11th Turn [Written/Action]

[redjacketthief]

Luceti.

Two things:

1. Whoever it was that found my work shop, return the pieces that you stole before the end of the day. I’ll be in the Barracks. If you fail to comply, I will find you.

It won’t be pretty.

2. What do the rest of you think about the last Shift? Was it good or bad? How did the loss of memory affect you? Do you think it left any long-term impact for yourself, your friends, and the rest of your stay in this village?

-Also. Prism Black. You deserve to be commended for your heroism. Never forget that.

Filtered to Trafalgar Law: Unhackable

I have a problem and I’d like a second opinion on it. It’s not big, but it could become complicated.

-I’d promise coffee, but I have an unrelated problem with getting it. I’ll be in the barracks.


[True to his word, Lupin will be in the barracks all day. His encounter with Spock on Monday, combined with his activities from earlier in the week had finally caught up to him. Fatigue was inevitable. He had spent the better part of the last few days asleep, never very far from his new charge. The veritable plague of crows that had been set upon him by an angered god was an unnecessary incentive. He kept the windows shut, locked away the gnawing need for a cigarette that bit at the back of his mind, and tried to ignore the judgement he saw reflected in the eyes of his avian watchmen—but he would have stayed close to the barracks regardless of their looming (and aggravating) presence.

While the days spent between dreams and fleeting considerations over recent affairs had rejuvenated him, it didn't stop the inherent restlessness that was his constant foe—the core problem that would never entirely leave. The people who knew him would be able to identify the briskness of his step and the cool control with which he held every action and every word. He was distracted by a new project , one that was completely foreign to him, and was unwilling to divulge details until the proper time came.

The thief had returned to work, but nothing was as it seemed.]



((ooc: Thread with Spock is chronologically last.))

Comments

[redjacketthief]

I know. I just don't take well to my 'safe houses' being 'violated.' At home I would abandon the building immediately, but that doesn't work here either.

[He sighed. Even after a year in Luceti, it was still not to follow some rules of his game.]

what's your name?

[Written, filtered]

[teenwonder]

There's been news.

[It's not news that he has any intention of sharing. His stalking is classified, thanks.]

[Written, filtered]

[redjacketthief]

color me curious

[He's been out of the loop lately...for reasons that Robin can guess at.]

You better believe it! ^_^

[spohkh]

[Spock wasn't expecting the projectile that made contact with his back... he look to where it landed on the floor and read the message. He turned slowly and looked up at Arsene, and then turned his gaze downwards once more. Though his posture straightened and his hands were clasped behind his back.]

I presume that you were the one that aided me during this time? I thank thee. Though I must ask, for how long was I not functional?

[redjacketthief]

[He arched an eyebrow and smirked--why wouldn't he have watched over Spock? Lupin felt partially responsible for Spock's recent condition, and for their strange accident. The stillness and apparent shame that was displayed in his body language concerned Lupin just as much as the strange trance, but it was too early to pry.

Instead he snapped for Spock's attention and held up three fingers. Three days, and it was long enough to concern anyone.]

bring on the angst!

[spohkh]

Three days?

[That was a long time considering other healing trances he has been in... Arsene has stayed with him for three days?]

Why...

Why did you stay? You owe me nothing.

[Spock's gaze has returned downwards...]

D:

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin wrote out another note and crossed the distance between them to pass off the note this time. Spock's inherent humbleness was apparent once more, as was his continued shame. They needed to talk soon and, though a it would allow time for more complications to develop, a delay might be necessary.]

It was my responsibility.

~Evil smile~

[spohkh]

[Responsibility... that was another word for burden. Spock made sure his shields were well in place, he did not want to burden Arsene any further with his feelings.]

I...see. Then your assistance is no longer required. I shall leave you now.

[Spock turns to leave once more...]

you're breaking my heart

[redjacketthief]

[Not a burden.

Lupin snaps a hand out to grab Spock's wrist, intent to catch him before he left the building for an unknown destination. Their connection gave him a single clue, isolation. That tactic would help neither of them.]

It's not a problem.

[The words were still soundless, much to Lupin's frustration, but his hands were too tied up for writing or sign. He hoped his meaning was evident in his actions...

He wasn't going to leave Spock on his own just yet]

[Filtered : Unhackable--> Action]

[deathsdoctor]

[Law comes soon enough, drifting in like a wraith. One in a vaguely bad mood and irritated at being glared at.

He likes crows, mind. They're Itachi's animals of choice. He isn't liking their judging stare, though.

So he's silently judging right back.]

What a murder out there. [Grumble] So what's this problem of yours?

I do my best. <3

[spohkh]

[He was not expecting that. Physical touch no longer hurt, and his mental shields were for the most part repaired. And Spock knew at that moment that Arsene was sincere because he heard that... he heard Arsene's message. And still without making eye-contact Spock replied in-kind.]

How can you disregard what I have done to you? Memories or no memories, what I have done violates several Vulcan ethical codes of mental conduct with psy-null beings. [Anger flares through the connection before Spock can catch it...]
And now I have created what is likely a permanent link between us... and that is a burden to you....

[The anger subsides and there is silence again...]


[Ooc - oh boy this is fun!!! XD]

[ Action]

[redjacketthief]

[He was standing on the inside of the building when Law arrived, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips and his arms crossed. Lupin, by contrast, had far too much on his mind. He offered a curt nod in reply to Law's question and shrugged--that was why he said not to worry about it.

Lupin motioned for Law to follow him to the back room, scribbling out a note as he walked.]

In the back. That's where the problem is.

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin caught that flare of anger from Spock and quickly tempered down his own frustration that had fizzled over the last few hours. The veritable plague of crows outside of the barracks, his gnawing need for a cigarette, and the ponderings that flew like quicksilver through his mind were halted as best as he could manage--he needed to focus, and see beyond himself.

He sought out that firm cord of steel that he always clung to in a crisis and tried to push through Spock's anxiety to reassure him. It was strange, even foreign, but it was there.

Ka'adith.]

It was an accident, so neither of us are to blame. This...link isn't a burden. I've been in Luceti for too long to find this strange anymore. This world is so unstable that it might actually be useful in the future.

Don't apologize. It doesn't become you.

[ Action]

[deathsdoctor]

[His brows raise as he follows.

That's not answering the question, Lupin.]

[ Action]

[redjacketthief]

[He was going to have to explain this time, wasn't he?

Another note:]

I had an accident with a New Feather this last Shift. He's a telepath and empath, and he's not human. I still don't understand what happened.

Gratuitous Vulcan language! XD lol

[spohkh]

[That gets Arsene a look from Spock... ]

[Spock closes his eyes and exhales, giving up for the time being. He adjusts their grip so that they are once more holding hands.] Is this acceptable?

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin shifted, not wanting to place any undo pressure on Spock.]

don't do anything that you find uncomfortable.

[spohkh]

[Spock lifts his hand to his head in an act of mild frustration... it would seem that they were both looking out for each other, and it may prove detrimental if they keep moving in this direction...]

I am fine, though if we are to converse, perhaps we should sit.

[Spock leads Arsene back to the table and places their linked hand on the table top.]

Do you have any inquiries about how this link functions?

[redjacketthief]

Everything. Nothing like this exists in my home.

[It was a very baseline world on the brink of the 21st Century, with the relevant technology and views. Anything that was advertised as being 'magic' or 'psychic' was easy enough to replicate and thus prove false. He had himself replicated a magician who walked on air and shot fire from his fingertips. Nessie existed, but she as an animal.

She was wholly different from any magical or psychic phenonmena

Lupin looked down at their linked hands, curious about what this meant for the future. They were separated from the cars of his world and the ever familiar Autobahn, but this could be as intriguing as his association with the Jedi.]

[ Action]

[deathsdoctor]

... an accident.

[... this? Is going to be fun, in the not fun way.

He can tell.]

Okay. Start at the beginning. What went down?

[Action]

[removeimpurity]

[Syre spent a little time walking about the plain room; staring at the mirrors, walking around to get a feel for the space.]

[Then... interestingly, she removed her socks and shoes, setting them in the corner of the room, as though getting a feel for the floor.]

Hm. ...I'm not really used to something so... simple.

[ Action]

[redjacketthief]

[He led Law to the back as he fumbled through an explanation in written form.]

I have no voice right now. Shift effect. Abduction.

[A flash of the empty room he was contained in whipped through his mind--and the extreme isolation for several days straight. He could handle torture better. It was easier to insult his captors.]

It was like this during that shift, and we discovered that his telepathy was the easiest way to communicate. It works through touch, and we maintained physical contact for an extended period of time.

We remembered toward the end. Me first, because of my souvenirs. He was concerned that our contact left a more permanent effect, but it was worse for him than I.

No control. He has trouble filtering without his shields. He is now unconscious. No, healing trance. He said that he would be out of service for a few days, but his explanation sounded like it was normal.

[They reached the little room he had set up in the back, complete with extra blankets and a space heater. He had been relying on instinct and what he could recall of that television show, but the continued sleep had him concerned.

Spock's anatomy was also wholly different. It was important for Law to take a look regardless of Spock's condition.]

[spohkh]

[Spock considers Arsene's question before answering...]

[A link in this context is a mental connection that is usually established between Vulcans of similar minds. There are several categories of 'bonds' that includes family, very close friends and between mates.....

What seems to have happened here is the result of a high stress situation and no mental shielding on my part. Though that should not have had been of any consequence. Links to not 'spontaneously' occur like this. It would seem that our minds are compatible, and during that episode in the Dome our minds called out to each other...

To what degree our minds have been linked is what I will have to further look in to. I have yet to meditate and find out for certain what it is we are dealing with. Though what is for certain is that a link does exist, and we will have to learn to deal with it on some level.

[Spock looks away for a moment, clearly embarrassed, he has never had to deal with a situation like this before...]

[Action]

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin shrugged and followed her lead, toeing off his shoes in a corner and balancing himself against a wall to pull off his socks. It was normal enough for him, but it had been several months since he engaged in solo training.

He was going to need to explain things to Syre, so she properly understood.]

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin pondered over the explanation that Spock offered, linking the details together in the disconnected, intellectual manner that was common in university settings. He understood it, but acknowledgement was different from acceptance.

There was a commonality that he noticed, that was likely a factor in their spontaneous link. They were both highly intelligent in their own field. That intelligence was simply channeled in a wholly different manner.

Lupin squeezed Spock's hand, noting for once the odd variation in their baseline body temperature. It was a difference that he never considered before. He looked up at Spock's face, studying it for any subtleties that he might otherwise miss. Body language spoke with far more truth than words.]

I understand. This means that we have accidentally become very important factors in each other's lives. We can deal with it, the same way that we deal with everything else.

[With information, plans, and plenty of creativity.]