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TWENTY SEVEN ✖ VOICE/SPAM
[Private to Faith and Arkady]
I need to speak with both of you, when you have opportunity.
[Private to Jesse]
Are you still holding your meetings? [He has someone for you. :V]
[Private to Tony]
We need to speak.
[Open Spam for the Greenhouse/Anywhere Deck]
[Charles had been making a concerted effort to get himself back into something that resembled a usual routine. He still hadn't been sleeping well, something that was plainly visible in the dark bags under his eyes, and had a feeling it would be a while before he could really choke it down to nonexistence, but they were somewhat less frequent and easier not to think about the next morning.
And while he still wasn't necessarily social, he'd kept his promise and not spent his days locked in his room ignoring the rest of the Barge, and today that had meant forcing himself to get out of bed, shower, change, and get some fresh air up on deck. He had a book with him, and while he looked content and probably normal when he he popped in the greenhouse and later parked himself near the deck railing to read, he was actually still somewhat tense, his shields lowered slightly to make sure he could tell when someone was sneaking up on him. It wouldn't be noticeable to people unfamiliar wit telepathy, and usually, he would feel a little more guilty and apologetic for doing it, but not since that port. He'd had enough of being vulnerable because he hadn't been able to use his telepathy, and he wasn't about to leave himself open for some other attack or what have you.]
I need to speak with both of you, when you have opportunity.
[Private to Jesse]
Are you still holding your meetings? [He has someone for you. :V]
[Private to Tony]
We need to speak.
[Open Spam for the Greenhouse/Anywhere Deck]
[Charles had been making a concerted effort to get himself back into something that resembled a usual routine. He still hadn't been sleeping well, something that was plainly visible in the dark bags under his eyes, and had a feeling it would be a while before he could really choke it down to nonexistence, but they were somewhat less frequent and easier not to think about the next morning.
And while he still wasn't necessarily social, he'd kept his promise and not spent his days locked in his room ignoring the rest of the Barge, and today that had meant forcing himself to get out of bed, shower, change, and get some fresh air up on deck. He had a book with him, and while he looked content and probably normal when he he popped in the greenhouse and later parked himself near the deck railing to read, he was actually still somewhat tense, his shields lowered slightly to make sure he could tell when someone was sneaking up on him. It wouldn't be noticeable to people unfamiliar wit telepathy, and usually, he would feel a little more guilty and apologetic for doing it, but not since that port. He'd had enough of being vulnerable because he hadn't been able to use his telepathy, and he wasn't about to leave himself open for some other attack or what have you.]
Spam
They are. I've made some adjustments to improve their disease resistance. Infection moves so easily in this sort of environment.
[It really is all she's done. Here, anyway.]
Spam
How did you do it? [He's honestly curious, his own frustration and badly buried emotion overwhelmed by the enthusiasm he always felt when talking about other people's gifts.]
Spam
It's difficult to relate. I might as well try to tell you how I think, or breathe. Could you describe 'how' you use you telepathy?
Spam
[And just to make his point clear, he gestured at his temple. The fact that he wasn't already barging in to do just that was, believe it or not, progress.]
Spam
I think I'll decline. And if I ever have reason to believe you've been inside my mind, I'll consider myself to have license to do the same. And I won't be gentle.
Spam
It was maybe an arrogant thought, but he didn't really care. He certainly wasn't planning on testing her patience.]
Fair enough.
Spam
I always had an....affinity with plants, I suppose you would call it. Since I was very young, I noticed things others didn't. I didn't realize it was the Green calling to me.
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Re: Spam
When I was very young I had no peers to compare myself to, and no-one who would pay any mind to unusual behavior. But I would say I had some small spark ever since I was born.
[Normally she doesn't talk about her childhood; she doesn't consider it her own, per se. It was Pamela's, and then Pamela was replaced. But this part of her life, this aspect, she can discuss - because this was the part of her that was always the Queen of the May, a seed waiting to take root.]
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Most people with non physical mutations I've met - those without wings or unusually colored skin - don't realize they're any different from an average human child until something stressful triggers it, usually when they're around eight or ten or thirteen or so. I'd be interested to see if that holds true for other universes as well.
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[It's common enough knowledge in Gotham - and among the Bat-protégés on board - that she's long past the point of considering it sensitive information. She shifts and sits up, the vines rearranging themselves around her so it becomes more a swing than a hammock.]
My postgraduate research was in plant-animal hybrids, supervised by a professor who noticed my...unusual aptitude. He took it upon himself to make a test subject of his student.
Spam
I'm sorry.
Spam
I'm not. The person I once was is long dead, and I don't miss her in the slightest.