#fivecrimes

sinister sat with one leg crossed over the other and a glass held between middle and ring finger, slightly tipped towards righteous. the visage if rebecca clear, even with the denial of such an identity. it did make the geneticist wonder--if her genes were analyzed, who would she resemble more? the husband she hated, the one that caused the horrors of sinister.

" at least i have the self confidence not to cover my face. "

he hummed, a sip of wine dripping down his throat. inhuman eyes narrowed and he tilted his head up somewhat.

" does the alcohol still effect you, darling? "

   David is meditating, both in the real and in the unreal. It’s kind of all he does nowadays. Meditating to work on the Altar. Meditating to keep himself under control. Meditating to clear his mind and think of ways to guide his people to a better future. Doesn’t feel like he’s doing the work, but he is. He just wishes he could find the constant focus, the constant push forwards. It’s hard and frustrating and sometimes he just doesn’t feel like he’s enough, despite all the infinity he is.

    Eyes open and he sighs, shoulders sagging. In the real his body doesn’t move, but in the unreal David gazes out at the ephemeral. Here on the border between The Altar and the astral plane, David Haller simply stares. He watches the ever-shifting tides of the infinite and finds himself tired. Finds himself stretched. Finds himself uncertain. For someone with the powers of a god he feels lost far too often.

   There is a niggling at the edges of his awareness. A sudden realisation he isn’t alone on the beach. His jaw sets, glowing eyes hardening. He’s too tired for this.

   “An’ y’ here again,” he says, not bothering to hide the tired in his voice. He’s vaguely aware that she’s been watching him, that these persistent offers have a purpose he just doesn’t know yet. His hands come together, fingertips touching. David tilts his head upwards, tendril hair shifting and the ever-changing colour of his skin gently flowing.

"be safe." /fivecrimes, from brand

a little sigh, pulling their hood down from their head and looking at brand. they were fine, they would be fine. it was just another mission, of which it seemed like they were going on more of late. maybe it was just to keep them busy, maybe it was to stay away from earth longer, they weren't sure. it didn't seem like that bad of an idea--they got to learn, brand got to get whatever job she needed completed done.

" i'll be safe, i'm always safe. "

they would have liked to do hero stuff on earth eventually, maybe more as time passed...plus she had agents for this, they weren't going to be the go-to forever. it did feel a little weird, they ran from shield in the first place to avoid being used as a weapon--well, it was to learn, but--and now they were doing something similar...willingly, for sword.

"tony stark; is that what you just said? you know tony stark, personally?" /fivecrimes, from feilong. sighs. sorry taro

" oh, its- um. "

taro shuffled a bit at the question, they weren't even sure how to answer the question. it wasn't even that they knew the guy 'personally', it was just...getting a little help once or twice. they didn't have a lot of other engineers that they vaguely trusted to help when they had errors--or were breaking down.

" i wouldn't say that, um. don't know him all that well- but. "

a pause, then a squint as they pushed their hands down into their pockets and tilted their head somewhat. searching through their own collection of data to match the voice to a name, or a face to an identity vaguely known to them.

"it's not your fault." /fivecrimes, from brand

at fault or not, they still messed up. if nothing else, they let themself get caught, let themself get into a situation where they would lose control. taro scrunched their face a little, then pulled their legs close to their chest, hugging their arms around their legs. worst of all, now sword had to clean it up, or shield--they didn't want shield to even know they exist yet here they were...

" i'm still sorry. " voice quiet, they barely even bothered to sync the sound to their lip movement. how many people were going to get hurt because of an accidental slip of a refraction? how much of it was even accidental? the more their code was exposed to others to just mess with the less their accidents felt like something done without intention, and more like they were becoming those mistakes.

Examine! + Mami - Mister Sinister - Dice

@fivecrimes for dice mention <3

mami. tentatively mami essex, until you can learn there is a different classification. you consider mami to be a friend. you consider her to be someone that you can learn from. you find her present to be fascinating to be around, if not for the lack of empathy you require when around her, but the pretend you seem to play when nearby her. there is something fun about knowing that neither of you feel--at least you have not been given reason to assume she feels as much as normal people do--and yet continue to play pretend. you liked acting, and maybe apart of it was like practice.

you understand there is a risk to being around her, you understand that if sinister were to shift his gears, the idea of you being put at risk was plausible. that was okay, though. maybe there will be a way you can convince her to abandon him. you don't think so, though. you wonder if there are emotions there, but maybe only just for him. an attachment that is cause for concern and curiosity. you still wonder if she was found by him, or made by him. a question to ask either one, or maybe both. you wonder which would answer honestly. you wonder if mami knows.