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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 11, 2013 15:34:43 GMT -6
"I'll leave some bits in. My knowledge of the planets, the Logi and other alien races can stay, but the secrets can't. I can't take that risk." Adam began to weep again. "I'm sorry." His fingers stiffened as he found the memories he was looking for and took them from her mind. They briefly flashed before his eyes. His unwilling participation in the Blitz of Katharis, the names of the most unfortunate, the location of where had stowed his planet's most sacred treasures. All gone from her mind. He split the connection and staggered against a treee.
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 11, 2013 15:43:04 GMT -6
Cécile was at least grateful that he had let her keep a good chunk. He'd just taken the secrets. It was only fair. They were meant to be his, not hers. She walked over and rested a hand on his shoulder.
"I don't remember what you took but they were your secrets so it's fine. Thank you for letting me keep most of it," she said gratefully. She couldn't help but wonder if they were still in her head somewhere. If she poked around she might find them. But she wouldn't do that. She had agreed to link minds and he had given her that privilege. She wouldn't take what didn't belong to her.
"Just...Will you let me link again some time? I want to understand your language." She stared him directly in the eyes. "And I want to better understand you."
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 11, 2013 15:47:12 GMT -6
"You wouldn't want to know them if you did remember." Adam said, shaking his head. "If we do meet again, I'll teach you more about my language."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 11, 2013 15:53:09 GMT -6
Cécile shook her head. "Don't tell me what I would or would not want to remember. I don't want to remember because you want to keep them a secret," she said clearly and concisely. "I'd want you to tell me yourself," she insisted. She laughed. "Although maybe not 'tell me' in an Earth tongue. Much more complicated."
She stood taller, prouder. "We will meet again," she said confidently. "I'm a linguist and I want to know your language! And..." She pointed a finger at him. "You're my friend," she said kindly.
"You can't go digging around in people's heads and not end up friends," she insisted warmly. "So I'll definitely want to make sure your head isn't getting too mucked up with all your years of experience and everything. Hmmm...You don't have a phone...So how can I contact you then?"
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 12, 2013 6:28:48 GMT -6
"Don't worry. I'll look out for myself. Always have." Adam smiled. "When the time comes, I'll contact you. I know 7000 different ways to contact a person, after all."
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 12, 2013 10:34:46 GMT -6
Cécile first nodded and then shook her head. "Yes and no," she agreed yet disagreed. "Physically...Basically yes. As much as can be expected from your kind. Emotionally...doubtful. You bottle too much up and you don't trust enough."
She laughed. "Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm a hypocrite. Same can be said about me. But it really would be good for you to honestly talk to someone now and again, let them in," Again the same could be said for her so she understood. It was part of the reason she liked him so much. She didn't remember everything. He had taken somethings but she remembered the emotions of what he'd taken. He'd suffered even more greatly than she remembered. Of that she was certain.
"I know you have ways of contacting me what about me?! What if I have something important to tell you or what if I just want to talk and you possibly have time to listen?" She crossed her arms over her shoulders. "I don't want you to be able to avoid me so easily! I want you to at least know when I'm thinking about you."
She hadn't wanted it to come to this; but, she supposed it couldn't be helped. The phone she didn't give a damn about had been damaged with the whole Silver Turk business. But there was another one she always carried with her. She continued to pay for its service she supposed for some weird vanity sake. It was stupid. She knew he'd never use it again, never need it.
She dug in her pocket and pulled out a cell phone. It definitely wasn't fancy. It was 8 years old but it had been brand new at the time and she'd been careful to see that it saw as little wear and tear as possible. It still functioned. She'd used it once or twice in times of emergency. She placed it in Adam's hands. She wouldn't need to explain. He'd seen everything she'd experienced. He would know what this was, what it meant to her. It was Adrien's old phone. She'd been carrying it with her all this time. But she'd give it to Adam if it meant she'd have a way to contact him.
There was maybe one thing she cared about more than the phone and that was the locket that always rested around her neck. The one that had a picture of the two of them. But that phone...
"Please don't break this one," she teased, trying to act like this was no big deal. But he'd know. He'd understand. He understood her in a way no one else could. They had touched minds.
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 12, 2013 11:13:14 GMT -6
Adam took the phone and turned it over in his hands. "This was your brother's phone. I can't deprive you of this." he said, handing it back to her. "You keep this. Don't worry. I promise I'll still be thinking about you, and every other human. I might have to think more about it, because, you know, Logi." He smiled warmly at her.
"Right, then. Unfortunately, I'm going to have to give you homework. It's your job to alert people to the threat of the Logi. Use this as evidence if you have to." he added, gesturing to the ship. "I need to go. There's a particularly impressive flare in the Horse Head Nebula I've been waiting to see. It was nice meeting you." He turned away, then hesitated.
"Oh, and one more thing. If you ever do think about suicide again, just remember the parts of my memory you saw. It's all out there, just waiting for you. Bye." He pressed his hand to his wrist again, and vanished.
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 12, 2013 17:42:46 GMT -6
Cécile hugged the phone to her chest after Adam vanished. She was grateful to still have the memento but somewhat disappointed that she wouldn't have a way of contacting Adam. She hadn't made a connection that strong with anyone since her brother's death. She didn't so much have friends as friendly acquaintances. She moved from country to country practicing her languages, not really forming any strong attachments with anyone or anything in those countries. She tried to do her part to help people; but, she just wanted to die, stop living this painful existence in a world without Adrian.
Cécile chuckled. Great. More homework?! Adam took the easy part. He went exploring and left the explain the whole Logi situation to people who could actually do something to her. Well, she shouldn't say more homework. Her language bits barely counted. She breezed through them. But still...How the heck was she supposed to convince anyone important she wasn't nuts?! He did realize she didn't belong to the government or any organization with influence or pull, right? Of course he did. He'd seen. Why then did he have such confidence in her?
"And people say I'm the crazy one," she muttered to Cybil.
Ever think about suicide again? That was a joke. She didn't even want to think about how many times suicide had crossed her mind in the past eight years. It was a good day if the thought didn't consume her. And today had been particularly brutal.
She laughed, amused. Had been? It's true...It wasn't anymore. She was...excited about everything she'd witnessed, everything she'd seen. A whole new language she'd like to crack. Someone she actually cared to help and understand. So all that needed to happen to put her suicidal thoughts on hold was an alien threat and a mind link where she experienced another alien's 5,000 years of existence and connected with the minds of a billions of other aliens. She grinned wryly. Nothing too complicated.
Cécile was determined. She would find him again. She'd master his language and learn more about him and hopefully get him to consider her as a friend. Maybe help him somehow.
She would talk to her Dad and buy another cellphone she could give him the next time they met. He was someone she did want to stay in contact with. Her dad wouldn't have any objections. Frankly, he'd just be glad she had used the word friend in a sentence.
And she really needed to find a better mode of transportation than the mundane means. Just because she wasn't a mage didn't mean she should be stuck in slow gear.
And she'd try to experiment a bit, see if her natural ability to pick up language was somehow psychic linked. But that would have to wait. She had her work cut out for her as it was with the Logi and the spaceship.
"I guess we should get started Cybil," she murmured, heading back into the spaceship to examine it more closely.
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Post by Adam Jonas on Sept 13, 2013 13:50:43 GMT -6
(I have a feeling this thread is finished.)
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Post by Cécile Simard on Sept 13, 2013 14:50:53 GMT -6
(Yes, it is. I started up a new one with her 'brilliant' plan. I believe I sent you the link in case you wanted to jump in.)
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