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[unvaryingshades]

Even after the years of surviving in Chicago, 040798-332 still gets lost on a regular basis. There is something about the hum of the cellphone towers in our brain that makes it difficult to Focus. It is like an alien screaming, biting into our eardrums, like a lullaby of Forgetfulness. We hides our Gift when in public; we is holding it under our

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[designed2kill]

Luka is out and about on the streets of Chicago, wandering around as she usually does in the late afternoons to practice exercising the range and focus abilities of her Rift power. As usual, she is also keeping an eye out for anything different to expand her knowledge of different species's mindfeelings. So when she feels 040798-332's mindfeeling, darker than the usual light gray of a human mindfeeling, she tries to make her way over to him. It takes a while, and it is not until 040 stops at a street corner that she catches up.

"You feel different," Luka says in her usual blunt way. "What are you?"

[unvaryingshades]

(?){comprehension, understanding, questions[confusion]} ---- is not {different, unique[FALLACY]} is "Bestowed" {special, unique, Gifted[one]}
we impresses, staring blankly at Luka. We doesn't stop to hear her answer; the light has changed and we has to cross the street. We has to take care of the Errand. If it is Important, she can follow him and pester him further. But for now-- for now he needs to find a stabler Rift opening.

{time, chronology, lengths} without

[designed2kill]

"You talk in my head!" Luka says as she follows him. "Like TARDIS. Are Bestowed time ships too?" Because clearly, any usage of telepathy means that one must be a time machine. Well, you can't really blame her. The TARDIS is the only being she's met so far that communicates telepathically like that. Although 040 is much more human-shaped than the TARDIS was, Luka has to admit. She's not sure how you could travel through time in him. Actually, she's not really sure how you travel through time at all. Maybe you don't have to be inside a time ship to travel in it?

[unvaryingshades]

{other, Luka, being[you]} talks in {noise, sound[LOUD]}
040798-332 impresses back. There is no Emotion to the statement. Are they stating methods of communication? Is a method, yes. Struggling, but method. Formation together, ideas, Comprehension. Why is the one following? She has no need. Is she Looking?

(???) "Time Ship" is not {concept, idea[thing]} familiar "Bestowed" is {family, collective, network(FALLACY) group[togetherness]} is Understood? --

No need to watch Luka. Must press on with Charges as stated. Vasumati needs it complete.

[callyourselfa]

It took a while. One For Sorrow had to get out of Illinois for that whole "plagues" thing, and then he spent a while down South looking around for this New Orleans he's heard so much about, and then he got word that Chicago hadn't actually burned down, and so now he's flapping back up because one doesn't just abandon the Majicou's favourite, the King of Cats.

Unless there's a plague on. Then one abandons as fast as one's wings can take one.

...but the plagues are over, so here he is again.

He's just flapping overhead, muttering uncomplimentary things about the city to himself, when he catches sight of 040798-332 and banks, because his Rifty-sense seems to be freaking him out out like Cy's sparkplug. He checks his flight just enough to careen into a trashcan and get his feet around one of the chains.

"What?" he demands, in 332's general direction. "What? Vampires named 'Kittentits' and - WHAT. YOU. YOU THERE. BESTOWED THING. STOP AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF, EH?"

...One For Sorrow apparently demands an explanation for this

[unvaryingshades]

Normally, when people turn and see a magpie talking at them, they question why a magpie is talking. Especially when said magpie is yelling words that are mostly nonsense.

We is more concerned about someone asking us to explain ourself. Normally, choices like this are hard for 040798-332, but when it comes to the Bestowed, Mati has given us clear rules.

{impossible, impracticable, cannot[NO]}
we impresses, turning away from the magpie that is demanding things from us that we cannot give. We will not explain the Task that we has been given. No matter how adamant the bird is being. Instead, we will cross the street, hoping that the bird does not give us more difficult Choices in the future.

[callyourselfa]

One For Sorrow squawks. Usually when a magpie is talking to someone, that someone answers back in words, not... whatever just happened there. What did just happen there?

He hops up, flapping over 040's head to land on a newspaper box and staring at the Bestowed.

"What?"

...One For Sorrow is not good at interrogation.

He is, however, rather unnerved by all this, because 040 reminds him more than anything of something the Alchemist put together, and he'd really rather not have an Alchemist in this place.

[unvaryingshades]

{impossible, impracticable, cannot[NO]}
040798-332 reimpresses, as if this will make things clearer. We is now walking further past One for Sorrow. If he wants to continue this 'conversation' he is going to have to keep up. We is on a mission and birds that register as an annoyance (curse these Singular emotions) are not part of it. The headache is only getting worse; we is probably heading towards one of those pesky cellphone towers.

Don't worry, One for Sorrow. This has nothing to do with you. 040798-332 is usually like this.