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maskormenace2017-04-19 09:07 am
candor1) wrote in maskormenace2017-04-19 09:07 am
Entry tags:
- anakin skywalker | darth vader,
- archie | broceidon,
- † alfie solomons | n/a,
- † cassian andor | fulcrum,
- † cosima niehaus | n/a,
- † count dooku | darth tyranus,
- † han solo | n/a,
- † kotetsu t. kaburagi | wild tiger,
- † motoko kusanagi | the major,
- † nike lemercier | n/a,
- † normie osborn | n/a,
- † sabriel | abhorsen
[video]
[He's had plenty of time to toy with this gizmo (all technical terms, thank you mental projection of Kay that's moved back into his brain now that it's not too painful because there's a real Kay again, shush), but still hasn't put himself on it for more than a brief response to Catelyn Stark.
For all his well-[founded?]-honed mistrust of open networks, it has chastened him that he could have found Jyn and Kay much more quickly if he'd used it from the start. For all the research he does, it's unignorable that he's wasting a huge amount of this powerful resource by relegating himself to observer, not participant.
…And there's one or two other imPorts he's learned about that… have caught his attention. He's wondering if he'll catch theirs.
So, network, hello: months after his arrival (albeit a good percent of them spent unconscious): Human. Male. Age hard to tell: either in his thirties-forties or face prematurely hollowed and lined. Hair: dark, cut as if by himself with a tool not meant for such use and no mirror. Eyes: several galaxies' worth. Shirt doesn't look like anything specific to those who wouldn't know the style, instantly recognizable as Corellian to those who would.
Then he smiles—in a way that seems entirely effortless, genuine, and engaged—and some of the agedness falls away. The eyes crinkle and sparkle. He seems approachable and warm. Even the haircut is transformed into seeming less unloved and more boyish. It gives this stranger the face of a friend.
His accent, when he speaks, sounds Hispanic toEarth American ears.]
I was wondering, if you're willing to share—
[on an open network, though that's not necessarily a good barometer of the network itself]
Are you still in the job you were assigned? Yes or no, how is it going for you?
I've read the introductory material on this. I'm wondering about personal experiences.
[He's tried to go beyond the official literature, including as much of the backlog as he could find or slice. Which is also why he doesn't repeat Godric's question (to which the answers were exceedingly helpful—and a few that sent a shiver up his spine. But pull it together, don't apply superstitious thought to the superstitious thoughts: that's what common cosmological models do).
As if in afterthought, and as if with self-conscious awkwardness, he adds]
…and hello. My name's Cassian.
For all his well-[founded?]-honed mistrust of open networks, it has chastened him that he could have found Jyn and Kay much more quickly if he'd used it from the start. For all the research he does, it's unignorable that he's wasting a huge amount of this powerful resource by relegating himself to observer, not participant.
…And there's one or two other imPorts he's learned about that… have caught his attention. He's wondering if he'll catch theirs.
So, network, hello: months after his arrival (albeit a good percent of them spent unconscious): Human. Male. Age hard to tell: either in his thirties-forties or face prematurely hollowed and lined. Hair: dark, cut as if by himself with a tool not meant for such use and no mirror. Eyes: several galaxies' worth. Shirt doesn't look like anything specific to those who wouldn't know the style, instantly recognizable as Corellian to those who would.
Then he smiles—in a way that seems entirely effortless, genuine, and engaged—and some of the agedness falls away. The eyes crinkle and sparkle. He seems approachable and warm. Even the haircut is transformed into seeming less unloved and more boyish. It gives this stranger the face of a friend.
His accent, when he speaks, sounds Hispanic to
I was wondering, if you're willing to share—
[
Are you still in the job you were assigned? Yes or no, how is it going for you?
I've read the introductory material on this. I'm wondering about personal experiences.
[He's tried to go beyond the official literature, including as much of the backlog as he could find or slice. Which is also why he doesn't repeat Godric's question (to which the answers were exceedingly helpful—and a few that sent a shiver up his spine. But pull it together, don't apply superstitious thought to the superstitious thoughts: that's what common cosmological models do).
As if in afterthought, and as if with self-conscious awkwardness, he adds]
…and hello. My name's Cassian.
video;
Our own lives. We remembered new things that happened to us, but it's not like I can tell you all the latest current events. Is that what you mean?
video;
[He likes her. Would love to see her have a conversation with Kay and what they both would make of it.
Had he liked people this easily before and had just suppressed it?
…Or had the issue been that he wasn't a "Person".
He'd been Alliance. They, enemy, ally or asset.
Anyway. Her answer suggests he won't be having that experience. Nor would Kay or Jyn.
Bit of an aortal contraction at that.
Their inability to understand the Porters is probably the most frightening thing to him in this world.]
I suspect no one has an explanation for that, since even the phenomena we already thought of that the Porters can accomplish, we can't explain…?
video;
She nods slowly.]
You've got it. Believe me, I've tried to analyze all kinds of data, looked for a pattern of how they choose people, why they pick the times they do, how we get memories from home and seem to be able to live lives there and here... I can't find anything, which is honestly weird. You'd think I'd at least be able to find a fake pattern. It's frustratingly random.
video;
But it isn't, actually. It isn't protected information, it's easy to guess, to use against him or at all.
And he's been looking for someone doing such work.]
If you continue to collect data, regardless, I would like to incorporate mine. However small the hope there's a way to predict… why people leave.
[He can't even imagine there's a way to control it. But anything. Literally anything.]
video;
video;
De Chima. You?
video;
Same. You need to tell me which bakery you work at right now.
video;
Pie-lots.
[If the pun was the reason he'd been assigned there, he'd just go ahead and quit right now.]
I haven't started working yet. Still on med leave.
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Please, please tell me all the pies are like, flight themed too. It's going to break my heart if they aren't.
[Her grin falters as he continues. Her head tilts to one side as she examines him for any obvious injuries.]
What kind of injuries?
video;
[He could add or we can meet there and find out together, but leaves it off as sounding too potentially flirtatious. Not on the table for him, nor is an element he can detect in her speech or face addressing him. Which is a relief.
Her other question… Again, subjects he's used to keeping to himself… but this time it's public record and there are situations when withholding information is much more conspicuous than giving it.]
I was shot and fell, about… I don't know how far.
[an odd lapse, that… he'd estimated the height of the datacore when they were jumping onto it. But it was gone now… logistic memory overwritten by the experiential]
Far enough to kill me if I hadn't hit a few beams on the way down. Which also did internal damage but less concentrated.
video;
Where are you staying? I can come by and do my healing thing.
video;
A drifting memory amalgam, of medics seeking out survivors, voluntarily, people who existed to fix others, game to mind…
No disproportional response. Not on his face anyway.]
I'm all right now, but thank you.
[He means it, very much; that thank you]
But for future reference, if I may… what's the nature and extent of your 'healing thing'?
Re: video;
[It also means that she can't keep her own health condition under control with her powers when she's using them on others, but that's a detail she doesn't need to share right now.]
video;
[Asks the repeat electroreconditioning patient.
Places of this tech level rarely seemed to understand the physical pathways of what was not physically induced. This could either speak to this woman's origin or to the power itself.]
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Physical trauma, sorry I didn't clarify. Mental trauma... It's tricky. I'm a biologist not a psychologist and there's so much we don't understand. I wish I knew more, but my knowledge is super limited and without someone with more knowledge, I don't feel that comfortable messing with that...
t/w: suicidal ideation
Of course not.
Sorry. I wasn't asking for it. Just interested.
[all the times he's asked kay to knock him out
by injection or cranial trauma or suffocation
the times he's asked kay to kill him
'would you ever let me die' yes but not for that reason
As good as one tries to get at not jumping to conclusions. Not least because of what they reveal about yourself.]
When can you meet for the data exchange?
no subject
Whenever. Most of my survey data is at my house, not the lab. If you wanna stop by tonight, that should be fine. Let me just check with Clara and make sure she didn't have plans for us.
no subject
[Not just for the invitation.]
Yes, I can be there tonight if she doesn't. Let me know.
[Tempted to make some other offer—any safeguards she wishes to have in place for him to be in her house—but this isn't hostile negotiation… if it isn't an issue for her… and whether or not it should writ large need no longer be up to him to tell anyone else.
…]
Are you comfortable giving your address here?
no subject
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Easily done. I'll see you soon.
[OOC: handwave actual meeting and reunite at C&C's wedding? ^_^ ]
no subject
[ooc: sounds perfect to me!]