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Aug 20, 2011 17:14

Who: Shiroe Rei Seki, a few hallucinogenic spores and you!
When: Backdated to Friday afternoon and evening.
Where: Anywhere in the streets, plus Skye hospital.
Summary: Shiroe's a very friendly and open kid on a typical day, so on a day that things seem even stranger than usual, he'll talk to everyone about anything. Telepathic projections may or ( Read more... )

tyrell, shiroe rei seki, teddy altman

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Kahve coffe shop all_sweetheart August 21 2011, 19:08:12 UTC
[Business is going pretty slow so Teddy is slumped over the counter by the cash register looking pretty bored. He really hopes it'll pick up soon or he might fall asleep on the job.]

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zealouspeter August 23 2011, 20:31:22 UTC
Is there anything you'd recommend for stomach aches?

[this comes from someone who's just barely chest-level with the countertop, but also from someone whose eyes are flitting between the clerk and the menu behind him. so many questions to ask, so little time.]

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all_sweetheart August 24 2011, 00:33:41 UTC
[Teddy blinks in surprise.]

Yeah, medicine, like Tylenol or something usually helps. But we don't sell that kind of thing here.

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zealouspeter August 24 2011, 18:30:27 UTC
There must be some kind of drink.

[he actually looks a bit determined on this drink existing, for all that someone who's slightly wavering on his feet could look determined.]

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Sector four street, late afternoon! tinderfoot August 22 2011, 02:30:38 UTC
[Tyrell had been going for a walk; he was between jobs again and thus found himself with a lot of free time on his hands. He missed his friends, he missed home, but what was he going to do about it? He was trapped in this place now, and in this place he was probably gonna have to stay. After all, all those people who knew more about this stuff -- people who had been deities back in their own worlds -- were trapped here. So what chance did a guy like him have?

This afternoon he's mainly people watching, but it can't keep him interested for long. He's far too restless.]

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zealouspeter August 23 2011, 18:20:28 UTC
You should get up and do something!

[rather than being a spokesperson for an exercise ad, Shiroe's rocking on his own feet right behind Tyrell, smile as wide as possible and eyes zeroed in. his telepathy is delving right into the other's mind, regardless of the fact that some part of him knew it wasn't exactly a good idea to be so careless; but even without telepathy, it was obvious this boy wanted to move.]

[Shiroe didn't think too much of moving, right then, but he still did. moving meant distractions, right? right.]

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tinderfoot August 25 2011, 01:03:38 UTC
[It feels like Psynergy he thinks, a split second before he hears the voice behind him. Sveta, maybe? Could it be someone from home? His hopes had risen without him even realizing it, so when he sees that it's some strange boy he'd never seen before speaking instead, his immediate reaction is disappointment.

Then he starts to freak out. Who is this guy -- why is he looking at him like that? Why is he even speaking, and what does he mean by that, anyway? Tyrell takes an unconscious step backwards, shaking his head, trying to figure out if he was imagining things -- it had almost felt like there had been somebody in there.

The kid's still there, looking at him, and yeah. It's still freaky.]

Hey! What do you think you're doing?!

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hhrg sorry for the late! zealouspeter August 27 2011, 18:40:27 UTC
[Psynergy? might be whispered, ghosted, murmured back; a curious lilt to it, a curious projection, and Shiroe really needed to get a hold back on his powers. but his head was pounding, his stomach was hurting, his skin was burning, and if he focused in on someone else, they generally weren't in as much sick-feeling pain as he was.]

[this kid, especially. so much emotion, so much feedback - you should be a Mu (another absent, accidental projection) - and the other seemed to have some awareness of what was happening, which was a bad thing if Shiroe thought about it but a good thing if he didn't.]

[so, he didn't. instead, he beamed and replied rather matter-of-factly:] I'm talking to you.

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Sector four convenience store thanxforthetoys August 23 2011, 06:09:44 UTC
[Red was dressed for the real world - that is to say, sunglasses, baseball cap, and an oversized hoodie to cover his features just enough. He'd realized that the apartment was out of a few essentials, and took it upon himself to get them.

Sure, he could've easily stolen the goods, but there was little-to-no fun in robbing retail. Besides, without a ready supply of xenothium, he wanted to avoid using the suit too much, even if he didn't need it for straight-up thievery. Sometimes, he just liked being a normal, nameless, faceless person.]

...huh... Hot Pockets went up in price. Maybe getting another job wouldn't be a bad idea...

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hhrg, sorry for the slow! zealouspeter August 25 2011, 06:19:28 UTC
That man's pocket is hot, right now. I think it's on fire. Almost. Soon.

[Red might be mumbling to himself, and Red might be moving past Shiroe, but Shiroe still speaks clearly and matter-of-factly. the telepath's staring at a man talking with a woman across the street, looking rather like he's in a trance.]

[but... well. it's also undeniable that he's talking to Red. if that helps any.]

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outside the park, late afternoon proxysearch August 27 2011, 04:55:48 UTC
[She's kept her distance from Shiroe for a reason, and mostly selfish ones. He hit too close to her heart when they last spoke and she hasn't had much of a desire to speak to him. Daedalus continues on as though nothing's wrong, and she's kept quiet about their conversation for a reason, but it's something that's been gnawing at her.

He always finds that one thing that'll get under her skin.

So when she sees him, she almost wants to ignore him and keep walking. But it's getting close to sundown and he's just wandering aimlessly...]

Shiroe?

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zealouspeter August 27 2011, 07:51:19 UTC
Why did you stop wearing make-up?

[at this point, he's crouching on a curb right beyond the park's entrance, staring rather fixedly at a red hydrant across the street. his arms are clasp tight around his stomach, and he might look a bit green in the face-- but his voice is quiet, a bit wavering and a bit curious, a bit too much like any other normal boy.]

[Re-l will probably feel the beginning nudges of his telepathy against her mind, but it won't link anything to his out-of-the-blue question. (not even a hello or a "it has been a long time, hasn't it:" his manners fell more every day).]

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proxysearch August 27 2011, 15:22:40 UTC
[He does look a little sick, but that's about as much as she notices - and allows him to hear - before she's trying to shut him out. She knows that feeling. She scowls at him.]

I don't think that's any of your business.

[What sort of question is that, anyway?]

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zealouspeter August 27 2011, 18:36:29 UTC
... What was that--?

[his mind crumbles away the moment he starts to shut him out, but he instinctively knows he's supposed to be hearing something to back up the 'none of your business' comment (caught the fringes, but there were so many minds to explore to waste time picking at one); so, finally, his eyes wander away from the hydrant to look up at her, though his expression is still as distracted as can be.]

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