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SEVERUS SNAPE

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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-19 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
Turning cast iron to gold, [ Erik guesses after too long of a silence, less defensive than the level of stupidity he’s currently demonstrating could support.

He’s only ever around to repurpose cutlery. Who can say what wizards do in kitchens?

He’s still staring, also, hesitation in a late drop of one heel back so that he can turn to examine a line of cabinets. ]
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-19 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cabinets open and close themselves in rapid (and silent) succession, shuffled through like cards until a glint of crystal in the light has Erik sidestepping off in pursuit.

A moment later he’s peering down into a wineglass, checking for spots before he collects another. ]


So I've seen.

[ Click. Two glasses bump bells in his one hand; the bottle stays suspended from the other.

He glances to Snape's arm. ]


I have reason to believe the tunnels leading deeper into the ship are once again accessible, [ he says, as if it’s something he’s observed in passing, from afar, and not by walking into one. ] I’d like to make a more organized attempt.
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-19 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
I only have the one human.

[ He’s hardly moved, eyes checked from the floating bowl to Severus’s turned back, where they catch and hold, prying. Intent. ]

Petrelli’s daughter, if she’s still interested. The witch you mentioned before.
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-19 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
Investigation. [ Severus is handling two plates, and Erik is quiet again for a beat while he does the math. There is a struggle concerning his sudden and overwhelming impulse to excuse himself mid-conversation in the more extended silence that follows.

Bizarre anxiety prickles tension into the back of his neck, rigging his shoulders into something almost taxidermied: an artificial representation of normalcy, too stiff in the spine.

He says: ]
The truth, [ without thinking. ]
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-19 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ It seems obvious (to Erik) that he is intended to complete the ritual of choosing a stool and sitting on it. He manages with minimal difficulty despite the rigid lack of give in his shoulders, sitting and even scooting in before he thinks to set the glasses down and twists the cork.

At this range, across the island, it’s easier to see that the side-effects of illness aren’t the only differences in his appearance. His neck has filled out behind his ears; the block of his jaw is squared off into a more robust edge. Grim lines create hard shapes between his brows and around his mouth, set around determination like concrete while he pours.

Space chardonnay is probably not an ideal accompaniment for eggplant canolis, but it’s what he has and his mind is elsewhere anyway. ]


We won’t be able to identify it without going in.
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-19 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
An encryption -- for what’s behind the door?

[ Erik squints as he sets the bottle aside.

He is considered to possess a genius level intellect by the highly qualified 70s doctors responsible for his assessment. ]


What sort of problems?
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-19 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Realization is swift to sink in through the furrow of Erik’s brow, and slow for him to process any further than that. Of course they can be encrypted. Of course there are ways to eavesdrop.

When he zeroes back in on Severus, he has to catch up again, wineglass hardly touched within the wide cage of his fingers. ]


Something in their head.

[ After a stretch of silence, he sips and sets the glass aside to push at the edge of his plate instead, turning it around, and its canoli with it. ]

How do you destroy something that wants to be gazed upon, but cannot be found.
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-20 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
I believe them.

{ Erik tells the cannoli rather than look at Severus directly, speaking quietly when he does. Shepard was human, as far as he knew.

She also knew what she was doing.

Javik’s part still winds tension in behind his sternum when he thinks about it. ]


Do you think they provoked it into engaging them.
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-21 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
If it has control over the way we move through the uncharted portions of the ship, why not force them off the trail. [ Erik still hasn’t eaten at all, having only just attracted a fork into his fingers after watching Severus do work on his own plate. He’s still in the earliest stages of prodding at the shell, attention split even between dealing with cannoli and dealing with a hostile sentience buried in the Tranquility’s bowels.

After a longer look, he picks up a knife as well. ]
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-21 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
It only gave back the ones who don’t know what was done to them. [ Erik cuts as he speaks, stiff movement from the elbow. As if on cue, he has some minor trouble spearing the bit he’s sawed off on his fork.

From there on into his mouth, he chews with his mouth closed, still thinking, with very little in the way of outward reaction. ]


It may have been trying to take us as well. Slice your first catch up for bait to bring in a larger haul. [ He’s back to cutting off another piece, focus turned down to that end. He must like it, then. ] For those of us that escaped, the experience may have been harrowing enough to keep us from trying again.
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-21 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ Fork and knife and cannoli. Now that he’s started, Erik eats with the robotic sort of repetitive motion typically associated with soldiers, intent without the rush. Every muscle fiber in his skull can be seen working under the coarse grain of his beard. ]

Science as well, [ he says. ]
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[personal profile] sorrycharles 2014-09-21 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Everyone’s science. Consent, [ he says, ] influence, free will. [ Too much pressure sees the tines of his fork clinking sharp through eggplant to the plate underneath. White door, white door.

He looks a shade more grim when he grinds his way through the same bite. ]


What else did she write.
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