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touchscreens2014-11-30 09:52 pm
rekindlenpcs) wrote in touchscreens2014-11-30 09:52 pm
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--word on the boss's status? [Hwan's voice nearly cracks over the network, which seems to have caught him mid-conversation.]
None, I'm afraid. [An unknown male responds, seemingly not concerned.] Far as I know, she's still under surveillance. Whatever they struck her with, it was amongst the most potent of outlawed magick. [A chuckle.] Bit ironic, don't you think? Surviving what she did, only to be blasted with the polar opposite--
[A bit of a whimper is heard before another voice, Mai's, interrupts them.]
Really now? Can't you tell the kid's still traumatized?
C'mon, man! [The male retorts.] It's been a hundred years, already! You need to learn to just let it go~
And you've been peeping into the memories of potential new visitors again. [If an eye roll could be audible, it likely would have been one of those moments.] Besides, bad enough that one of the few members of the team who knows how to operate the machine is out of commission... but now our lead tech engineer and the head of inner-city communications goes missing?
Y-yeah... [Hwan stutters.] Something doesn't seem right about that.
Downright suspicious~ if you ask me...
Except no one did, Mr. Sing Along. [Mai sighs.] Look, just... hear me out. We need to train more people to be able to help the Priestess call out for potential visitors. She's been overtaxed as it is after having to be awake forty-eight hours at a time when you guys put her in, and as her personal physician--
Yeah yeah, we know Doc. [the guy interrupts, his complacency leaking out in his tone.] "Not like the rest of us," "still needs rest" yada yada... You know how many times I've heard that? Besides, not like she doesn't sleep inside those "dreams" of hers, anyway.
[The feed as a brief stint of static as though the device doesn't like to be jostled while used, someone hitting a metal table almost supernaturally hard.]
That's not the point and you know it! [Mai yells.] Do you even realize what's at stake if she gets overtaxed to the point she loses control?
Watch it. [A fourth voice speaks up, tone darkened by a low anger at that voice.] Recall that you speak with the second-in-command of--
No, no... It is quite alright. [the second voice speaks up once more.] I see now why Cyntia chose you to oversee the priestess's welfare. You are very passionate in your role and are a good physician despite your lack of experience in this particular role. I hope you forgive my testing of you to see for myself what it is our leader saw in you, despite your... background.
[A gulp.] My...?
Oh yes, we are quite aware that you have a certain... talent for bending the elements to your will, especially after the death of your young son to the tragic aftermath of the Cataclysm. We also know of his father's... legacy. Or perhaps you had thought those records suspiciously removed from your personnel file?
[For once, Mai seems lost for words. There is the scraping of a chair against laminate flooring, before he speaks again.]
Cyntia was always one to look beyond such matters of course, but you know how I prefer to have a certain level of... understanding with my colleagues. Thus I will make it plain: Yes, I am fully aware of what is at stake should she lose control or be lost within those "dreams" of hers. The problem being with the discretion you propose, however, is that she is the only vessel capable of such feats. Should you or me be strapped in, we wouldn't even get the faintest whisper through to the other worlds we're all so curious about. That is why we hired you, after all... [And with an air of disgust, he adds:] Time Mage.
[The feed suddenly cuts with the sound of metal crunching and the words FEED LOST]
[ooc: this post is open for reactions and possible responses.]
None, I'm afraid. [An unknown male responds, seemingly not concerned.] Far as I know, she's still under surveillance. Whatever they struck her with, it was amongst the most potent of outlawed magick. [A chuckle.] Bit ironic, don't you think? Surviving what she did, only to be blasted with the polar opposite--
[A bit of a whimper is heard before another voice, Mai's, interrupts them.]
Really now? Can't you tell the kid's still traumatized?
C'mon, man! [The male retorts.] It's been a hundred years, already! You need to learn to just let it go~
And you've been peeping into the memories of potential new visitors again. [If an eye roll could be audible, it likely would have been one of those moments.] Besides, bad enough that one of the few members of the team who knows how to operate the machine is out of commission... but now our lead tech engineer and the head of inner-city communications goes missing?
Y-yeah... [Hwan stutters.] Something doesn't seem right about that.
Downright suspicious~ if you ask me...
Except no one did, Mr. Sing Along. [Mai sighs.] Look, just... hear me out. We need to train more people to be able to help the Priestess call out for potential visitors. She's been overtaxed as it is after having to be awake forty-eight hours at a time when you guys put her in, and as her personal physician--
Yeah yeah, we know Doc. [the guy interrupts, his complacency leaking out in his tone.] "Not like the rest of us," "still needs rest" yada yada... You know how many times I've heard that? Besides, not like she doesn't sleep inside those "dreams" of hers, anyway.
[The feed as a brief stint of static as though the device doesn't like to be jostled while used, someone hitting a metal table almost supernaturally hard.]
That's not the point and you know it! [Mai yells.] Do you even realize what's at stake if she gets overtaxed to the point she loses control?
Watch it. [A fourth voice speaks up, tone darkened by a low anger at that voice.] Recall that you speak with the second-in-command of--
No, no... It is quite alright. [the second voice speaks up once more.] I see now why Cyntia chose you to oversee the priestess's welfare. You are very passionate in your role and are a good physician despite your lack of experience in this particular role. I hope you forgive my testing of you to see for myself what it is our leader saw in you, despite your... background.
[A gulp.] My...?
Oh yes, we are quite aware that you have a certain... talent for bending the elements to your will, especially after the death of your young son to the tragic aftermath of the Cataclysm. We also know of his father's... legacy. Or perhaps you had thought those records suspiciously removed from your personnel file?
[For once, Mai seems lost for words. There is the scraping of a chair against laminate flooring, before he speaks again.]
Cyntia was always one to look beyond such matters of course, but you know how I prefer to have a certain level of... understanding with my colleagues. Thus I will make it plain: Yes, I am fully aware of what is at stake should she lose control or be lost within those "dreams" of hers. The problem being with the discretion you propose, however, is that she is the only vessel capable of such feats. Should you or me be strapped in, we wouldn't even get the faintest whisper through to the other worlds we're all so curious about. That is why we hired you, after all... [And with an air of disgust, he adds:] Time Mage.
[The feed suddenly cuts with the sound of metal crunching and the words FEED LOST]
[ooc: this post is open for reactions and possible responses.]