I am relieved that the man called Fortyfour does not try to make me stay and do the things I want to do with him. I am relieved, not surprised. We understand each other, a little. I am relieved that he says nothing at all when I leave him with Gates…
August highlights Vignette (which seems a little weird, because I'm not sure they've interacted. It's due to the starting Hx thing being high--distrust over Drumma and the Mind Control Incident...which is totally going to be my first YA novel)
Gates knows me better. I'm good with my highlights, but it almost seems like cheating for Vignette to have Weird and Hot highlighted. If someone wants to make me stretch, I'm okay with that too.
I am not a 1-barter girl. Spending 2 barter for begi…
I leave the Yacht Club with the man called Fortyfour in tow. I do not think Ballard is pleased, but for now, while I work for Daddy, Ballard cannot touch me--not because he knows I am daughter to his employer, but because he knows I have been given …
I love it when he calls me “Vigny”. I hate it when he calls me “Vigny”.
I listen intently as he tells me his thoughts on the Harbormaster and Valentine, while I pretend disinterest, tracing lines of wetness from drops of a drink spilled on the tabl…
I sit across from the Admiral and watch the others drift away. Watching Hope makes me angry. I do not know if I am angry at the Harbor Master or at the man in front of me. Both, I think.
Once the others are out of earshot, I lean back in the booth,…
This could unravel if I am not careful. I said things to get past Ballard. These things I wished for him to forget. Now, I must say the "something I have discovered".
"Sir, may we discuss in private? These things I should say to you before others."
“Sir. I was brought here, Sir," I say crisply and in a neutral tone without any hint of rebuttal. “Presumably because of my choice in protectors.” I add this last with a look at Ballard. The Admiral has already killed whatever goodwill was possible …
I take in the scene at the Yacht Club. They know me here, most by sight. It has not been so long, even though it seems ages ago that I left the Admiral's employ. They know I do not carry weapons, and they know to not pat me down. That one unfortunat…
I suffer Ballard's mistaken notion of the weakness of my hold. His laugh grates on me, and I am about to explain the minor limitation of my hold...until I recall that I do not, in fact, have a hold on the man called Fortyfour. This allows me show Ba…
"Please, do not," I say, stepping into Ballard's view, but not blocking him--he is the man in charge, yes?
"This thing you do, it will break my hold if I let you harm him. Then, he and I, and maybe some of you, get hurt or killed." I say this as ne…
"Ballard... This man is with me. I picked him up on the road, fairly-squarely. He is my protection. Much like Spider." Yes, Ballard knows Spider. I think Ballard does not like spiders much, maybe is afraid of them. Some people are. As if on cue, Sp…
"Ballard," I say, nodding to him.
I push back my hood. Ballard announced me, but I want no confusion about who I am. Not that who I am gives me any special pull with this lot. If the Admiral wants me hauled in, they will haul me in, but at least i…
I am...distracted...as I enter the hold. I can still feel the hands of the man called Fortyfour on my body, though he no longer touches me. Images swim in my mind. Very private images. I consider showing him where I live. It is very private there. T…
"I believe you. Trust is as much a stranger to me as it is to you. People fear--" I start, and then amend my statement with a small smile at him, "--normal people fear my touching their minds."
I tilt my head slightly and look at him intently. "I a…
"We should enter, yes. But first, there is a thing that needs explaining. You are not like Gates' flock. You are a wolf among sheep. Armed sheep, some of them, but sheep still."
I wonder though: just how much a sheep is Gates? There's something mo…
"I..." I do not know what to say. He wants to touch me. He asks nicely. He did not run away, does not fear me, is not threatened by what I do. Men have wanted to touch me before--not in ways I wanted. I have reacted...decisively...to that. I try to …
I do not know how to respond to the man called Fortyfour. I have touched his mind, and yet, he does not look at me with fear and disgust. He calls me "amazing". He smiles at me. His gestures are very big. He displays himself as a potential mate. He …
I shrug, almost completely managing to hide a smile. "I can...enter other people's minds...to listen, or to talk, or to hurt when talking is not enough.
We walk in silence for a few strides. "What I can do...it makes people afraid--even people who …
OOC: Per MC conversation in Hangout, substituting the Brainer move, "Casual brain receptivity" for the reads on Kites and Fortyfour, resulting in Vignette holding 3 on Fortyfour and marking 2 XP.
For a moment, I think the man called Fortyfour is going to attack me. The wash of my mind over his thickens, starts to crystallize. Where once there was liquid flowing over his mind, now are poised thousands of tiny daggers, shards of my will awaiti…
No, I tell Spider firmly. I will handle this.
I need to establish boundaries. This man is very large. Intimidation is life to him. I believe he means well at the moment, but this is a poor start. He may become mistaken about what he may do and what…