all of this could probably be considered unreasonable, to some: him and Shepard letting Sev injure them, knowing she was getting off on and they'd be feeling the bleed over from it, all because Sam needed to get a handle on this ability he was still working on understanding. But he does need this, and he believes Sev when she says she needs it, too, so here they are.

Starting with ground rules, this time. ]

We're the ones getting injured, we decide what the limits are. And they're the same for both of us - we're walking out of here with each other's injuries, so we gotta agree about them. I'm just gonna go ahead and veto anything broken right now.

See, what I thought I was agreeing to here, was standing still for something not actually all that dangerous, so that this one, [Sam, here indicated with a sharp, angry gesture, snapping from the elbow.] could get some practice. I let it happen, you get what you need....Practically theraputic, all around.

[Shepard is not happy.]

Everybody's happy.

[You can hear the fuck this in her tone, let alone the roil of her mental state. Shepard has her secrets, but what she doesn't hide is enough to make it seem like there's nothing below it.]

You pull out shit that a normal person's going to feel the need to defend themselves from? That's a problem. You wanna fight, that's fine, but I have had more than enough of your disingenuous information.

Ah-ah. [She addresses Sam's complaint first, gesturing toward him.] Side-effect. Had I thought you might share it, I would have thought to mention it.

[Maybe. But that's not really the crux of the issue. She then turns to Shepard.]

Which part? The part where I require your suffering to continue to possess a functioning mind, or the part where the Nest will prevent me from killing you?

[Still, she understands that she's losing ground the longer she tries to argue, and she can't really afford that in the long run. So:]

Very well, you've both made your positions clear. As I've stated in good faith, I have already tested this on another willing member of our number. You are not in any danger -- however, if you do not wish to take my word for it, then you may take first blood Commander.

[First actual blood, that is.]

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