synopsychic | Pre-Moebius Sharing [A couple days into the racetrack liminal]

So a lot of you know I've been tryin' to rebuild memories from before Moebius. For you new people, Moebius was a Jaunt before most of you got here, were we died a lot and lost our memories every morning. A lot of that stuck.

[Look, he's being helpful, filling things in for people who don't know the story. Isn't that nice of him?]

Managed to put together somethin' kinda big out of them.

[Enjoy a brief lifestream of Riddick's strange vision: everything is tinted slightly purple, sources of light are doubly bright, and everything seems much more focused on heat and motion. It's an image of his hands, held apart in front of him, and after a second, an arc of electricity jumps between them, from one hand to the other. He holds it only briefly, then lets it dissipate.]

We can make energy out of liminal stuff. Claudia don't need to shoot me with her electricity gun to power lightcycles no more, we can just make that shit.

Came with somethin' else interesting while I was tryin' to put that trick back together. I was on at least four Jaunts before Moebius happened, might be more-- but there were people back then from the last round of this. The one Fortune won. We called 'em the Unlucky Dead. I don't got much about 'em yet, just a couple names and faces, but I'm workin' on it.

Figured that might be important to know.

[The last bit is said dryly. He knows that's an understatement.]

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That's pretty good. If you could do it before, you never used it. Mostly what I remember you knowin' was magic shit, and I think you could interface.

I need someone to practice interfacing with... are you offering?

Sure, why not? Come on over whenever you want.

I'm in my room when you're free.

[He pokes his head in a few minutes later, with a rap on the door frame.]

Hey.

[She looks up from where she's been stacking a series of small, crystal pebbles on Mi'durgenne's snout and brow, smiling at Riddick.]

Hi. That was quick.

[The familiar lets out an inquisitive noise, wanting to turn but not wanting to knock off the rocks on his head. Vilari snorts and concentrates, creating another small crystal to perch on the end of the wolfs nose.] Yes, yes, ma serannas, Mi'durgenn. [Then she's gently taking the stones from his head and placing them next to her bed.]

[He grins at her lazily.]

Well, I was just around the corner, and I'm a pro at doin' more than one thing at a time.

[He comes the rest of the way in, coming over to give the wolf a clap on the shoulder.]

The fuck are you doing? What's with the rocks?

[Despite the language, his tone is friendly.]

Practice. Mi'durgenn told me how when I got him in a Jaunt, I was his Oracle as a Hecatite-Elf, and that one of my abilities was to create crystals at will.

[She flicks over one of the small, moonstone-esque pebbels to Riddick.]

And then we got bored and decided to see how many I could stack along his head.

[He catches it, examines it, then tosses it back idly, in case she wants it.]

Poor Mi'durgenn. Havin' to be the thing that got stacked on. If you're that bored, I'm sure we can find more interesting things for you to do.

[Like an interface. Though given his teasing tone, she can take that other ways, as well.]

[The tone isn't lost on her, and she shoots him an amused glance, brow rising with interest.] Oh? Are you implying beyond an experiment in interfacing?

[Mi'durgenn meanwhile settles on the ground to gnaw at one of the larger rocks, tail wagging happily.]

Well, how long's an interface gonna take, anyway? Won't keep you from bein' bored for that long.

[Of course, she might be wiped out afterwards, it's trickier when you aren't actually data anymore.]

Someone sounds confident and eager. [She doesn't sound put-off or annoyed, though. Instead, she pats the bed next to her to indicate Riddick should sit.] Please, my neck is getting sore staring up at you like this.

[He obligingly comes to settle beside her.]

Too bad I didn't keep that dactyl form. No neck-craning for you, then.

That's too short, especially from being a giant.

[She crosses her legs, turning to face Riddick directly as Mi'durgenn clambers onto the bed, curling against her back.]

So. Interfacing.

Interfacing.

[He holds up a hand, palm out.]

Gotta start with a touch. You want me to let you try and initiate, or you want me to remind you how it's done first?

And suddenly we're small children holding hands.

[At least she still sounds amused as opposed to annoyed, and she places her hand over his, thinking a moment... and then triggering the Interface. Her eyes immediately start glowing bright green and Riddick's abruptly flooded with undiluted information. Images, voices, emotions, everything in a riotous mess until Vilari just as suddenly disconnects with a gasp, the glow fading from her eyes as she shakes her head hard.]

I'm sorry- That was a mess, wasn't it?

[He blinks a few times, immediately starts sorting that out in his head in the background, then shakes his head at her apology.]

It's okay. You were thinkin' about the connection, not the data you were gonna send. Not unusual for a human doin' it. I've dealt with worse. You wanna try it again? Don't try to send anything, just keep a connection open. I'll send you a little somethin' to remind you how to organize it.

All right, I... can do that.

[She frowns in concentration and takes a breath before touching her hand to his again, the green glow appearing once more. The connection opens but she consciously holds back from sending anything through it, waiting for Riddick instead.]

[He sends two things: first, a small "ping", as it were, to show her the connection is properly open. Then, packaged neatly and without much emotional attachment, a small memory from early on in their acquaintance. His connection is clean and his data is orderly, without much leak-through at all. But then, he's been doing this a lot, and with people who don't want a connection, just information.]

[The memory is received without much fuss, opened, processed... and there's a distinct warmth and amusement that flows through from her, both at the incident and at the fact that he'd chosen to send this through to her.

Then she takes a moment, gathering her thoughts on what to experiment sending through. Eventually the memory is packaged up and sent through. Not as long as Riddick's, it features a giant of a man, easily 7 feet or more in height, sitting by the fire and reverently sharpening the edge of a sword that's almost as tall as he. With it comes the words 'Qunari', 'Sten', and 'hornless'.]

[Riddick's primary interest is the sword, honestly. That is one lovely piece of metal. He processes the rest of it a beat later, and chuckles. He disconnects gently, with a little warning "ping" again so she isn't surprised, then gets back to spoken conversation, since that's easier when you're not connected at the data level.]

That's who I remind you of?

He was 'Sten' of the Berasaad then, and now he is the 'Arishok', one of the three leaders of the Qunari. [She's smiling as well, just a bit cheekily.] A rare one, among Qunari, to not have any horns.

Pre-Moebius Sharing [A couple days into the racetrack liminal]

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