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Post by asari_promiscuity on Nov 30, 2015 5:23:59 GMT
She would let me, too, Daia reflected ruefully. If only... but no. The temptation was there, but she knew herself well enough not to be bothered by that, and even enjoy her own reactions. But it mattered to her that she was more than just her appetites, and she knew how her commitment made Ana feel; that was worth a few passing regrets along the way.
“Flattery is always appreciated,” she grinned - she made a little room, seeing Kavel had become flustered, even as part of her was gratified by it. “It would be enlightening. And don’t dismiss that carnal pleasure side of things, carnal pleasure can be very enlightening as well; one of the constants of the galaxy, I like to think. Even for salarians - it’s not sexual for them, in a biological sense, but that doesn’t make it unenjoyable, you better believe- I’m rambling,” she chuckled. “Under other circumstances- But no, I made my commitment, business only. It’s important to me that I keep it.”
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glowytherapist
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Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Nov 30, 2015 12:41:54 GMT
"Oh of course, I understand completely." He paused, the conversation having rapidly slipped out of his hands. He was a little disappointed, but not offended. The experience would have been more social and sexual for him anyway; a quick way to an intimacy and trust he hadn't felt in ages. That could be accomplished outside of a sexual environment, quite possibly with her, who seemed more than happy to accept him. "I apologize if the reading was a bit sudden..."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Nov 30, 2015 22:39:22 GMT
“Oh not at all,” Daia shook her head, waving away the apology. “Fascinating experience. Is it true that it works on anything? Not just sapients, I mean - objects and so forth, you can pick up traces of their past?” She smiled, slightly bashful. “I read Dr. T’Soni’s book - the newest one, about her Prothean colleague, the one who was in stasis? She went into some detail about the psychometry ability. You know now that I think about it,” she added, with a grin, “she may have even called it ‘reading’ at one point; the connection didn’t occur to me.”
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glowytherapist
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Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Dec 1, 2015 2:41:12 GMT
"It does indeed work on any matter. I understand it was evolved when we were more primitive; to give us an edge as predators. It's not truly learned, more instinctual really. And I read that book as well actually. Javik was... Very clearly warrior caste." He chuckled, which came out as a buzzing chitter. "Little interest in other cultures but able to tell you how to skin a salarian in twelve seconds."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Dec 1, 2015 3:23:34 GMT
“That’s an amazing gift,” Daia said, wonderingly. “Is it... how much a part of daily life is that? I mean, are you aware of the, the emanations of your surroundings, just as a matter of course? Or only when you choose to be?” She looked around the Commons. “I can’t imagine - like a language nobody else can even see, written everywhere.”
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glowytherapist
Adventurer
Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Dec 3, 2015 2:31:10 GMT
"Physical contact and concentration is required; though one can sometimes sense a particularly powerful aura on certain objects. Battlefields are a good example; all of the memories clashing together, only to suddenly be cut short. It leaves something behind." He followed her gaze, "It is indeed a unique experience. It takes time to differentiate memory from a read event sometimes when one is younger. It's uses are obvious though; one of the reasons we grew so widely. Learning language instantly, acquiring the secrets to technology; it aided scientists and diplomats as much as it did hunters."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Dec 3, 2015 4:01:44 GMT
“Your archaeologists must’ve had a field day too,” Daia noted with a wry grin. “We have artefacts - very rare - called memory spheres. They’re a form of naturally-occurring metacrystal, they can actually preserve the electrical impulses used in melding, so if one is fashioned properly, and you meditate with enough focus, you can actually record a thought in them. Incredibly difficult, both to create and use, but there are a handful dating back to ancient Thessia, an asari today can actually sense the imprint of the mind of the artisan who created them all those generations ago.” She looked at her companion and chuckled. “And for you, all the odds and ends of pottery and stone tools and such they dig up at excavation sites would be like that. If I were the type to be envious, I would be.”
A thought occurred to her, and she cocked an eyebrow impishly.
“Can you control what you pick up, when you read?” she wondered. “Just now when you read my language, was that conscious, or just luck of the draw?” She couldn’t quite stifle a laugh. “You might’ve accidentally learned how to make an elcor very happy.”
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glowytherapist
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Name: Unpronouncable
Race: Collector
Occupation: Therapist
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Post by glowytherapist on Dec 3, 2015 6:16:09 GMT
"Who is to say I didn't?" He cleared his throat, "Language is one of the first things a civilized organic learns; more often than not it is the first trait picked up besides personality. As for your crystals, we had similar devices; it is quite possible we taught you the craft; just as we taught Hanar language." He chuckled, "One of our wives always insisted Asari would grow to become a race worthy of the empire. She would be overjoyed to see how you and your people have prospered."
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Post by asari_promiscuity on Dec 9, 2015 1:50:11 GMT
“Well, be sure to use that knowledge for good,” Daia joked. “So-” She broke off as her omni-tool lit up, and quickly glanced at its screen.
“I have to go,” she said quickly. “Nothing bad, just urgent - it’s been wonderful to meet you - sorry to rush off like this - message me, if you’d like to say hi? My card will tell you when I’m on the Citadel - have to change, must dash!” Impishly she rose up on tip-toes and placed a quick kiss on her companion’s ‘cheek’, before flashing one last smile and hurrying towards the nearest rapid transit station.
~~~
Not too long later, Daia walked briskly into the Primarch Caninius Hospital - rather incongruously clad in a dress that clung to her like wet gauze - and after a quick word to the reception VI headed to the elevator and up to the recovery room wing.
The geth assistant - Tangent Auspice, he had introduced himself when Ana had first been moved from Huerta and Daia had met him - was standing by the monitoring stations in Ana’s room, as if he hadn’t moved since she Daia been here last; perhaps he hadn’t, she reflected. His monocular ‘head’ glanced at her as she entered.
“Creator-Ana’Therion will regain consciousness soon,” he intoned, in his odd voice that sounded like two people speaking in harmony - Daia had meant to ask about that, but in their brief interactions the geth had seemed reserved and all-business, and she hadn’t wanted to intrude. “Her response to regenerative therapy is as predicted, and basic-function testing of the cybernetic implants during her dormancy has been successful.”
“Thank you,” Daia said warmly, slipping quickly into a seat by the side of Ana’s bed. She looked very small, all of a sudden, and the biobed and monitors reminded Daia of Skylar’s during her long recovery - which, she reminded herself quickly, had turned out well in the end, so stop feeling nervous.
Ana stirred eventually, muttered something barely audible, then - for the first time since before the war - Daia saw the glimmers of light behind her faceplate as her eyes opened.
“Hm... eyelids are weird,” she murmured, seemingly to herself, “...that's one of those unusual sentences... Uh?” Her helmet turned slowly, until her gaze settled on Daia.
“Hey, you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.
“Hi love,” Daia smiled back. Ana gazed at her a long time, then looked around, finally finding the geth standing patiently by.
“She didn’t hover at my bedside the whole time, did she?” she asked.
“Your mate has spent three-point-seven hours here since your arrival,” he replied, “the sum of four separate visits, not including her response to by summons shortly before now.”
“Good enough under the circumstances,” Ana said, looking back to Daia. “So...” She trailed off, staring. After a moment Daia glanced at Tangent, but he seemed unconcerned, so she returned to meeting Ana’s stare... which, she noticed with glee, wasn’t confining itself to her face.
“What you did there,” the quarian said eventually, “is, I’ve been using these eyes for like thirty seconds, and now they’re never going to see anything better. That’s called ‘peaking early’, love.”
Daia laughed, then leaned in closer to her, ignoring the geth entirely.
“I can do better,” she whispered, getting a chuckle from Ana; her voice had a slightly choked-up quality all of a sudden, and close as she was, she could see the faintest reflections on moisture trailing down Ana's face - her newly-restored tear ducts in action.
“That’s my asari.”
~~~ End ~~~
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