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I'm ridin' down your moonlight mile

Jan 31, 2011 10:44

Who: Troll 1/Seth (tiersdes) and Troll 2/Shiroe (zealouspeter)
When: Saturday, January 29th, 5pm, before Grandmama's Boy shows up.
Where: The streets of Sector 4
Summary: A Crusnik and a Mu pass by each other in the street, and the cat is quite literally out of the bag. Or rather, away from the NV and out of the house.
Warnings: Snarkiness and trolling, but are those ( Read more... )

seth nightroad, shiroe rei seki

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zealouspeter February 3 2011, 00:31:53 UTC

"Excuse me, lady! You dropped this."

This would be about six seconds after the NV had actually hit the ground - one second to identify that something had fallen out of the girl he'd passed's pocket, three seconds to identify and confirm the fact that yes, that was Seth (this was why he didn't use video, but was grateful that others did), one half second to be semi-surprised over seeing her, and the last second and a half to push aside the haze his mind had fallen in while he'd been walking to the Arcade, to refocus and sharpen his gaze ( ... )

tiersdes February 3 2011, 21:56:25 UTC

Seth frowns for a moment at the sound of Shiroe's voice, and stops in her tracks. She doesn't immediately turn around, because she's picking up on his empathy, and her nanomachines are responding in kind. She wills her mind into blocking it out as best she can (because her feelings and thoughts were hers and hers alone and not something to be picked at like free candy) as she slowly turns around.

Huh. A kid, kind of short, awfully young-looking, but his eyes seem rather sharp and inquisitive---those, she finds, are his most striking features. She can't tell if he's a native or a newcomer, and thusly, she's going to go along with the charade. "It is, yes." She says, pushing her smarmy grin onto her face to hopefully mask her mental discomfort (psychics were rare in her world). "And...I actually just got it a few weeks ago---it's really cute, huh? It makes me feel all the more careless for dropping it like that; thanks for returning it to me!"

If she knew that this were Shiroe and that she were actually saying thanks to him--- ( ... )

zealouspeter February 4 2011, 22:23:07 UTC

Her pause was the first hint that something had struck her as different, but it was a pause that maybe could have been passed over- if he hadn't of suddenly been shoved out of her mind, blocked a second after. His abilities jumped to dig into another's mind, so abruptly giving him an unprotected feed of dog walk always have to so cold out not fair that it made Shiroe flinch. Enough that he wasn't able to get up another smile until she'd already turned around and was speaking, anyway.

Stupid of him. But it was the past, and she obviously hadn't recognized him- a thank you indeed - so he worked up to quickly add his own grin again, toned down so that it would make any other random, fairly happy child's ( ... )

tiersdes February 5 2011, 17:19:22 UTC

She's not going to make heads or tails of his telepathy just yet---but now she's got her first clue: he must be a Newcomer if he's got powers, and secondly: he is trying to get into her mind (and is really bad at hiding it)---for what, well. Who knows? (it was still none of his business, anyway...) So she's going to continue putting up her mental defenses to ward off the now-fainter sensation of probing (it was really making her nanomachines go a little wonky, and the chills surging up her spine as a result of the telepathy were still quite uncomfortable, but she's been through worse, so she can weather them ( ... )

zealouspeter February 9 2011, 05:29:50 UTC

He scrunched up his face at her description of what was on the phone, mostly for dramatic effect-- he knew he didn't really look fifteen, for one, and he also knew by now what the common reaction to most things were for his age group were. Successfully repelled, his mind collected itself back together - there was exhaustion eating at the edges of his thoughts, but that was a usual presence that he wasn't entirely sure what he'd do without. Nothing to get in the way of his mind's quick analysis of the girl - that giggly attitude and yet strong mental fortitude, the play of her expressions and words. He'd had long enough to find out when someone was putting on an act, and he was relatively sure she was doing it.

Of course. His attempt at breaching her mind must have sent her some sort of warning. He gave one brief, potentially panicked thought to is she part of SERO? before discarding it-- no, she didn't have that underlying apathy that SERO scientists nearly always had. Maybe AGI, but he wasn't particularly afraid of AGI. Found them ( ... )

tiersdes February 9 2011, 21:33:59 UTC

It did. In fact, she was able to very briefly hear his voice in her mind, alongside feeling the twitching of her nanomachines. It made her even all the more curious as to who this kid really was. The way he so readily approached her with her dropped NV---any regular kid would've perhaps taken off with it (not like she wouldn't be able to catch them, anyhow, had that been the case.)---and the way he was so readily conversing with her. She could write it all off as him just being some very friendly, very polite kid, but the psychic ability and just...something about his demeanor struck her as off.

In that brief moment of him being able to reach out to her mind, he would've caught the fleeting thought of: I can't let those companies create and exploit mistakes like me. Because that was precisely what they were perhaps trying to do. SERO, especially, if rumors she'd heard about them were true...it was certainly something to go over with Allen, once AGI was taken care of ( ... )

zealouspeter February 11 2011, 21:37:54 UTC

“The East?” Maybe his words would follow her, since they would never lose that curious lilt - his smile dropped off for another more serious, more contemplative expression, because laughing about the ‘nations’ he’d read (and the information that he knew about her so-called East, the ruined planet) didn’t seem like a very nice thing to do. He may have been slathering this on too thickly, but-- “You mean like China? I don’t know much about there, but I guess it’s big enough to have a desert…”

Her last line got a small laugh, nonetheless; a laugh and smile that boys would share with their partners-in-crime after filching a plate of sweets. The grin doesn’t vanish after she makes her declaration, instead gaining an outwardly admiring role-model sort of look, head tilted.

The only warning was something changing about her outer shields, and even if it was slight, he mentally latched on to it, was about to process and make a decision about what it could’ve meant when she was gone.

And the back of his head felt much colder.

He didn’t yelp ( ... )

tiersdes February 12 2011, 15:41:32 UTC

"Ha, ha, ha!" Seth's laughter is light and easy as she watches Shiroe stumble back to his feet. It was strange. She didn't really know why she threw the snowball at him---perhaps it was to make him stop trying to dig into her mind, or maybe it was because, really? It had been a long time since she last fooled around like this, was allowed to act like a normal girl instead of Crusnik-03 or Empress Augusta Vradica. Perhaps even a combination of both of those things, but either way, it was clear in her subsequent mischievous grin that she was about to take her cake and eat it ( ... )

zealouspeter February 14 2011, 00:27:26 UTC

For once, he didn't actually have to fake his surprise. His hand was held poised from after throwing the snowball, purple eyes widening. Not just in unveiled curiosity, but with a good amount of awe, too; not that he hadn't ever seen someone that could do something like that, it was just that it was the first time in a long while that he was only tracking the person with his eyes. Eeven emotionally, she was a blank space: a fuzzy patch twirling and cartwheeling through snow, and he'd obviously picked the right person to be interested in (though he was sure that once he wrung her of all the information she could provide, his interest would die. that wasn't very concerning to him).

She threw another snowball and he snapped back into reality in time to attempt to dodge it in time. Attempt, as it caught him in the shoulder. Another piece of ice to add to the water slowly making its way down his neck--

Shiroe floated over to him, working as well as any snow down the back could at making him freeze for just a second. Actually, no: it was ( ... )

tiersdes February 14 2011, 14:46:40 UTC

No reason? Please, anyone else she knew around here more than likely knew better not to try and pry into her mind like that, and not to be half as curious about her as he was. She knew that the boy standing in front of her, suddenly looking as if he'd been caught sticking his hand into the proverbial cookie jar, was indeed her mysterious...admirer. Or stalker. Or something along those lines.

So the boy had powers. He'd briefly mentioned something before, about there being another 'race' in his world besides normal humans. She realized it now. He was one of that 'race.' It was no wonder, then, that he did not divulge any more about them. Because he'd be divulging about himself...It actually made Shiroe seem less annoying and obnoxious and more scared and lost, now that Seth thought about it. A Lost Boy who'd probably been struggling with being different, endlessly searching for a Never Land to run off to ( ... )

zealouspeter February 14 2011, 21:59:50 UTC

“And you’re still really weird.” He was ready to throw her away if need be - she may know of his telepathy, but not his telekinesis, and that would remain his secret for as long as he could manage it - ready to retaliate, fight, flee. More fight than flee; even back against Keith, a senior trainee (and someone much much stronger), he hadn’t been one to back off, regardless of whether or not it’d turn out right in the end.

But she was pulling on his-- pulling on his cheek, that was really, really weird, and he couldn’t do much more than give a noise of discontent, since most of his concentration went toward keeping his powers from rushing at her. Something like a ‘mrrgphh,’ then, even if it didn’t hurt (it could, he knew), and then she was disappearing again and two more snowballs came his way. He was a bit too out of sorts to dodge those; down, down he went, sitting down hard on the cold pavement, and yet ( ... )

tiersdes February 14 2011, 22:35:20 UTC

"Am I? Well, 'normal' is kind of an overrated word, anyway ( ... )

zealouspeter February 18 2011, 22:32:45 UTC

Everything she gave off was vague, so vague - and she was moving quickly to him - too quickly, but not with that sort of ferocity people with speed-enhancing powers gave. It was a leap, but he was willing to bet it on something else: that thing she’d described, that thing that made what she was so different from people, with strength and longevity and -

Whomp! Another snowball, right to the shoulder. Two more to the back, a fourth at his chest - it was somewhat pathetic that he couldn’t retaliate, but a pathetic look wouldn’t be on his face. No, he was still grinning, sly as a fox and maybe just as nasty, even as he backed himself up to a tree, pressed his back against it. He’d long learned that attitude was half of any presentation - and while it might not have wholly fooled her, grinning instead of cowering allowed him some amount of dignity. His pride would - had - bring him to his doom, his absolute need to continue fighting back even in the face of something he couldn’t really do anything about. That might be an exaggerated ( ... )

tiersdes February 20 2011, 06:05:34 UTC

How cute. You truly are just a child. And yet, it's so sad.That's the one fleeting thought that Seth will allow Shiroe to detect. That is the only time she will open the floodgates just a crack ( ... )

zealouspeter February 23 2011, 04:04:19 UTC

The mental thought of hers reverberated through his mind, stuck to the walls as if it were glue; and yet, all he outwardly did was blink. It wouldn’t inspire a responding attack or comment, a flinch or wince - mentally, he bristled over it, his trademark irritation rising up (always rising up), but physically, he gave nothing back to her.

It would be more frustrating for her, he thought, and so he’d act like that.

What really got a reaction was that abrupt closeness; he reeled back from that, almost - but not quite! - cracking his head against the tree. Regained his bearings as she leaned in, looking smug as the feline that she definitely wasn’t (more of a dog without a master). Her words didn't frighten him any more than her expression did, though he didn't feel that invoking fear was really what she was after. No matter-- the proximity, however, was still an issue. He didn't like it.

Opened his mouth to maybe say as much, and then he was poking him in the nose and he side-stepped (get some distance needed some distance from this ( ... )

tiersdes February 23 2011, 05:23:06 UTC

A-ha. She was noticing something else about him.

(besides the defiance. the hidden anger. the odd powers he seemed to both ashamed of and yet reveled in----at least, around her.)

He didn't seem to be fond of physical contact---no, correction---he was adverse to it, almost phobic. The way he practically freaked out when she pulled on his cheek; how he swiftly strafed away after she poked his nose...she could write it off as simple shyness, the shyness of a little boy, but his movements and reactions to her touching him were much too deliberate ( ... )

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