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

[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.]

[sirstickuphisass]

Can't really say I am either. But it's hard to disbelieve it entirely when some people are walking around here claiming to be descended from gods.