glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 24, 2015 2:24:19 GMT
"I suppose experience is the only way to understand it. I've only studied it myself; one of the more interesting things I've found actually." He turned to look around absentmindedly, unaware that some could have interpreted his words as a solicitation.
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Nov 25, 2015 4:00:15 GMT
“Well, understand might be overstating the case,” Daia admitted with a grin. “There are Matriarchs of a thousand years who’ve devoted themselves to exploring melding, and the main thing they agree on is that our conscious minds only dabble in the surface. But like all the great mysteries, that just makes it more moving. What sort of fun would it be to know all the answers anyway?” She laughed lightly, then perked up as a thought struck her. “I’m not working on the Citadel, but if you ever find yourself on Illium, maybe look me up? I’m reliably told my mind is a pleasant place to visit. Reasonable rates, and no tacky souvenir shops, too.” There was humour in her eyes, but she didn’t seem to be teasing.
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 25, 2015 8:06:46 GMT
He seemed surprised, shifting nervously. "I appreciate your offer; and truly, the idea is interesting. But... Something has been in my mind before, and my subcontious holds memories I would not wish upon my most hated enemy. I'm a harvesting victim remmember. Who knows what connecting could do to you." He paused, "Unless... You have some way of filtering such memories? I imagine you have encountered troubled customers before."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Nov 26, 2015 1:00:15 GMT
“Sometimes,” Daia nodded, “to varying degrees. Everyone has their... their demons, I suppose, whether they’re big or small.” She was temporising while she weighed a lot of thoughts; the talk of melding had distracted her from her companion’s past, and she had made the offer without considering it. Bad memories were one thing, but Reapers... The spectre of indoctrination had been even more terrifying than the possibility of death, during the war. She knew - had touches the memories - how it had been for Ana, when her mind had been warped. Indoctrination had to be at least as terrible for its victims, if not more. On the other hand, meld therapists had worked with the surviving victims, trying to recover them from the catatonic states the Reaper withdrawal had left them in - they had had no success that Daia had heard of, but so far as she knew there wasn’t a belief that the therapists themselves might be affected. And she wasn’t without talent of her own when it came to melding.
All this went through her mind quickly - she didn’t try to hide the moment of thoughtfulness, though.
“It’s kind of you to be concerned,” she said after the pause. “It wouldn’t be something I’d approach lightly - I wouldn’t want you to be worried for my sake. But it’s the nature of my job that my clients generally don’t want their minds opened wide - when all’s said and done I and they are friendly acquaintances, no more. I’m rather good at controlling what gets shared and what gets left alone.” She grinned slightly. “I work on Illium, after all - mental privacy is actually written into the contracts. Granted your experiences are... well, from my own point of view, unique, I’ve never had a customer who’s been through what you have. But I’m willing to explore the possibility, if you’d like.”
She glanced around at their surroundings.
“As I say, look me up if you find yourself on Illium.” She opened her omni-tool and deployed a virtual ‘business card’, if her companion wished to download it into his own. “With a new potential customer I generally start with a get-to-know-you chat in any case - tends to make whatever comes after far more rewarding - so we could discuss what you’d like to experience, and what to avoid of course. Allay any concerns you might have. And give me something more to work with,” she added, with a wink. “You’re a bit of a mystery, you know.”
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 26, 2015 4:45:45 GMT
"You are very kind," he said turning away guiltily. "And your offer is more than tempting. Contact on even a social level has been difficult for me. I have not had a chance to read you properly, but I can tell you are a sincere and experienced individual." He moved to get up, "However I fear I have not the income to afford a ship to ilium, let alone pay you for your services." He glanced at the 'card', "I will keep this to recommend you to my own patients however." He had almost forgotten his position honestly, but the 'mystery' comment had snapped him back into reality. He was an outsider here, horrifying to look at and probably on most planet's 'shoot on sight' list.
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Nov 27, 2015 1:21:45 GMT
“Ah well,” Daia said, letting the matter drop with good grace. “I’m on the Citadel now and then - my card will let you know if I’m around, we can always catch up and chat.”
She made no move to stop her companion from rising from his chair, but a turn of phrase piqued her interest.
“Pardon my curiosity though,” she said, gathering up her book and standing with him. “The way you said you hadn’t read me... is that something specific?”
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 27, 2015 5:59:29 GMT
"It's... A talent of mine, of my people. Something easier shown than explained." He turned back to face her. They were relatively alone at this point; with only a handful of citizens and a keeper in the immediate area. "If you are curious I suppose I could demonstrate."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Nov 27, 2015 14:32:00 GMT
“That’s the thing about me,” Daia grinned. “I’m always curious. Read away, then. How does it work...?” She stood relaxed, neither moving closer nor away, letting him take the lead in whatever it was he proposed to do.
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 27, 2015 16:03:54 GMT
Rather than speaking, he stepped towards her, a clawed hand reaching out to touch her own. Their skin touched and... The world vanished as she found herself standing on a terrace overlooking a city she had never seen before. Massive black creatures were descending from the sky, which seemed to have been set ablaze; its color matching those of the flames spewing from the buildings bellow. Smoke and screams filled the air; punctuated by the sound of particle rifles. In front of her two alien creatures stood huddled together, the smaller of them holding a bundle in its arms. They seemed to be arguing, chattering at each other in a strange language she could never hope to understand. Their argument was cut short as a shadow fell over them, causing both to fall silent. The larger of the two slapped the other on the shoulder and pointed somewhere she couldn't see from her position. As the alien turned to flee she caught a glimpse of the bundle, and though the features were somewhat different, she could easily identify it as a baby. A primitive asari baby. There was a flash or red and the memory ended; she was standing back on the citadel; the strange figure in front of her and no one else seemingly aware of what had transpired. "I'm sorry," he said, now suddenly speaking an accented Thessian. He paused, as if suddenly discovering a new toy. "Sorry. Soooorry. The quick brown varren jumped over the lazy krogan. This is an interesting language to say the least..."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Nov 28, 2015 13:16:53 GMT
Daia let out a little gasp, then blinked in surprise, and grinned.
“You’ve got an Attena accent, too,” she noted. “That was... What was that? I saw something - people? Everything was jumbled, but- Was that a memory of yours? I’ve never experienced a memory that... tasted like that, for want of a better word.” The reading had obviously had an impact on her, but she didn’t seem upset - intrigued, rather.
“I don’t know any species who communicate like that,” she said softly, “and I’ve had more in my mind than most people meet... Where do you come from? Please?” She glanced around, a thought striking her. “If you’re concerned about staying... well, anonymous, on the Citadel, you don’t need to worry. I’m chatty but I never betray a trust.”
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 29, 2015 4:31:17 GMT
"I am a monster. To call me by what I once was would be akin to calling a banshe Asari. Though I understand your curiosity." He shifted the hood for her to see his insectoid face, careful to keep it reasonably concealed from the others around them. "I was once called Prothean."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Nov 30, 2015 1:44:41 GMT
Daia’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of her companion’s face - but then instead of the fear Kavel might be used to, her surprise was replaced by something very much like delight. She opened her mouth to speak, paused, processed what he had said, and smiled, her expression shading more towards compassion.
“You don’t strike me as a monster,” she said quietly. “I... can understand - a very little bit - why you wouldn’t say you’re Prothean anymore. Prothean,” she shook her head, smiling. “Sorry, it’s just... this is quite a moment for me, you know? You must get that a lot.” She moved a little closer, still smiling - she didn’t seem able to stop.
“If I weren’t married,” she mused to herself, almost under her breath, then a thought struck her, and she raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “Wait, Protheans didn’t approve of pornography? Seriously?”
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 30, 2015 3:24:55 GMT
"Erotisism was alowed of course, but sexual intercourse was seen as taboo. As was gambling actually, another surprise I had when I first came here." He seemed pleasantly surprised at her reaction, having indeed expecting a scream or at least fear. "But uh, what was that about being married?"
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Nov 30, 2015 4:17:38 GMT
“Gambling I could take or leave,” Daia admitted with a shrug, then grinned at his question, somehow managing to seem bashful and unapologetic at the same time.
“When my bondmate and I began our relationship,” she explained, “I chose to remain monogamous. Socially that is - I still work as an escort, and make no apologies for enjoying my work, but I no longer make love to others solely for pleasure. Which I used to, well, often. And- I don’t want you to feel like I’m seeing you as some sort of novelty,” she qualified, “I hope I’m not so shallow - but you understand, the prospect of a totally new experience...” Her eyes settled on her companion’s features, as it memorising them, and for a moment she was visibly lustful before she reined herself in.
“Well,” she said wryly. “Everyone has ‘if only’ moments in their lives, right? I’ve learned not to mind them - nobody gets everything they ever want.”
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 30, 2015 4:32:50 GMT
To say Kavel was flustered would be the understatement of the century. "Well er... You are quite beautiful yourself, which is quite an accomplishment seeing as we come from very different cultures... And... Uh... I would have no objections, assuming your bondmate was aware and consented. As I said I have always been interested in melding... Not that I want you for your body or some carnal pleasure but it would be an enlightening experience." He petered off into the clicks of his native tongue, and would have blushed had he been able. As it was he glowed green ever so slightly as the sudden adrenaline rush caused his biotics to flare.
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