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sistershoggoth) wrote2017-03-25 02:45 pm
sistershoggoth) wrote2017-03-25 02:45 pm
S72 | mental link
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TELEPATHY PERMISSIONS
| Annie is a lot of things. She is not entirely just a human, her consciousness is also the consciousness of an alien planet: where she is life and death, growth and decay, all of nature and the ocean and all of the things that survive in those places. She's every rock down to its individual atoms. A casual observer is unlikely to get that far in their understanding of her, but those who get closest to her and end up sharing dreams with her will have a chance to understand this granularity of her other-ness. At a further distance, the inside of Annie feels very expansive, a large and lightless space which observes. There is always a sense like she is getting closer to you, a subtle invasion of privacy, space, autonomy. She doesn't do this on purpose, it's just what's in her. There's definitely a sense that she could swallow or drown you, in herself. The big black emptiness she feels inside is rarely in line with what she's presenting externally, it's very dissonant. It's worse when she's actively analyzing you. Better when she's totally dismissive of your existence. This is what lurks in the depths of Annie, but her human side is there. Her humanity is strained by the enormity of what she is secondarily aware of. She's not entirely sane, nor stable. Her mind is extremely active, and her imagination particularly vivid. She comes with a great deal of noise and color, which is a total smokescreen for keeping the more otherworldly aspects of herself in the periphery. This only kind of works, her other nature tends to expose itself regardless and her mental voice is not merely one voice, but all those voices coming together, which gives them a warbling, underwater like quality. She's a recovering, and often relapsed, addict and alcoholic. She is always trying not to feel something, and always wishing to not really be herself. The noise and color also tries to cover up this, she is always trying to ignore her own strain: pain, anxiety, sorrow. When she is drinking, much of the sensory onslaught of her is muted, a way of clouding herself: a murky swamp that she wallows in. When she is using... everything is amplified and she is particularly sprawling and out of control. |
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I'm absolutely fuckin' jealous, but I'd make a shitty princess. And trash queen sounds a little too legit.
[ She adjusts the crap she's carrying as they nudge their way down the crowded streets back to the hotel. ]
It might help your team to play that shit up for the tournament, or it might just get you fuckin' kidnapped, I dunno.
[ Although it occurs to you, ]
The drama might even get you points. We'd just have to get you back again.
[ And she would. ]
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I think the title of Queen would suit you just fine. You'd get to boss people around and do whatever you want. [Which of course is not true as far as queens are concerned back in Lucis, but he can't be sure. He'd have to travel back in time to meet his female ruling ancestors, and Noctis is pretty certain he'd be nothing short of intimidated by some of them.]
We... could stage a kidnapping. [He's only half-joking.] But does anyone really care about a king of some land they've never heard about? It sounds... [What's the word he's looking for?] Vain.
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[ One of her incredulous faces, eyes narrowing. ]
That's the point of the whole fuckin' thing, to be vain and ridiculous. What, they don't have a fuckin' talent show in daemon land?
[ She may or may not have by now forgotten what he told her his world was called. Those kinds of details slip through her mind like so much sand, but ask her to recite off the Kings and Queens of England and all their family members, she's got you. It was a side effect of the way she was schooled, academic details galore with little ability for interpersonal remembrance. Shocker. ]
Besides, having never heard of it will just make you all brooding and mysterious and shit.
[ She rolls her eyes so hard it's a wonder they don't roll out of her head. ]
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Noctis often responds to incredulousness by either being deadpan or sarcastic. Broodmate or otherwise, Annie is not exempt from this either.]
Sorry, the world was too busy being destroyed to worry about who has the best singing voice.
[He almost rolls his eyes too, and by some divine grace he manages to avoid it.]
Don't think I could pull off the whole "dark and mysterious" look anyway. [Says Noct, who dresses all in black, has very few words for strangers, and keeps magic weapons in hammerspace. Self-awareness wasn't always a strong suit.]
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[ Annie would happily dress him up. He could be a walking collection of dumpster clothes just like her! Wouldn't that be fun. She nudges past one more oversized alien into the hotel foyer. She sets down her canvas with an exaggerated huff, as if that actually took her any stamina or strength. It really hadn't. SHe hasn't broken a sweat, not even from the press of the crowd. ]
But you're gonna have to start your own fanclub, I'm busy.
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Noctis follows, more cognizant of aliens walking past, and therefore making an effort to not run into them. He mostly succeeds.]
Busy trying to win the competition, you mean?
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[ She calls them losers, but Murphy and Bellamy are perfectly acceptable dudes. There's something weird there, that everyone she has any real inclination towards in this Hive is male. Where is that female unit she's built her whole life around.. It probably left when Therese did. Jenny tried, one of the few remaining girls who had originally been at the Academy, but she just wasn't Annie's type, a sweet-hearted girl next door type who could barely stand to be in the same room as Annie sometimes. Fucking empaths. ]
But I thought this was gonna be a fuckin' fighting tournament too, so who can blame them.
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To be honest with you, I would have been more in my element if it was a fighting tournament. It might have been dangerous, but at least I would have felt competent.
[As opposed to dancing and lipsyncing, hobbies that Noctis was far too reticent to ever hope to excel in.]
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You're gonna have to fight me, before I believe that.
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You don't think I'm any good? I might surprise you.
[It's said with a lift of a brow.]
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[ Her arrogance might be unwarranted. She doesn't know what kind of powers any of these other hosts might have, and she didn't have any to her name, not anymore. But that unknown is the same as it has always been. No one was a better fighter than her in that school. More importantly, no one who enjoyed it more. ]
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[He wouldn't know one way or another, not really, unless they actually tested this out someday. Still, he feels the need to point out something:]
My magic might give me a little bit of an advantage, don't you think? You'd have problems even connecting a hit.
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[ She answers placidly. Excitement drums under her words. She doesn't want to talk about it. She wants to do. ]
It'd be fine.
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[That is said with the hint of a teasing challenge. A good natured prodding, a spark to start the fire.] Can you fight with swords?
[Not just swords. Everything from his armiger flashes through his mind to share with her. Longswords, greatswords, shields, daggers, crossbows, even the flickering image of a firearm proper.]
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[ She supposes it will have to be a future date, what with their busy lives as game show contestants.... ]
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Yup. [He wonders if there were swords on the station; he'll have to check next time he's there.] You can even borrow one of mine if you need to.
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Deal.