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removeimpurity) wrote2012-10-03 03:39 pm
removeimpurity) wrote2012-10-03 03:39 pm
Seventh Incision [Voice/(Accidentally) Written]
[Voice]
[Syre's voice tonight is calm -- emotionless, even -- as she broadcasts over the journals.]
To all that I may have interacted with during this most recent of Shifts: let it be known that the name Ariadelle Estriet [--hatred creeps into her voice for that brief moment, dark and bitter--] is one that I prefer not to be addressed by.
I would not have my image sullied by taking on the name of a deserter.
[The feed stops shortly after that.]
[Written; Accidental]
[Much, much later that night, a series of quick notes show up. It seems Syre has mistaken her broadcast journal for the one she normally keeps research in.]
-- Energy expenditure in creation of all constructs 1.5 times normal. Care needed to avoid exhaustion.
-- Still unable togive life toanimate constructs for more than few seconds at a time. Related to power limits of enclosure(?).
-- Research required into alternate means of animating constructs. Must favor alchemic/magical practices; technological research too time-/resource-consuming.
-- Additional research required to grant construct minor magical/alchemic abilities; useful for construction of potential assistant(s).
[Syre's voice tonight is calm -- emotionless, even -- as she broadcasts over the journals.]
To all that I may have interacted with during this most recent of Shifts: let it be known that the name Ariadelle Estriet [--hatred creeps into her voice for that brief moment, dark and bitter--] is one that I prefer not to be addressed by.
I would not have my image sullied by taking on the name of a deserter.
[The feed stops shortly after that.]
[Written; Accidental]
[Much, much later that night, a series of quick notes show up. It seems Syre has mistaken her broadcast journal for the one she normally keeps research in.]
-- Energy expenditure in creation of all constructs 1.5 times normal. Care needed to avoid exhaustion.
-- Still unable to
-- Research required into alternate means of animating constructs. Must favor alchemic/magical practices; technological research too time-/resource-consuming.
-- Additional research required to grant construct minor magical/alchemic abilities; useful for construction of potential assistant(s).
[Action]
[Luke sipped quietly at his tea.]
But now you know to keep notes. I keep several notebooks filled with important things around my house, for just such a thing.
[Action]
... It's funny, how easily the Malnosso can twist our minds.
Funny, and quite infuriating.
[Action]
You are alive, and you are well. That matters more than anything.
[Action]
It's hard. [She swallows back the crack in her voice, forcing herself to speak evenly.] It's so hard, to remain calm, and not let things irritate me like this.
But Gods be damned if I ever have to face something like this again. [She drains her cup in one final drink, then leans her head back tiredly, her eyes distant.] All the self-control in the world couldn't keep me calm then.
[Action]
[Luke shakes his head and sighs]
Jedi walk a razor's edge, anger and hatred bring out the Dark Side in us. If you would like, I can help you with that. Meditation techniques to keep you calm.
[Action]
[Syre is silent a moment, shutting her eyes before lowering her head.]
I would... very much appreciate that. [If it would help her suppress things like this, then it was certainly worth a shot.]
[Action]
[Luke smiles oddly]
Syre, have you met Spock?
[Action]
[One eye opens slowly, fixing Luke with a curious glance.]
Sir Spock? I met him at the Masquerade. Very eloquently spoken, he is.
[Action]
[Luke smiles across the table, finishing his tea before he goes on]
Spock would like to be set up on a sort of blind date, a double date with Ami and myself possibly. It might be a nice diversion, and would certainly make for a nice evening.
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[Action; 2/2]
[Syre can feel the heat rising in her cheeks, shyness creeping into her expression.]
Oh, G-Gods, really? I-I didn't know that he was wanting to g-go out with me...!
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[Luke pauses and sets down his empty cup]
And I think you two would get along famously.
[Action]
[She traces a finger along the rim of her cup, still a little pink in the face.] When would this be, exactly?
[Action]
[Luke watches her expression, smiling at the rosy blush on her face.]
When would be convenient for you? Spock seems open.
[Action]
[...she's looking forward to this, odd as it might be for her.]
[Action]
I think it'll be good, for both of you.
[Action]
[She rests her head on her palm, looking away.]
[Action]
[Luke laughs]
Are you feeling somewhat better?
[Action]
Somewhat, yes. ... Thank you.
[Action]
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[Luke rises and nods]
I'll talk to you soon, Syre.