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Who: Shiroe and Daedalus.
When: Monday morning.
Where: Ye olde Diner.
Summary: There are ... a lot of things they need to talk on. Especially after the cherry blossoms.
Warnings: Anger and general unhappiness.
( challenge rating: over fifty. )
When: Monday morning.
Where: Ye olde Diner.
Summary: There are ... a lot of things they need to talk on. Especially after the cherry blossoms.
Warnings: Anger and general unhappiness.
( challenge rating: over fifty. )
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"No trouble. Textbooks get more and more expensive, though, I think." Daedalus had the bright cheer (night shift, too, never a break --) instead of Shiroe, for once; the Mu wasn't sulky so much as just rather dispassionate, speaking like a... well, a normal person. Since he had the tendency to be extremely pointed or verbose at all times, it maybe was a slightly startling difference. His eyes flitted upward, quick (make sure he's alright, make sure he's alright), then went back to his miniature pyramid of creamers. "How about you and work ( ... )
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On the surface he seems at the worst a little uneasy, but for all his breezy, focused list of things to preoccupy breakfast which pointedly don't include the events of last week, the doctor carries a restlessness, an unsettled feeling deeper with him. His glances are cautious too ( ... )
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Plus, I hadn't thought you'd approve. But Daedalus had odd quirks, here and there - such as with that bottle-sending, something that had even been emphasized as illegal, and yet there hadn't been a single complaint. It'd been enjoyable, actually. A memory Shiroe would've liked to take a picture of and added to his album, possibly; if only there wasn't this new --
"Finally." The comment to the work part, and his lopsided smile was gone: now he was watching Daedalus the way he watched interesting people when he was sure they didn't know he was paying attention to them, with a clinical eye and potentially destructive ideas cropping up. Except the doctor was most certainly watching back, even when- especially when the hologram popped up, and Shiroe had to admit that ( ... )
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He was much more liberal with sharing system cheats, ever since he and Shiroe had declared themselves 'heretics' last December. The bottles too, something both taboo, clandestine and meaningful, which was how he liked doing things best. (Much like his sex life had been this time last week. Funnily enough.)
Daedalus spins the diagram with a flick of his stylus, enlarging it. His eyes met Shiroe's directly through the faint wash of blue light. A cup of mint tea is slid onto the edge of the table, and the doctor slides it smoothly into the curl of his palm with a 'thank you', and without glancing aside at the waitress, who would be three paces away by the ( ... )
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Often, he wondered how terrifying those first moments would be. Why some of the infected had fallen to their knees, as if in petition, while others went beserk.
...why some humans heard the taste of peaches, while others emptied their stomachs of lunch, or went into a state of catatonic shock.
"At least, not in a matter which would make much sense to us." He reasons. That someone was behind it, that the world was a grander scheme ( ... )
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That was said actually rather quietly - Shiroe was scrambling quickly to get his memories of the day, but really, they were far too fuzzy; he did recall meeting certain people, certain overloads of thoughts and feelings-- if all of that was transferred to a sentient core, did it catch the others' knowledge, as well...?
It would be a terrifying thought, if Shiroe could remember if he'd heard anything that was important (normal lives weren't).
He blinked up at the sudden grin, quirking an eyebrow and pausing. "... A land of imaginary sensations?" And that was just how much better he was feeling (or maybe how much he'd come to instinctively respected the other, even now): he didn't immediately go to pry the information out of Daedalus. It was a good jump from even five months ago, he thought.
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He liked to see how far along someone might venture on their own, then supplying tools for the rest of the way. That felt fair. Stretching- though Shiroe's imagination outweighed his own by a hundredfold easily, Daedalus was certain, so he didn't really require to exercise.
Shiroe evidently hadn't scoured and committed to memory every single detail of the psychology texts that Daedalus had bought him earlier in the summer, but that was alright. He'd kept himself busy and constructive in other ways, probably.
"Synesthesia- it's not a land, it's a neurological condition, from greek roots: syn, meaning 'together', and aisthesis, meaning 'sensation'." Daedalus pauses for a moment, with a riddling smile, as if ( ... )
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And that could have been the crux of it, couldn't it have? He was jumping a few stops on this subject's train, that was true, but-- for all of the happiness over being able to quiz like this radiating from the doctor's direction, Shiroe's way of zeroing in and obsessing over anything that managed to get into his mind was back to becoming a joy-killer ( ... )
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"But I do think it's interesting that something like this <>icould hold some degree of collective intelligence-" Daedalus squints, and he really does enjoy being able to turn over speculations with someone who will readily indulge his idle thoughts, and his deepening curiosity. Shiroe could usually be counted upon for that ( ... )
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"Even if it doesn't, that's a lot of information to get in one go. And even if it did get that information, as a fungus-- if it really is one- what would it do with it? Evolve along the patterns of what it sees as best? I suppose it's a natural parasite already, but..."
But there wasn't even much in the baseball field to be a parasite on, was it? Daedalus may have been fascinated with the fact that a plant-like creature was doing this in the first place, but Shiroe was zeroing in on the why. It would have been an excellent survival technique if there had been anything a mushroom could do with it. As it was, the best the things could hope for was maybe to release its seeds in the vague direction of what it had found out to be the best enviroment. Outside of that, Shiroe couldn't see an advantage. It wasn't as it if had legs ( ... )
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He did sense the difference; not only that, but he was willing to call the other on it - though it wasn’t with his usual amused look, or even with something that could be put close to ‘concerned.’ It was focused, instead, maybe even equal to being outright staring. It could be worth noting he'd never done something like that before, but times had changed.
(That month without a heart had led to some serious consequences: these days, instead of standing for the turbulent mentalities of his housemates, he'd actively try to influence them, mostly for the better; people who were angry enough to hurt, he would avoid and maybe sometimes mentally persuade others to do the same, as much as some may have gotten angry over the fact that he was invading their minds without permission (it would have happened anyway) -- a month without a heart and he was finally developing a sense of empathy"... If it fed off the Darkness, it would have spread all over by now. And it probably would have only latched onto Darkness monsters, too. Unless ( ... )
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"You're probably right." the doctor concedes, after brushing off concerns of losing those reckless people most precious to him, and settling his mind back on the mushrooms, the convenient conversation piece, around which so many periphery feelings and unspoken things seemed to orbit slowly, held off by the distraction of something concrete and topical. "Any sentient receiver which would have fed off of the darkness probably wouldn't have flourished from contact with it."
He watched Shiroe poke at his toast, and glanced down at his own menu. Diner food was so heavy with oily fat or carbohydrates, after a night on his feet. He thought briefly about Francis Bonnefoy, who seemed to think any limit on cooking with butter to be appalling ( ... )
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