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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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[Spock looks over the notes... fascinating...]

Miss Syre? Is anything amiss?

[There's silence on her end for a bit, before she sighs.]

There are a few things that are, yes.

The most pressing of which is me composing my research notes in the wrong journal.

They seem to unlike anything that I have ever dealt with. Are you in need of assistance?

Also, it would seem that the most recent 'shift' has not spared you. Are you....okay?

Not right now, though I do thank you for the concern.

[It's at this point she throws on an unhackable filter. She does not want prying ears.]

...Are you familiar with one Arsene Lupin III?

[Spock flushes completely green at the question.]

I...yes. We are acquainted.

...the event placed us into a rather...

...unsavory predicament.

[Being vague here, at least until she can work up the nerve.]

Unsavory how? Were you harmed? Should I speak to Arsene?

[Spock has to step back for a moment... why did he get defensive? Fascinating.]

No, no. Not in that way.

[She takes a deep breath. Exhales.]

...The Malnosso had us -- me -- convinced that... that Lupin and I were... a couple.

Indeed. This must have been very emotionally damaging. Am I correct in assuming that you and Arsene are not on amicable terms at the moment?

[Spock's face softens in what seems to be and open expression of concern.]

We... have not spoken much since then. I... needed to be alone.

[A faint pause.]

There is only one person I have ever felt that sort of affection toward. But this Shift... it has tampered with my mind in a way that leaves me feeling violated.

I can appreciate that sentiment. Though perhaps isolation is not the best remedy in this situation. Being alone make acute the emotions that are detrimental, making them seem stronger than they actually are. Though I am not undermining what you are feeling, I find myself....concerned.

I myself forgot my Vulcan control... and unfortunately mentally violated several people during the shift...

[Spock looks uncomfortable, he does not know how much he should share with Syre. Though she has been commendable and forthcoming in her honesty, he should reward her with the same...]

...my best mechanism for coping is to immerse myself in work.

...but your troubles seem more pressing than my own. If you desire to share, I shall not stop you.

Negative. That is a matter of subjection and personal opinion. I was merely attempting to relate to your experiences. It would seem that my interactions with humans still leave much to be desired....

Unless you are trying to deflect? In which case I would suggest that you simply tell me that you would rather not share at the moment.
Though I am amenable to seeing you if you wish it?

[With the faintest hint of an offended tone in her voice:] I am not trying to deflect. Deflecting is not conductive to the building of trust.

I was completely serious in that regard -- my Shift-related woes seem far less important compared to what must have happened to you.

...if you would pardon my mess, I am more than available at present. My research can wait.

I...very well. I will be there momentarily.

[Not much time elapses before there is a knock at the door...]

[There is a somewhat long delay in the time between Spock's knocking and Syre actually opening the door. She looks tired and worn, as though she hadn't slept for days.]

Sorry. I was preparing a pot of tea.

Do come in. [With that, she'll motion for him to enter, the door wide open now. Papers and folders litter the general area of her living room, with a few books on the corner of a desk.]

[Spock nods to Syre's invitation and moves into the living room. He takes in Syre's appearance and notes that she has been sleep deprived, and possibly malnourished...apparently she's not taking care of herself. Spock stops himself from pointing this out and saying how illogical that was... Syre was not the only one who was emotionally compromised.
Spock looks Syre in the eye and decides to repeat the words of a close friend of his from when he was distressed...]

Syre....what do you need?

...I do not know.

[The answer comes out as such a small, pitiful whisper from her as she shuts the door, and she moves to sit down at her table.]

This Shift has revealed to me things that I thought I had under control, things that I thought I did not need.

[With a soft, pained whisper:] Things that are almost too hard to live without.

[Spock's head tilts to the side and a small frown graces his features... absolute loneliness saturates the air. It is clear that whatever happened to Syre during the Shift left her feeling incredibly disconsolate.]

[Spock takes a seat next to Syre....]

You do not have to explain... though I am to understand that 'talking' about such matters unburdens you. If you want to talk, I will listen Syre.

[Spock looks at her intently and places his his clasped hands on the table.]

... I...

[She looks at Spock a moment, then looks away.]

... ... I cannot seem to put this into proper words.

[Lifting one of his hands to Syre's, Spock gently encourages her to turn her head to face him...]

I merely ask that you try your best.

[She looks almost... conflicted.]

...I... I have never felt affection. [A moment's pause, and then:] I do not mean the parental kind; my family loved me very much.

What I am referring to is...the desire to love, and be loved, by one that is not family.

Edited 2012-10-10 05:12 (UTC)

[Spock had removed his hand a returned it to the table before Syre had answered...and he found that he was glad he did. Spock did not want to seem as though he was taking advantage of Syre in her compromised state.

....he could also understand where she was coming from. The one time he thought he had gained the love and affection of another...well, it was during a crisis moment and when the moment was over she had apologized and they went their separate ways. They were friends of course...but it still did not make it any less conflicting.

Spock looks at Syre and holds eye contact...]

The 'heartache' and desire to which you are referring is one that no one but yourself can heal. Though it may feel immensely lonely you must persevere and remember to take care of yourself in the interim. And this I see is something that you have not been doing.

I am...your friend, a position that allows me to help you take care of yourself. When was the last time you ate or slept?

I have been eating when I feel hunger; once every three or four hours.

[She pauses; Lupin broke the news to her on the 30th, and it was the 3rd now...]

Judging from the amount of work I have done... It has been nearly four days since last I slept.

Edited 2012-10-10 19:05 (UTC)

[Spock gives Syre a flat look....]

Miss Syre that will simply not do. Will you allow me to help you at this time?

In a small way I can be of help to your mental state....

Seventh Incision [Voice/(Accidentally) Written]

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Gonna go ahead and assume that this is aaaaaa [Voice] post :3

awww....spock is trying to cheer Syre up... XD

Heavens know she needs it! XD

/facepalm.... of ALL people to talk about! XDDDDDD

...did you READ what happened during the event? XD

oh yeah! I stalked the crap out of that thread. I gotta say: lol

XD; I was mentioning the idea of a Lupin-Syre-Spock thread to Stark earlier

I am intrigued. XD

We'll just have to see where it goes. :P

Indeed. ^_~

...that wink scares me.

It should..... XDDD hahaha Also: I feel like Spock is turning into a nicer version of Sheldon....

...yay? XD

Yay! XD

X3 BAHAHAHA!!

>_< You know? I could see Syre and Spock become like brother and sister! XD

I can too. It's cute. :3

Gah! You're making me cry! >_<

;_;

all the feels.... ^_^

All of them. ; u;

Holy crow! You're going to actually make me cry! D:

... ;~; S-Sorryyyyyy~

lol! I live for angst. You're going the right way for a mind meld. ^_~ bawahahahaha

...once again, that wink DOES NOT BODE WELL~

Sorry for the late reply m'dear!

It's fine! Sorry for being equally late :B

^_^

...you DO know what Syre sleeps in, right...?

/facepalm

We can at least be glad Syre is not the hopeless-flirt type!