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unearthly_sixfold_light8-2-5-3, types in Yvette. Code to the door, seized from the nearby guard's mind. She'd think an apology in his direction, but she's too busy keeping the mask up. If she fails to keep the mask up... Well, she's going to have one very bad day, now isn't she?
The mask doesn't flicker. The lab coat gives her an official air. She walks into the base like she is late for an appointment and very important and no one stops her. People barely even look at her. One person goes to ask her a question, but she ducks her head and mumbles something about not having her coffee yet (it is rather early) and the person nods understanding and leaves her be. She even goes and grabs a cup of coffee, to look official and sleepy and to buy herself time as she fumbles for a key card that isn't there while waiting for calculations to finish so she can wipe someone's memory of her and keep walking like nothing happened.
She gets cornered at the last checkpoint before the room she knows contains the time machine. She goes and finds an office to hide in as she figures out the exact way she's going to find someone with the codes to this door. She has a clip board. She has coffee. She has a mask and a labcoat and her hair's up in a very neat, scientisty-bun. She's practically an employee. Don't mind her, everyone. And if you do, hold still, she needs to wipe you.
The mask doesn't flicker. The lab coat gives her an official air. She walks into the base like she is late for an appointment and very important and no one stops her. People barely even look at her. One person goes to ask her a question, but she ducks her head and mumbles something about not having her coffee yet (it is rather early) and the person nods understanding and leaves her be. She even goes and grabs a cup of coffee, to look official and sleepy and to buy herself time as she fumbles for a key card that isn't there while waiting for calculations to finish so she can wipe someone's memory of her and keep walking like nothing happened.
She gets cornered at the last checkpoint before the room she knows contains the time machine. She goes and finds an office to hide in as she figures out the exact way she's going to find someone with the codes to this door. She has a clip board. She has coffee. She has a mask and a labcoat and her hair's up in a very neat, scientisty-bun. She's practically an employee. Don't mind her, everyone. And if you do, hold still, she needs to wipe you.
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Date: 2015-07-02 05:26 am (UTC)He's also rather good with mental discipline. No, not that kind, though he has good enough wards that his mutinous contempt for the USL has gone unnoticed by Oversight. Just the kind where, say, if your eyes keep skipping over a particular employee, and for some reason you've looked three times at her face without actually recognizing it, you'd notice.
He has just realized that anyone skilled enough to keep up a mask that good will also notice someone piercing it.
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Date: 2015-07-02 05:53 am (UTC)Yep. She noticed.
To her credit, she doesn't immediately react. She looks into her coffee like she is displeased with its contents and hates her life on account of it being before noon. Completely ordinary. Nothing to see here. Meanwhile, she plans, and decides what to do. She subtly surveys the number of people in this room. Mm. Too many to easily wipe, especially if the person who pierced her mask screams. And anything more than a wipe will be... Messy. And she'd really rather not kill people. She's trying to avoid it.
Let's see if acting can get her anywhere. Sometimes people don't even realize that they've pierced a mask. So maybe this is salvagable, if she can keep him from freaking out for the time it takes to wipe him.
She walks over, smiling. "Hi! Sorry, um, I don't know your name, I'm kind of new here. I got transferred from South Central; I'm Janet."
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Date: 2015-07-02 06:13 am (UTC)... Hm. His right arm appears to be attempting to press the panic button under his desk. He thought had gotten all of those triggers already. Regardless, no. This is his chance to get out of here without getting himself killed.
... To do that, he needs to be useful to Ms. Freedom Fighter here. That means he needs to get somewhere alone and unobserved with her so that he can trade his ever-so-stalwart loyalty for a ticket out of here and a job with someone who had ever come within seven miles of an ethics course.
The easiest way to get alone with a lady is -
"Hello, Janet. That's a lovely dress you're wearing, where did you get it?"
- probably not extravagant flirting. Oops. Well, he's committed.
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Date: 2015-07-02 06:26 am (UTC)Well he just - wait, what was that? He just prevented himself from pressing the panic button. She saw that. That. Is not a thing that someone who is aware of an intruder and loyal would do. That is the opposite of what someone loyal would do.
And the someone not-loyal is flirting with her. To. Do what, exactly? 'Oh, hi, miss 'I am doing something extremely dangerous,' would you like to have dinner sometime, I find risking my life so I can get laid an appropriate use of time'? That seems implausible. Also stupid... Oh. Get her alone. Right, okay, that works. She can work with this. This is maybe not the approach she would have gone with, but she can't fault the guy for originality.
"Um," she says, affecting a very flirtatious giggle. Also a little bit of hiding behind her clipboard. She doesn't even really need to act to get the hint of a blush. "I um. It's from Otula, do you really like it?"
She sincerely hopes that she can get at the security camera's tapes. And burn them.
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Date: 2015-07-02 06:59 am (UTC)... He's not the sort to blush, but there is definitely an embarrassed tinge to his expression.
"Oh yes," he... attempts to purr, but the result comes out more like a snake with a sore throat. He attempts a predatory grin, but he can tell he didn't quite make it. "It is quite..."
He pauses. He was intending to pause dramatically, but he just realized he didn't have a follow up.
"...alluring?" he tries. It's probably not supposed to be a question.
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Date: 2015-07-02 07:10 am (UTC)"Really?" she says, hopeful and actually managing to purr, affecting - well. Shut in who hasn't gotten out much, either, that jumps at the first compliment she hears. But at least she can actually flirt. So she's got that going for her.
"I haven't been called alluring before," she adds, giggling, and - what, what do ordinary women do in these situations. ... Probably run, from that smile, but if he were actually flirting competently. She puts her coffee down and goes with hair twirling. Ha. Ha.
(She's going to wipe everyone in this room of this conversation. Everyone. No one must know.)
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Date: 2015-07-02 07:34 am (UTC)"You know," he says, still wearing that entirely-inappropriate mildly dangerous smile, "I haven't had breakfast yet. Would you like to join me?"
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Date: 2015-07-02 07:37 am (UTC)"Sure," she says, vaguely relieved that she has an excuse to stop actively flirting with him.
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Date: 2015-07-02 07:49 am (UTC)... He hopes she's so inclined. Talking about this out loud in this bug-riddled place would be incredibly stupid.
He leads her out of the office, up to the second floor kitchen, into the kitchen, and then - opens a cabinet. A single pan, placed messily atop a stack of dishes - no amount of totalitarian control can entirely erode human laziness, it seems - threatens to bean him atop the head, but he manages to stop it falling.
And while the cabinet door is open, no cameras fall on them.
Taking a deep breath, he waves her behind the door, and - opens his wards, just a crack. The smile is gone, replaced by a sort of tired determination.
We don't have much time, though I'm sure you've guessed. I can give you the codes you need to get out of here. All I want in return is to go with you.
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Date: 2015-07-02 07:56 am (UTC)... Normally I'd question that, but - yeah, sure. Just promise not to smile like that at me again, it was kind of terrifying. You er. Know what my exit strategy is, right? Because there is exactly one thing in this facility worth breaking in for.
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Date: 2015-07-02 08:00 am (UTC)Ah, heh. I'm not exactly - accustomed to finding a middle ground, now. Generally I either need to scare people or not.
Your exit strategy - ah. I see. I had not considered that, you see, because I cannot, without a degree of outside help. I can provide you the codes, but you will have to enter them. More critically, there are no uploaders in that room. Intelligent tyrants are really rather annoying.
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Date: 2015-07-02 08:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-06 05:18 am (UTC)Now, you're more, ahem, experienced than I at breaking and entering. Standard protocol is for the machine to be guarded at all times, and they'll have mask piercers - and the login protocol will require enough focus that unless you have a very high-end autopilot you'll have to drop your mask anyway. I assume you already have a plan for that?"
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Date: 2015-07-06 05:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-19 12:56 am (UTC)... He pauses for a minute, uncertain and ... a little embarrassed? ... I do have the ability to participate in a mind meld. And the mind check is only so precise, to not make the probe itself a security breach when a high-clearance official stops by. If we work together, I think I can keep the probe satisfied while you mask.
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Date: 2015-07-19 01:05 am (UTC)I um. That would work. It'll be awkward as all hell, and uh, I apologize for the necessity, but...
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Date: 2015-07-19 02:42 am (UTC)He takes a deep breath. ... I think my last question before we do it, then, is - I assume we're going somewhere safe. So, given that we'll probably be a good thousand miles apart, how are we going to get in touch?
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Date: 2015-07-19 02:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-19 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-19 03:07 am (UTC)Yeah, let's not. Right then. My telecommunication number, before I uh, stopped having one, was 9426:2568:2853. That'll work.
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Date: 2015-07-19 03:21 am (UTC)He takes another deep breath. Are we ready?
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Date: 2015-07-19 03:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-07-27 11:19 pm (UTC)- no. But it feels like he has. A sharp prod that hits her shields with a bit more force than strictly necessary.
(His control is exquisitely precise, but he clearly hasn't used mind arts much - he has no idea how much - or how little, in this case - will is needed to be noticed even by an untrained practitioner.)
Even so, once contact is made, the prod starts to - spread out, lose cohesion, as Aisilian paints her shields with his identity, mind, self, offering it up to her and then releasing it to her control.
(Well. Mostly. There's only so much he can make himself trust someone he's just met.)
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Date: 2015-07-27 11:56 pm (UTC)She doesn't unshield, exactly, but she can't have it in between her and him. This is why she has layers. For things like this. She peels a bit of it away, carefully pulls in the self that is just outside, bit by bit, gently but rather insistently. And soon enough they are both inside and - then it's the actual fun part. Oh joy.
She makes herself small, compartmentalizes, shrinks and shrinks and quiets (because he has to be the one out front, with how this works, they do not want to get into a fight where they're confused) until she's tiny and dense and focused. Then she carefully prods him, and gently leads him through the rest of the meld.
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Date: 2015-07-28 12:14 am (UTC)...
- Aisilian enters her -
...
- Aisilian, blushing heavily at this point, allows himself to be lead through the mental motions of the meld.
At the end of it, he's wrapped around her mind, a single mind in two parts. It's not clean like a telepathy bond; at every point, at every surface, the two minds intersect, are communicating.
It's not as bad for Aisilian, because he's still on the outside, interfacing directly with - both their bodies, now, though he can feel the relays that lead deeper into their core, where the hard spark of light that is the other member of this bond sits, carrying sensation one way and movement the other.
... He could technically cut that off, couldn't he. It's his mind.
... Trying his best not to freak out at that idea, he very carefully pushes those relays away from his metaphorical fingers. In fact, let's just forget that he ever saw them.
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Date: 2015-07-28 12:33 am (UTC)Um!
Yes! Yes let's not touch that, that is a bad thing, if they fuck with that thing - well several things would happen, including 'She freaks the fuck out' and not limited to 'She backlashes and turns him into a vegetable in retaliation'!
(Fuck why did she think that, she did not mean to think that, she doesn't want to be actively aggressive here and oh look here's the specific methodology she could use to absolutely flatten him into a paste -)
Right! Changing gears now, we are - going to stay on topic, forget any of that ever happened, forget all of this, forget how she is really quite sensitive to this kind of thing and good lord he is cuddly. Um. Yes. Sorry, - what the fuck is his name, she realizes in a rush she is sharing a very intimate moment with a near-stranger and she doesn't know his name. (This feels sort of like an injustice to her, he seems nice, even though he can't flirt worth a damn and prods a bit too hard during mind melding, but he's got a nice mind and good control and nope nope nope nope) Sorry, guy whose name Yvette doesn't know. (That is her name. Yvette. Here you go.) Usually what happens is there is a test mind meld where both members just sort of get the freaking out and the weirdness out of the way before they are expected to do anything together.
(Oh, joy, doing things together, what fucking more is there to do, sex would be less intimate (and possibly more nope nope nope nope))
Where exactly do they need to go? They should. Go there. Right now. And do the things that need to be done.
(Fuck fuck is she doing this on purpose now is she just oozing innuendo is that what's happening now no that is not what she wants.)
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Date: 2015-07-28 01:00 am (UTC)This was such a bad idea, why did he ever
Cut.
No. Actually, no. For an instant, absolute meditative calm spread across his mind.
... and promptly gives way to more normal thought. He's not that good at locking his mind down. But at least he's out of that particularly damaging loop.
Right, next stage of the step-down: Absolute, thorough blunt honesty, because he really can't afford to be lying to himself! (And subtext is going to go right through anyway, she is literally in his mind.)
Hello, Yvette. My name is Aisilian Rok'suchi, and I am very embarrassed and feeling more than a little vulnerable. I am impressed with your training and general competence, very glad for your ability to think fast, and did I mention very embarrassed by this proximity?
(In this back of his head, his memory of the relevant room unfolds in simulated 3D).
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Date: 2015-07-28 01:16 am (UTC)(She is actually quite sincere about her assurances. She doesn't feel very - her mind literally does not think that doing something nasty to him is a sensible course of action, in any way, shape, or form. She doesn't randomly want to hurt people on principle, but also it just - doesn't make any goddamn sense to attack Aisilian here and now? If she wanted to kill him or turn him into a vegetable, she would have snapped his wards into itty bitty pieces earlier, or done it before letting him inside her shields. She didn't do that. She would not like to turn him into a vegetable. (And, in fact, hasn't done that to anyone, even to some people who probably deserved it.) And - it doesn't make sense to hurt a person that she would willingly let share her mind. That is not a thing that should be.)
She calms down a little, upon seeing him handling himself reasonably well. Re-finds her center, reorganizes her methodology, agrees to answer him on his own terms instead of leaving her mind to do whatever it likes.
Hello, Aisilian. (She thinks it is rather silly to frame this as a telepathy conversation, but she has the spare head for it at the moment and is keenly aware of how she should make this as safe and pleasant as possible.) Thank you for being blunt and honest with me, it makes this easier on both of us. (Though she will sincerely try to make this as nice as possible even if he is the most unhelpful annoying little twit the world has ever seen.) I'm uh. Not exactly embarrassed, but... She is annoyed by how her mind isn't completely behaved, she wishes she were better at this, and she can't just meditate and go silent because she has a fuckton of other things to do and has to keep doing. She doesn't regret or feel ashamed of how she thinks or how her mind works, but she wishes that it would pay attention to her major preferences of 'Don't do anything to cause this to explode.'
I am a little uncomfortable, admittedly. And she is, she dislikes being small and not in control and relying so heavily on someone else to get things done. She wishes she could get to know Aisilian better before getting shoved together like this (A part of her mind comes up with a physical metaphor for it, noting that he very likely isn't as sensitive to how exactly this feels, and it involves him on top of her with his lips at her throat and his hands nope nope nope stop that) and having this sort of distrust and fear just floating around causing problems. (From his end, mostly, she's afraid of what he could do, not of him personally. And she seems to be systematically tackling that fear, because it doesn't make sense and is unfair. He had the perfect chance to screw her over, and didn't, and purposefully prevented himself from pressing the panic button.)
But I'm doing all right. She is, actually. Uncomfortable and small and a little overworked (it is much harder to do all of the things she was doing from this tiny little spark than if she were full sized) but she despite the slightly shitty opener she's recovered and is back to being competent again. (She likes being competent.) I apologize about um. Earlier. And she is sorry that she started things off like that, she was caught off guard by her greeting to the meld being 'Oh hey here is the thing I could use to seriously damage you.' It was a little. Alarming, actually. Still, she blames herself for not preparing for that sort of thing beforehand, and for her little - she doesn't describe it as a tantrum, exactly, but she does think badly of herself for letting her head get away from her like that. She is very goal oriented, when she doesn't have one her head is chaos, and she didn't have a goal. Bad form. She will do better.
Would it at all help if I tried to show you what sort of person I am so you can feel more comfortable with me? Good lord that's formal, that's kind of ridiculous, he's going to get a damn good glimpse of what sort of person she is just from this, regardless of what happens. But she would rather not catch him off guard with a giant 'By the way I am this sort of person' dump, and she's still trying to compose things in a telepathic manner for his benefit (silly as it is) so - that. Possibly overly formal. She dips into that under pressure. Whoops.
(She's a little antsy to get to doing things, but she acknowledges that building bridges here is dramatically important and they won't get very far if they don't. So, she's going to build some bridges.)
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Date: 2015-09-13 08:10 pm (UTC)It's entirely possible for him to split his attention, but that just produces two points of focus; his mind has been trained not to "spread out," to relax.
So it's not so much that he finds telepathy more comfortable, as that his mind is set up to pass all information through a high-bandwidth port through his active consciousness, rather than piecemeal impressionistic holistic ideas.