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rainbowfic2012-12-18 03:06 am
shadowsong26) wrote in rainbowfic2012-12-18 03:06 am
Jade #9, Ivory #3, Snow White #8
Name: shadowsong26
Story: Re-creation
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Jade #9. A thousand hills, but no birds in flight/Ten thousand paths, with no person's tracks, Ivory #3. A child of sacrifice, a child of war, Snow White #8. fairy godmother
Supplies and Materials: photography, fingerpainting (Michaela's unwillingness to use self-referential pronouns even in the third person), fabric, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card B3 "no one has to know"), novelty beads (canvas), glitter, glue ("This is a challenging time because you must sustain multiple perspectives.")
Word Count: 354
Rating: PG-13/R
Characters: Michaela, Simon Gilboa
Warnings: Mind Rape
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place shortly before The Wanderer
Michaela has often marveled at the fact that, for all their comparative brilliance, humans are so incredibly skilled at self-delusion.
He, for example, as he had so many times before, had thought he could hide. Never mind that Michaela always found him, no matter where he went--he was Michaela's responsibility, after all. And even if he hadn't been, he was always watched. Losing track of him would be...extremely unfortunate.
But he had still tried, and been found, of course, and now all Michaela had to do was determine the best way to put him back in play.
He would need to be wiped again, of course. Michaela did that every few decades anyway, for compassion's sake, but to properly insert him in the girl's life, an extra one would be necessary. A complete wipe, to be most effective--leaving, of course, the basic skills a human of his age would require to function. Sometimes those got scrambled after a wipe, particularly language and numbers, which had been special skills of his.
Yes, a total wipe. Michaela was certain that curiosity, if not empathy, would direct the girl to focus on him. At least for the time being.
A name. He would need one. His real name was too uncommon in this day and age, and it might alarm the girl. Gabriel had already been careless; Michaela didn't want her having too much information. Dangerous, for all involved.
Michaela considered Joshua--that might finally get through to him, after all--but discarded it. It would more likely be an unnecessary cruelty. Simon, then. Michaela disliked falling back on that one so often, but it was a suitable one and resulted in only minimal dissonance when the wipe was, inevitably, reversed.
Michaela touched his forehead and breathed through him, sweeping aside the necessary facts and locking them behind the necessary doors. He was left only a name, and the shell of his personality that remained without his defining memories.
But it would take intervention from someone like him to save that poor girl, and Michaela was, if nothing else, in the business of salvation.
Story: Re-creation
'Verse: Lux
Colors: Jade #9. A thousand hills, but no birds in flight/Ten thousand paths, with no person's tracks, Ivory #3. A child of sacrifice, a child of war, Snow White #8. fairy godmother
Supplies and Materials: photography, fingerpainting (Michaela's unwillingness to use self-referential pronouns even in the third person), fabric, modeling clay, pastels (my current gen + romance card B3 "no one has to know"), novelty beads (canvas), glitter, glue ("This is a challenging time because you must sustain multiple perspectives.")
Word Count: 354
Rating: PG-13/R
Characters: Michaela, Simon Gilboa
Warnings: Mind Rape
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. This takes place shortly before The Wanderer
Michaela has often marveled at the fact that, for all their comparative brilliance, humans are so incredibly skilled at self-delusion.
He, for example, as he had so many times before, had thought he could hide. Never mind that Michaela always found him, no matter where he went--he was Michaela's responsibility, after all. And even if he hadn't been, he was always watched. Losing track of him would be...extremely unfortunate.
But he had still tried, and been found, of course, and now all Michaela had to do was determine the best way to put him back in play.
He would need to be wiped again, of course. Michaela did that every few decades anyway, for compassion's sake, but to properly insert him in the girl's life, an extra one would be necessary. A complete wipe, to be most effective--leaving, of course, the basic skills a human of his age would require to function. Sometimes those got scrambled after a wipe, particularly language and numbers, which had been special skills of his.
Yes, a total wipe. Michaela was certain that curiosity, if not empathy, would direct the girl to focus on him. At least for the time being.
A name. He would need one. His real name was too uncommon in this day and age, and it might alarm the girl. Gabriel had already been careless; Michaela didn't want her having too much information. Dangerous, for all involved.
Michaela considered Joshua--that might finally get through to him, after all--but discarded it. It would more likely be an unnecessary cruelty. Simon, then. Michaela disliked falling back on that one so often, but it was a suitable one and resulted in only minimal dissonance when the wipe was, inevitably, reversed.
Michaela touched his forehead and breathed through him, sweeping aside the necessary facts and locking them behind the necessary doors. He was left only a name, and the shell of his personality that remained without his defining memories.
But it would take intervention from someone like him to save that poor girl, and Michaela was, if nothing else, in the business of salvation.
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Yeah. Simon pretty consistently gets the short end of the stick. And Michaela is...well, of the beings of Lux's species that I plan to involve, Michaela is the most removed from human. On the one hand, Michaela is extremely detached from just about everything, but on the other, Michaela is more or less incapable of doing things from a bad motive. Whether or not what Michaela actually does is good or bad is...up to interpretation.
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