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Seventh Incision [Voice/(Accidentally) Written]

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[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 ~~give life to~~animate 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).

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[After the first broadcast Luke was worried, wondering what had happened. After the second, he was doubly so. Experiments in constructs? That reminded him a great deal of Sith Alchemy.]

Syre, are you alright?

[The feed comes on to show Syre's face, looking ragged from lack of sleep. She seems to be poring over the proper journal this time, copying down the notes she had scrawled in her accidental transmission.]

[She glances up at Luke for a moment, offering him a calm (if forced) smile.]

I'm well, considering the circumstances. And you? How are you tonight?

I'm well, all in all. Camping with Ami was a good decision.

[I missed all the chaos, he leaves unstated]

What happened, Syre?

[She's underlining something in her journal now, sparing a glance up at the camera in between re-reading her work.]

There was a Shift. Several... unsavory things happened.

['I was under the impression that I was in love with Lupin,' she bitterly adds in thought.]

Needless to say, moods are foul and tensions are generally high. I'm distracting myself.

If you need to talk, I'll listen and attempt to provide a distraction.

But if you'd prefer, I can leave you be. Though, being honest, you should not be alone if moods are that foul.

I wouldn't know where to start, to be honest.

[She puts her pen down, traces a finger along the line; re-reading it to make sure that her thoughts are still coherent despite her sleep deprivation.]

I just wish that our minds weren't so easily tampered with.

Start with something simple, and take a break from work. With as tired as you look, its clear you'll make mistakes if you keep going.

[Luke smiles into the camera, genuinely sympathetic. He's...been there before.]

Meet me by the fountain, and lets get tea. That tends to settle most worries.

...tea would be a welcome distraction.

[A small smile tugs at her lips as she shuts her research journal.]

I'll be there momentarily.

Good. See you shortly.

[Luke makes his way there, closing his journal and making his way down the street. Its only 4 houses away, so it takes him less than a minute.]

[Syre arrives moments after Luke, looking eager, if a little ragged.]

[She gives him a small wave as she draws nearer.]

Good evening.

Good evening.

[Luke stands and offers a crisp salute and a cheesy smile]

C'mon, you look like you could use some tea.

That bad, hm?

[She laughs, her voice heavy with exhaustion as she offers a smile of her own.]

Right, tea. Where are we off to, then?

The tea shop?

[Luke points at the building not twenty feet away]

Lets go.

...Gods Above, I must be more exhausted than I think.

[She laughs, folding her hands behind her back as she begins walking alongside Luke.]

So it seems.

[He leads her inside and takes a window seat, ordering a simple cup of oolong]

So, why the long hours?

Keeping my mind busy, primarily.

[A cup of mint tea is what she chooses for herself, and she lets her head rest on her palm.]

This Shift... it opened wounds that I'd forgotten I had, and caused a few new ones in the process.

Better to forget myself in my work, than dwell on them and let them consume me.

Did it? I'm sorry to hear that.

[He offers a weary smile]

Tell me about it, and perhaps I can help ease your burden a bit. With more than just listening.

The main part of it all boils down to 'I've been working all my life and thus have no time for myself'.

[Syre sighs deeply, looking down at the table before looking over at Luke.]

I had no idea how... lonely... I was until this Shift made me think that I was in a loving relationship.

And now, now that I know that it wasn't true and that I'm stuck being... alone... It's like having a knife stuck through my chest.

A loving relationship? I...know the feeling

[Luke says those words barely above a whisper. This...reminded him of Valentine's Day all over again. Of when...he'd believed he was madly in love with the quiet, shy girl and too nervous to say anything himself.]

It...it isn't easy. But you aren't alone. You can't think like that.

[Syre hears that barely-whispered phrase, and her heart aches for him. Yet another that the Malnosso toyed with...]

...my mind reminds me that there are others in far worse situations than I. But, at the same time...

[She brings a hand over her heart, her expression almost pained.]

It's not so easy for the emotional side to heal. And this damnable heart of mine won't seem to leave me alone.

I...know. I got lucky, in a sense. After the experiment...Ami and I...well...we ended up together anyway. It was a sort of building block.

[Luke gives her a hopeful look]

Think thats possible with this situation?

... It would be foolish of me to hope. He doesn't seem the type for anything like that.

[Their tea finally arrives, and Syre takes a long sip before she speaks again..]

... Do you know a man named Lupin?

Ah...yea.

[Luke looks down at the table, clearly something amiss.]

Pretty well, actually.

[That sort of look -- Syre might have brought up a bad subject. He's either been wronged by Lupin, or concerned about him.]

Are you... not on good terms with him, then?

Well, he...used to live with me, actually.

[Luke shrugged]

He and I had an argument, he was doing foolish things that would get him hurt or killed, and it lead to him getting angry. I'm not sure what sort of terms I want to be on with him. He seemed to be under the impression I was one of his 'gang' of criminals or something.

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