[open] it'll stick to you

[sistershoggoth]

CHARACTERS: Annie & You
WHERE: Hyrypia - Caravan outskirts
WHEN: When everyone else is doing hunting training....
SUMMARY: Symbiote training
WARNINGS: Annie's awful mouth.

There are strange sensations coming from where Annie has snuck off to practice with her symbiote on her own. It's a kind of pulling sensation, like the tacky pull of unset sugar candy, stretching but not without resistance, crackling and crunching as it cools.

Coming to find her, she's crouched behind a cluster of rocks, peering with death ray intensity at five baseball sized orbs of bright green goo.

She has each one moving in a different pattern, but she knows she can do better. She has the capacity for it-- she knows it.

That sensation is something entirely different: her mind opening up to allow herself to juggle more controls at once, as if each orb is a new limb she needs to grow used to. It's an uncomfortable sensation, the great dark cavern that is her consciousness breathing in, hungrily taking more.

The monster is learning.

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[sistershoggoth]

She tilts her head at him. What a shitty, presumptuous thing to say, defensive at the end there too. What's up this guy's dickhole? Just feeling sorry for himself and projecting it right back at her face?

"Don't put words in my mouth," she answers, mild. She was a special kind of crazy, the symbiote didn't frighten or disgust her so much as she just found it inconvenient. She was already enough of a science experiment fuck up freak show without it.

She stubs out her cigarette in the rocky earth.

"We got a common situation and I asked how you felt about it, pretty basic ass conversation," she gives him a look, unimpressed, eyebrows raised. "But don't worry, Kaji, I forgive you. You're not the only one in this 'host' who fuckin' sucks at basic ass conversation."

Her smile is empty, devoid of mirth or anger.

[ryohji]

"You can say that again."

The hood conceals their expressions from each other, but Kaji doesn't need to see pure emptiness to feel it. And that's not something he needed the symbiote to do. That emptiness is familiar in a wonted, habitual sort of way: and that familiarity, to a woman like this no less, he dismisses promptly as an unwanted side effect of the symbiote. As she so clearly articulated, they were all tied together at the nuts. You can't help some impressions, but you can't trust them either.

For his part, Kaji remains remarkably self-contained over the current situation, dropping his gaze to watch somewhat forlornly as stray ropes of smoke dissipate from her (his) spent cigarette. What a waste.

"Nothing about this conversation counts as basic," This and that about demanding cigarettes, this and that about sucking dicks. No, he's certain he's not alone in that regard. "Not where I come from, at least."

[sistershoggoth]

"Nah," dismissive of the abnormality of it all. Functionally, not much of her life has changed at all. She should even be grateful, she had support and structure all over again: missions and lives at stake to keep her focused through the maelstrom of herself.

"I practically asked about the weather, but if it's a touchy subject for you, don't worry about. I get the gist, you're all bent out of shape over being conscripted into this shitty war and literally having your individuality infected, forcing you to hang out with cunt-suckers like me."

She rests her temple in her hand, still crouched lazily over the earth. The slime he had wiped off his hand regroups into a sphere, as do the others, wobbling there in place like weighted little children's toys.

"Yada, yada, the nature of yourself is brought into question, yada, yada."

[ryohji]

He resists the urge to laugh and loses the battle with himself.

"More or less." Waiving any suggestion of offense aside, "I appreciate your tender understanding, but it's unnecessary. Wouldn't want you to strain yourself."

This is what he'd meant when he'd spoken to Queen Lakshmi about creeping normality. About the frog in the slow-to-boiling pot. He often spoke of serious matters flippantly, but there was a difference between insincere irreverence, which said nothing and revealed nothing, from sincere irreverence, which said nothing but revealed everything. If he were working undercover, assigned to investigate the symbiote, the Station, and its Hosts, he would be recording this conversation for documentation, and would have to put a premium on the recorded data, least his colleagues have him committed to an asylum.

Speaking of.

"How long have you been here?" See, he can perform regular human talk, too.

[sistershoggoth]

He can laugh, interesting, and the sound of it makes her dislike him somewhat less. Although dislike is a strong word, more like ambivalence, and she wasn't one to focus too hard on things she felt nothing for. She either felt nothing, or she felt everything, so painfully, and there was very very little in between. Void or chaos. Whatever alien thing she was beneath the layers of her humanity, she blended those things into some kind of sprawling, haphazard function. A juggling act between two extremes, both trying their best to drive her insane.

"I got to this dump like, I don't know, maybe a week late? You guys were packing up to hit the road when they brought me down here with Gildor and Shinji."

Keeping track of time is not her strong suit, it could be much less or much more than that.

Still, "I missed the first shuttle because I was passed out in the Nesting Deck, but I've been part of this fuck fest a couple missions now. Hoping this one doesn't turn into such a fucking shit show this time."

There's a hard, bitter note in her voice. People are taking this mission more seriously, she's glad for that, but she's still not convinced that everyone understands how tenuous their situation is, and always was.

[ryohji]

There's a lot to unpack here. Several missions, most, if not all of them, devolving into catastrophes on the order of shitshows. That demonstrates structural inefficacy, with respect to the Station or the Hosts. Likely a fair mix of both. If isn't clear if her passing was related to past missions, and the miscarriage of successes they promised.

He latches onto neither. If she's surprised at his capacity to laugh, she'll be happy to know that his emotional gamit contains 'surprise', too.

"Shinji?" He doesn't bother with clarifying questions. Ikari Shinji, is who she means, of which there was only one, in all his unassuming and unpretentious glory. Kaji finds himself bristling not so much at the boy's name, but the boy's name coming out of this woman's mouth. Shinji's life was a neverending conga line of certain hell, fire and brimstone, but this was excessive, even by his standards.

He should of known. If only he hadn't been... Kaji finishes up smoke and drops it into the ground, snuffing it under his shoe promptly, and with too much terseness. "Are you two broodmates?"

[sistershoggoth]

"Fuck no," a sneer.

She cares too much about the brood she has to let it be infringed upon, let alone by the milquetoast. Her interaction with him is meager, she was standing there when he asked the Prince: If we... die out there. Are you the one who'll be held responsible? And Annie's eyes had almost rolled out of her head.

She had been so much more focused on getting back where she belonged.

"Nyx and Noctis are mine."

It is a statement of fiery, possessive surety that neither of those men would take even the slightest offense at her statement. They were denizens of her, creatures that had adapted to her poisonous atmosphere rather than try to escape her influence. They are what drive her in the face of chaos and void and madness: the knowledge that she wants to be here to love and protect them.

She doesn't care who Shinji's broodmates are, or Kaji's. It doesn't matter. All that matters is what's hers.

[ryohji]

Deliverance has never felt so sweet, and has never been delivered so curtly. A better man would have attempted to curtail it, for fear of offending her sensibilities. Kaji doesn't bother. He exhales deep of a relieved sigh; it's loud, emphatic, and self-pleased.

"I sense some fondness, there." Fondness that doesn't exactly correspond to the impression he's gathered from his, admittedly brief, conversations with Noctis. He'd seemed like an amazingly composed man. He was regal and honest, almost to a fault for someone who enjoyed so much power back home. To borrow an old phrase, he seemed like the kind of man who called a spade a spade. The name Nyx doesn't register, and Kaji's seen his fair share of unlikely couples, but still... "But still, that's a strong word. Mine. Have you three agreed to that beforehand?"

[sistershoggoth]

"Not that it's any of your business."

It was, in its way, an annoyingly intimate question. She didn't like having those kinds of boundaries, she didn't like having things she wanted to keep secret and safe because there's no such thing. Even before the symbiote, she'd really had no such thing. The truth always came out, and everything sacred had a way of being tarnished. No wonder filth and fire are easier to her, to tarnish her own things so that she didn't have to tolerate hurt from anyone other than herself. Very obvious and unsurprising behavior to anyone who's ever hated themselves.

"Do I get to ask how deep you've sucked your broodmates dicks now?" an aggressive little tilt of her head, the sarcasm thick in her mouth. "Or is that too personal?"

Easy to be crude, but she'd easily sacrifice anything for her own. They'd let her into their heads without hesitation, quick to give and to take like they'd always known her, always loved her. It was no small thing after losing everything and everyone she loved to her own failings.

[ryohji]

Far from offending, Kaji finds her response fascinating, the kind normally directed towards the young or the deliberately obtuse. Through the fabric, his eyes latch onto hers, unperturbed and unimpressed. He's past surprise. He's in a pure, pale place of curiosity untouched by her capers of emotional incoherence, her bait and switch.

"Too personal?" What she's doing, is setting a ball down a hill and blaming it for rolling. Dangling an iridescent ball in front a fish and blaming it for taking the bait. "So claiming your broodmates as 'yours' is your way of keeping things light, I guess."

The accusation is clear as crystal: You started it. She is free to deny or concede, though it wouldn't do much to change his initial impressions.

[sistershoggoth]

She usually does; start it, that is.

She has a big mouth from which a lot of thoughtless noise spills, and then she gets upset when people pry into what she so freely gave. She's clockwork like that: says too much, immediately twisting herself into defensive mode to protect her vulnerable girl heart. She only wishes she were as laissez-faire as she pretends to be. The facade was easier to maintain when she was a sloppy drugged up mess, dripping liquor as easily as she dripped her intimacies. Being sober, in her opinion, is a long string of self perpetuated disappointments.

Annie grits her teeth for a moment, focusing through her swathe of emotive disturbance.

"Pretty sure I get to decide what I find too personal or not," like this has anything to do with control; boundaries. "It's only our first date, Kaji, I dunno if I wanna tell you the nitty gritty about how my brood and I have made our fuckin' peace."

She stands up finally, stretching out her stressed knees, rolling her foot along the ball to loosen her ankles. Arms up over her head and leaning back to stretch out her spine.

"Unless you wanna go first, tits for tat, blah blah blah."

[ryohji]

Chances of indulging her (lack of) curiosity continue to drop. His makes a slow, curling retreat. They are on the same page, despite appearances.

"Forget I ever asked." Among other things. "Which would eliminates the need for tit for tat, I hope."

What he's doing here, is communicating a truth many have yet to realize: some people are better off knowing less about each other. Knowing more about a person doesn't necessarily lead to understanding. Understanding doesn't necessarily lead to acceptance or friendship, nor does it increase likability. Kaji has already concluded that Annie is one such person with whom such maxims apply. There's no helping it. Some chemicals, perfectly safe when separate, become unpalatable when interacting.

"You can forget about the cigarette, too," She doesn't seem like someone who would go out of her way to recompense small acts of kindness, but there was no harm in making sure. His voice carries no accusation, it's as if he's had this conversation before. "You don't have to worry about returning the favor."

[sistershoggoth]

"I'd forgotten about it already."

An airy, thoughtless tone, but the pressure of her observance certainly would be hard not to notice. Eyes narrowed, contemplating how she feels about him sliding like an eel away from her aggressions. She doesn't get the sense that he's merely that easy going, that personable, so much as slippery. She dislikes it, the taste of his prevarications, thin and bitter in her mouth.

"It's been great, Kaji," bitter and thin in her mouth.