ORIENTATION ♔ others have excuses, but I have my reasons why

[sirstickuphisass]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Eric, Lila, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Eric meets with his new squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, Training Room; Firing Range
WHEN || Thursday evening, March 7th
HOW || Actionspam

[ So remember how Lila was skulking around the firing range since it ~felt like home~? Well, guess who comes up behind her while she's pointing at a target today, sounding annoyed as hell? ]

What do you think you're doing?

Comments

[bittersweeter]

Bipolar much? I'm pretty sure it's protocol for you to back up.

[Really. Successfully surprised her, though she's still gauging if that is a good or bad thing.

In any case, she turns back to her target, flips the safety and steadies herself. Fires. (Attack 11) She frowns, because that is embarrassing, okay?, readjusts and fires off five quick, neat shots which are much less embarrassing, destroying the center of the target. (Attack 17, 18, nat 20, 17, nat 20) That is better.]

[sirstickuphisass]

[ the sound of her shots rings in the air for a moment, and when it's finally stopped, he says: ] ... I take it you've done this before.

[bittersweeter]

I dabble.

[sirstickuphisass]

That didn't look like dabbling to me.

[bittersweeter]

I dabble frequently.

[...she can't even think of the opposite of dabble, so she just keeps going with it.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Any other surprises up your sleeve I should know about?

[bittersweeter]

I bite.

I don't really know what you don't know about me, so what if you tell me about me and I'll fill in the gaps.

[sirstickuphisass]

Not much at all. It isn't like Wynn draws up a file.

[bittersweeter]

[The huffiest of huffs to ever have been huffed.]

My name is Lila.

[sirstickuphisass]

Alright, fine, he told me that part.

[bittersweeter]

I'm an Aries. I like cherry slushies and blue cotton candy. I'm a dream worker. Which basically means I can force someone into REM sleep and then, well, then I can pretty much do whatever I want with them. Unlike hypnosis, self-preservation doesn't always kick in.

[sirstickuphisass]

[ welp that pulls him up short ] You mean you can plant suggestions in their mind.

[bittersweeter]

Yes. And nightmares. Well, dreams, but... [Shrug.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Something you learned, or...?

[bittersweeter]

No. Workers are born, not taught.

[sirstickuphisass]

Something genetic?

[bittersweeter]

Yeah, but there's different kinds of workers. Like, my parents weren't dream workers. We're just born with higher than normal hyperbathygammic levels. [This is weird, explaining. Everyone usually knows.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Hyper ... what now?

[bittersweeter]

Hyperbathygammic. HBG for short. [She feels no need to perpetuate the more derogatory terms for workers, so she refrains from calling it the "heebeegeebees".] It's something to do with brain chemistry.

[sirstickuphisass]

Sounds almost like psionics. But that's usually less... tactile.

[bittersweeter]

[Huh?]

They used to call it thaumaturgy? Workers were revered.

[They aren't anymore.] But yeah, hand to skin contact is necessary.

[sirstickuphisass]

Thaumaturgists. Now that I've heard of, but I thought that power actually came from the gods.

[bittersweeter]

[Blink blink blink.]

You don't mean pre-Christian civilizations considering workers to be god-like, you mean actual gods... don't you?

[sirstickuphisass]

I take it you're not a big believer in the Shadow pantheon?

[bittersweeter]

Uh, no. [Because she has no idea what entails this pantheon and, well, if she did -- Lila doesn't believe in that stuff.]