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[ honestly, tretij doesn't care about the network. he doesn't care about much other than eli, but.. there are a few things he's interested in, and one of them happens to be people who are as different as he is. the network seems to be the easiest and least uncomfortable way to meet them, given how psychically overwhelmed he is on the moira right now-- and given his caution.
so eventually, after some trial-and-error: ] there are psychics here?
i would like to speak to
too noisy to find you
everyone thinks loudly
[ that's it, that's the post. tretij isn't wordy at the best of times, and he's still getting accustomed to the idea that he's even allowed to ask for things like this. ]
so eventually, after some trial-and-error: ] there are psychics here?
i would like to speak to
too noisy to find you
everyone thinks loudly
[ that's it, that's the post. tretij isn't wordy at the best of times, and he's still getting accustomed to the idea that he's even allowed to ask for things like this. ]
text;
Where are you? I can try to find you.
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[ he means the observation deck.. ]
quieter here
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Stay there. I'll come to you.
[ It'll take her a few minutes but she'll get there, a little out of breath from running and looking around to find him. She could send him a mental message but doesn't want to be too assume he'd welcome that if he's already having such a hard time keeping other voices out.
Instead, she'll call out verbally, ]
Hello?
[ She can sense them more so than see them. ]
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physically, he's probably no less surprising-- a small, skinny child in a gas-mask floating several feet above the deck. what's visible of his skin--feet, hands and arms--is scarred in places, and his nails are bleeding from where he's picked at the cuticles.
he forces his hands back down, fingers curling and uncurling instead in the ends of too-long sleeves. he'd wanted to meet other people with abilities like his, but now that he is, he isn't quite certain what he should do. it's strange, and she seems.. normal, almost. not at all like the demon tretij himself has often been compared to. ]
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She steps closer to him, ]
Would my voice be too much in your mind?
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he draws his knees up as if he's seated on a chair, curling his arms beneath his thighs.
noisy for you, too? his psychic 'voice' is quiet, faintly disjointed, but it's important for him to make the effort to use it instead of simply cobbling together responses from memories and other people's voices. ]
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Yeah. It's been pretty exhausting keeping them all out.
Then, she raises her arms out at her side and slowly floats up into the air. She's a little new at it but she likes to think her practice has paid off.
I just got here, too. ]
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he jerks in surprise as she begins to lift in the air, uncurling once more in sheer shock. behind his mask, his eyes are wide and stunned, and one small hand lifts almost before he's realized it, fingertips uncurling as if to touch her. he withdraws his hand again without contact, though, curling it in against his chest as he stares.
like me, he manages, wondering, mind fluttering against hers as if testing his footing. but.. he trails off, and invisible hands pluck curiously at her clothing, pushing at a lock of her hair, nudging at one of her hands. not a demon.
how had she managed to escape people like those in the institute? ]
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We're not "demons". We have abilities but that doesn't make us bad or monsters. No matter what anyone else has told you.
She remembers hearing some of Kurt's stories from his time before coming to America. Saw a few of them without meaning to. ]
text
[His preferred term is telepath, the word psychic often implying a misleading mystical connotation.]
Is there a particular matter on which you wish to speak?
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never met another
[ there were others with abilities in the institute, of course, but none quite like tretij, and he was isolated during his time there, anyway. ]
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not sure
others were there but not like me
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[At least, that’s what he gathers from the phrasing.]
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i was usually drugged
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Would you be willing to speak in person? I do not wish to intrude if you find the presence of others difficult to maintain in our present environment.
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it's ok
i'm in the place with stars [ the observation deck, that is. ]
text > action
[While he has no verbal confirmation as to the age of his texting companion, logic would dictate that, given his response patterns, the person is likely young. Not wishing to trouble the poor fellow any more than already seemed evident by their description of the human minds around them, Spock uses this information to help him narrow down who it is he is searching for upon reaching the observation deck.
As it is uncommon for Vulcans to reach out with their minds unless mutual consent has been confirmed, he keeps his thoughts his own. If his mind is searched, it would reflect as significantly more controlled than that of others, a faint, low hum compared to the cacophony of human minds. While flickers of his immediate concerns will slip through the cracks, they present themselves in a highly muted fashion, a quiet echo down a long corridor.
He approaches cautiously, not wishing to startle his new acquaintance and makes noticeable enough noise to notify the young man to his presence.]
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as soon as spock enters the observation deck, he does indeed reach out toward him curiously, brushing against his mind without actually pushing for anything. whatever he finds makes him psychically rear back in surprise, which manifests itself physically as tretij's narrow back straightening a little.
there's a pause, then his mind returns once more, cautious and wary, pinging him in a sort of non-verbal 'hello'. --it's probably fairly evident that tretij's abilities were forced open. his psychic presence is massively scarred, almost raw in a way, and he has no shields to speak of. while he doesn't project anything, he receives all the time-- no doubt why he prefers the observation deck, which at least provides some small amount of distance from the rest of the ship. ]
text
Do you want to communicate directly? [ Mind to mind, he means. Whoever this is, they don't seem particularly at home with text. ]
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yes
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[ He's impatient--with himself, for once. "Can't you find me?" they might ask, and he'd have no good answer. ]
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[ a pause, then a second response: ] observation deck [ not so many people there. ]
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You're a child. [ He's surprised into speaking aloud. His mouth holds the shape of the word a moment after it's voiced.
He's angry in the way of a wounded animal. It pours off him, overwhelming his presence. His mind isn't the locus of his abilities—he's less conscious of thoughts than their emotional undercurrents. Where that sensitivity could be soothing, instead it's barbed, insidious.
There's curiosity, as he studies the child. Nerves. A hint of melancholy, mingled with anger: weeks ago he'd summoned his father to this same place. ]
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You were with the man on fire?
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yes
he couldn't keep me
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[He avoids calling him "Eli" in public. Seems to be for the best. He'd used a mention of Tretij to drag Liquid away from an influencing force, so it's a fair guess.]
[He's a little intimidating, yes, but it's not as if Miller hasn't been on the ship with people he already knows to be dangerous for months. And it's still a child that he's talking to.]
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yes [ eli hides nothing from him, so of course he'd sensed how grateful he was to have tretij around again, even as different as eli is now. it had felt.. good? he.. likes.. that he matters to someone that much. ]
i remember you
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angry
you burn
was easy to tell where you were on mother base
my snake doesn't hate you
[ so as far as he's concerned, they're okay. ]
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[He burns slightly less now. Being away from Cipher has been a godsend. As was meeting Solid. Even Liquid. As much as knowledge hurts, the perspective it gave him he needed.]
I didn't guess he did. [My snake, huh? Everyone has their Snakes. Kaz figures he's went through way too many of them at this point.]
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big fires are easier to see
not as big as before though
[ he'd thought he'd sensed him from time to time, but.. he hadn't been certain until now. ]
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[He's going to switch this to private for his own good. He's got enough sense to know that Tretij can't really control how he thinks. What he hears. But it's still unnerving for a man so private.]
What did you see? Or was it just the anger?
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that man is different
not like the first one was
he's fraying but he holds together
( private )
[Just confirming the observation, making sure he understands correctly.]
How long were you around?
( private )
just different
the first one felt colder
long enough to see
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[Even if now he's running on a determination to fix things, to drag them out of their hellish futures. Scrabbling tooth and nail, counting on that ability of timelines to waver slightly. Hoping for that one last thing.]
What did you watch for? [It's intimidating to know how long he wasn't alone, in his fits of paranoia, protectiveness over a home he didn't want to lose like the last one. (Not that particular home meant anything in the long run to the man he built it for).]
( private )
not good at telling the difference
everything
if you would hurt those boys
what you were willing to do
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[Maybe a touch defensive. What happened with Chico never ebbed. Just these memories of his last moments, screaming as their helicopter went down. No child needed to die in that sort of horror. He didn't care how much of a "natural" they were. A life not even lived isn't meant to be thrown away.]
It was the last thing I wanted for them.
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it was a good place
could sleep there
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Seems like you don't actually like it too much. Not being able to block people out when you want, that is.
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never met anyone like me before
mask helps a little
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[So instead he asks-]
How long did you go without a place to sleep?
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don't know
why?
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[Instead it keeps making people who don't even know how to make simple choices. Or understand at all what it's like to live as a human being.]
Just wondering. [That's the only excuse he has for the question, really. But damn if it's not another small reminder that maybe this, "make the world one" dream does nothing but ruin people along the decades it's been forming. On all sides.]
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still useful
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