They say Cain was sent to the moon after he killed Abel. [Title Unrelated]
Who: Cain and Mary Weather
What: The two of them have spent so little time together recently. Cain decides to make it up to her.
Where: Cain's makeshift lab in one of the storage blocks
Warnings: None.
( Your teacher is a witch. And not very nice. )
What: The two of them have spent so little time together recently. Cain decides to make it up to her.
Where: Cain's makeshift lab in one of the storage blocks
Warnings: None.
( Your teacher is a witch. And not very nice. )
The murk in the water stirred slightly, slowly began to swirl about in a curious pattern. He could already see the connection forming, start to make out the image of the Shaman at his pot, a wide, almost approving grin on his face. Cain had cultivated these cultures to exacting specifications, fed them proper concentrations of acids and bases at the right times... The last step, of course, was the most daunting. According to the instructions, he was required to ingest a small amount of the culture, so that the wavelength of the psychic energy could be picked up like a radio receiver.
The short of it was that, after months of working and experiments, he had finally finished it. It was a working connection that could be accessed at any time. The Shaman had arranged for a scrying pot to be set in a public place where the children could hear the call of the connection whenever the user desired to make use of it.
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"How... can he hear us now? Is there more to it?" she asked, heart pounding in her chest. More questions came to mind - how did she start these herself, how often did it work... but those were things she could ask later, if he didn't explain it. The idea of ingesting the culture would be a little odd - but all the same, how bad could it be? She'd eaten some strange dishes in her time, and so she could think of them like that, right?
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"The old fish is constantly nagging me about taking care of these things," he said, dusting off the ball with his sleeve. "Right now, he can see and hear me, but not you. The reason behind this is because in order to perceive and be perceived by the other end of this 'connection', one must be sensitive to the particular wavelength of mind-wave science that it uses.
"It can be accomplished by either being completely in tune to it via random chance, which comes out to be a one in sixteen-billion chance, or..." he said, and fished a gel capsule from a petri dish on the counter. "...one could swallow some of the cultures that send and receive the frequency. Near as I can tell, they attach to some of the threads in one's brain, and in less than an hour, one becomes able to sense this wavelength. I am still not up to speed on the science that exists here..." he said, scratching his head.
A face poked up into the ball's pseudo-image, one of the fish-children. The child's mouth moved, and Cain just grinned. "They are waiting for you. I hope you enjoy this," he said. He'd spent countless hours on this project, so the least she could do was to talk with the fish-kids. Glass of water, check. Capsule, check.
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That wasn't this, though. Cain would never so much as consider something if he thought it might injure Maryweather, so she only barely hesitated before taking the glass of water and the capsule, swallowing it down with a quick swig of the water. It was so fast that she barely even tasted it, which... admittedly, she was rather glad for. Setting the glass down, she climbed onto her tip-toes to see better in the ball. "Can they see me and hear me now?" she asked, eyes wide, childlike for once.
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"As soon as the cultures acclimate to your system, you'll be in the right frequency. Just give it a minute or two..." he said, trailing off a bit. "Perhaps I'll go and see if there are any sweets in the kitchen. and you can talk with your friends?" He pushed the stool back, and brushed himself off slightly, and with a little breath, went toward the door.
Once in a while Cain was not a terrible person.
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In one corner Soohurn could be seen, waving shyly but happily grinning, showing a mouth that was just now getting its first sharpened incisors.
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It was easy enough to guess when her system reached the proper frequency, as the roar of the children's voices rushed at her, and she had to laugh. "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere!" she promised, grinning widely. She waved back to Soohurn, too. "How have you all been?" Admittedly, she kind of wanted to talk at length to Soohurn - but they could do that later, when the other kids were done asking all their questions.
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"The Promise Chief had to defend her title!"
"I hear the grey men wanted to trade to capture you guys!"
"You should beat them up!"
"Yeah! Pow pow ptam!"
"We wanna see what it's like up in the sky!"
And Soohurn, turning the greenish red of a ripening tomato, raised his hand and turned it over, to show the ribbon she'd left behind tied around his finger. By the look of it he hadn't taken it off once since she'd given it to him.
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As for what it's like in the sky... maybe someday, we can figure that out - it isn't as special as it sounds, though." A small giggle escaped her lips and she made her ribbon clearly visible, holding a small section of her hair in place. That alone was their silent connection, and there really wasn't much that needed to be said beyond it. At least, not in front of the others. Really, it was so odd - Mary wasn't used to having real feelings toward someone - well, that wasn't entirely true. She just wasn't used to them not dying almost immediately thereafter.
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"We wanna see the rest of your house!"
"Yeah, show us!"
There was a generalized clamor to see more until Soohurn objected saying she didn't have to if she didn't want to, to which was replied: "I bet you lii~ike her, that's why you're saying that." A kissy face and giggles followed. It appeared her fishy suitor was trapped, unless she acceded to granting a tour.
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Oh, children. Obviously, Soohurn had made no mention to his friends of his feelings - which was fine. She understood completely, and what difference did it make? None, of course. The two of them knew, and that was that.
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"Oh, hello, everyone," he said, catching the eye of the fish children in the ball. "I trust you and Mary are getting along?" He popped open the capsule, and a cold mist evaporated from it. The wafers were equally cold, but still fresh. He laid some out on a plate and put a kettle over a bunsen burner.
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