Awkward Therapy Sessions (Pyper)

[Doc]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

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December 23, 2014
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Pyper: The scattered collision of thoughts vocalize with friction. No one word could be plucked from the masses. They were broken, splintered and reshaped into abominations. It's a sound that she couldn't erase or restructure for an improved sense of comprehension about their meanings. Parts of her brain didn't work at the same speeds, the images of the memories exploded in a vibrant static. It was rare that whole pictures were included to insert some clarity. The only means of eradicating the hindrance to her partial mediation was to gift someone else with them. She reached out, and poured the contents of her conscious into him. The messy reenactments of the night previous. Her memory of inspecting the laboratory. Of watching Roderic and his date. Of maiming that man's neck.

Doc: He wasn’t prepared for the mental onslaught the thoughts she projected at him. The memories came across like snapshots frozen in time, overlaid with chatter to f noise. The noise was actually thoughts overlaid on top of one another, thus sounding more like static than voices. Voices. Multiples not singular. Where they all her? Some memories had frames of disembodied movement that made an almost jerky motion. Was that how she saw them? Or was it merely how he processed them. He did not have the gift of telepathy or mindspeak, could this be why the thoughts and memories seemed jumbled, disjointed and out of order? The overriding feeling he got from the memories was a sense of searching, longing for understanding. Doc had to close his eyes for a moment while he tried to process everything. It was a few moments later before he spoke. “Is it like that all the time?”

Pyper: The sensation of her nails grazing over her scalp alleviated some of the pile up but when the physical distraction was taken away, the swarm reactivated with a renewed energy. As if they had been waiting in a dormant state through the scratch session. Her eyes glossed over, the pupils strained with the spiritual effort illustrating and leaking into bodily manifestations. Manipulating her expressions, her tissue, the parts that made her. Slowly the lids come down and redistributed the accumulation of moisture that welled to the brim of her inferior eyelids. "Most, times. Not, others. When, wounded. It feels, clear. I can, pick one. To look, to listen to. But most times, like that." Her knuckles folded inwards to crack their joints.

Doc: His head canted slightly to the side as he looked at her. How she could remain so outwardly calm, while that much stimuli bouncing around her mind, was immensely impressive to him. He had been witness to a nanobit of information compared to what she probably dealt with day in and day out, hour after hour. The little things seemed to make more sense to him now. Not brushing her hair, of course that would be the last thing on her list of priorities. He felt chagrinned that he had chided her about her appearance. However, when she wounded, she could focus. “Have you ever harmed yourself in order to gain focus?” There was no judgement to his voice. It was question, much like one would ask about the time.

Pyper: The first three weeks had been nothing but wounds. Her favorite had been the gunshot wound to the head. The bullet itself tore through a section of her brain that controlled the use of her voice. Projecting her voice into their minds had been the least evasive obstacle as far as powers went. Should she tell Charles about her intentionally provoking the creatures in the sewers? All of the nights she waited on the lawn outside the Flats for the sun to rise and make her flesh sizzle and curl with blackened ends? Lucretia would see it as a show of respect and reciprocity. Considering the sewer space he gave her a key to. "Yes. Not, much. Phoenix, gets upset. Tells me, everyone says to, be careful. Some are, accidents. More are, not. When there is, too much. I wait, for the sun. For it to burn, for the cleanse."

Doc: He nodded slowly. He had suspected that she had self harmed based on her comment about the wounds helping her focus. No, his word was focus. Her phrase had been to pick one. Which made him feel like she was overloaded with stimuli most of the time, and ‘focusing’ on one was impossible. But when she was wounded, or more precisely, when she was in pain, the pain receptors blocked the stimuli allowing her to focus. “Would you be willing to allow me to experiment on you?” He paused, “There are devices called TENS.. which is short for Transcutaneous electrical nerve stimulation. If we modify the unit to the right pulse, in the right location, with the right timing.. You may no longer need to self harm..”

Pyper: Electrical. Things that were electric shocked. He was asking to shock her, to put the cloth bound metal nodules to pressure the skin at her temples. The shocks use to light up her vision. The nurses said it was the patience seeing a glimpse of Heaven. If it was, there was nothing in Heaven and no one. More fidgeting was had with more ferocity than the previous symphony of escaped air from between bone. "You want, to use shocks." The descent was a steady trickle of instances in the past the blond had been strapped to the chair. Forced fed a clamp meant to keep her tongue from being bitten off. It helped keep her screaming stifled as well. "No, no, no, no." The adamant shake of the dread-like coils that fissure her scalp whip and leave a light sting over her face on either side.

Doc: “No, not shocks.” **** he should have remembered, she had electroshock therapy. Of course she would say no with such an adverse reaction. “Pulses. They use them as pain remedy, for humans with chronic pain. However, you said no. I had to ask. I would not be doing due diligence if I did not offer you a possible solution to mediate the chaos. I apologize if I scared you. I can get single minded when I see a problem and start working on a solution.” He smirked ruefully. “I’m a fixer. I want to fix. Sometimes I do not see that the process of fixing is worse.”

Pyper: Lucretia didn't have all of the information, she couldn't make a definitive decision until he explained more about it. "I do, not understand, the procedure. Research, first. I, take back, my answer. Until I, learn more. We can, talk about it, next meeting?" Her hands still to cease their idle toying, the shaking being an involuntary tic but a permanent part of her life. Both lives, since it carried over from the first. "I accept, the apology. Yours. You, didn't know. I didn't, either. About pulses." The angle of her head would have been agitating if her posture were proper from the start, and conditioned to be ideal, especially for her body type, and the elasticity of her muscles. They had their tolerance cap.

Doc: “Thank you. If you decide later you want to see it. I will get one, and I will wear it.. and you can turn it on it while I wear it. But enough of that .. I think I stressed you. May I show you trick I learned in university?” He took her hand, rubbing her palm with his thumb, “I would study all night, then be in class all day. The tension and stress of being bent over a book, would knot the muscles in my upper back and neck. But there are pressure points in the hand.. “ He rubbed the area between her thumb and index finger on both sides, in a circular motion. He slowly applied pressure, not to the point of pain, but to the point that the precise pressure point was touched. He held it for ten seconds, then he let go. “Feel less tense? Doesn’t work for everyone every time. But with practice it can.”

Pyper: The gnarly cap of dirty blond ropes shuffle and skim their tiny hairs along her cheeks as her neck rotated forwards in order to watch his hand and hers. The repetitious tunneling of his fingers gave her something to grab onto. To settle attention to. It never went away, they would probably never go away and she accepted it has a concrete block. Immovable and sustainable as the regenerative bipedal specimen she is. He said before that he was a ********. An asshole. Then why would he do these things, and help where he did not necessarily need to? Did he know himself? "A little, bit. Can, I try?" She made a vague gesture with her head to his hands. She could practice, begin to commit it inside of that array of fragmented atoms in her skull.

Doc: “Of course.” He gave her a crooked closed lip smirk. He released her hand. He was drawn to Lucretia. She was, in her own way open to learning and experiencing new things. So many of the young let the power of being a vampire overrule everything else. They acted arrogantly as though they had nothing left to learn, that they knew all, by the mere act of dying in human form and waking as a vampire. But not Lucretia. She saw the world with a unique perspective, one that he wanted to know more about. Often when he found himself in a routine, or a rut, it was being forced to see things from a different viewpoint that opened the creative thought process. Lucretia was his muse in that respect. She taught him things, he would have overlooked, and in turned she was eager to learn and experience new things as well. Her delight in learning things clearly showed in her face, whether she was aware of it or not. He found her presence pleasing. As much as Phoenix threatened him if he hurt her, he too would kill someone if they harmed her. Lucretia had nothing to fear from him.

Pyper: They moved like the delicate legs of an arachnid, the prints ginger as they cradled one of his hands. What did their feeling remind her of? Lucretia still couldn't find a word, a thing that accurately pinpointed the brazen surface of the palms of his hands, of the topmost flesh that were ridged with veins. The slender curvatures of the hitchhikers thumb made an indentation where she estimated the same spot to be. It made uncertain circular patterns but they alternated clockwise and counterclockwise. Her index worked in synchronicity, putting the same impression to the peak of his hand as the thumb nudged the underside. "Like, this? And, this worked, for you?" Perhaps the next time he tumbled into a state of blazing agitation she could disarm it, if she remembered how to.

Doc: “Yes.. exactly like that.. You are a quick study. And it did work for me when I was in University. I have not thought of it in years, until I saw you tense up. The memory came back. Ironic what we remember and why, isn’t it?” The truth be known Doc had several relaxation techniques he used. Each for a different set of agitation. Some were to relieve physical, some mental stress, some a combination of the two. Then there was anger management. Which he found was getting harder and harder for him to control. He had calmed down quite a bit from his blow up with Phoenix earlier, but that was mostly due to Lucretia forcing his attention away from the subject of Phoenix and on to something else.

Pyper: "You, use your hands, for work. A lot." Compared to hers their crevices were worn and coarse. "Mine, don't feel like, these." They weren't unpleasant to have them scratch her. Facial hair had the same sting to it, it tickled before it made any sort of discomfort. It felt nice, it tingled. The lap her fingers made slow, halting as she began to inspect his hands. Inspect them thoroughly since she's had no time before.

Doc: He allowed her to look, touch, inspect his hands as she wanted. “I do. I found that I prefer to do most things myself, if I can. I dislike asking for help. Not because I am too proud.. but rather, I want to try it myself first. I can be single minded until I figure something out.” He watched her as she inspected his hands. “Mechanics, taking things apart and putting them back together, I understand that. Removing a limb, an organ, repairing a tear, easy. Given enough time to practice. But what I cannot do telepathy like you and Phoenix can. I’ve tried. Its ******* frustrating as hell that I cannot even grasp the concept.”

Pyper: It was confusing for her to understand the things she was capable of naturally. There was the history of her accidental attacks on other lineage members due to her misunderstanding of what it meant when her mind worked further than the average human's. Yet not the way other Telepaths did. Everyone had their perspectives but she found a gravitational pull to very specific people. People like Charles, people like Calix and Roman. Paige, and Phoenix. None of their mental theories or knowledge aligned perfectly parallel. "It, is good some times, to have, help. Less, anger. When you, can't do, something. You learn, change for preference. You create, something for you. Powers. Mine, I do not, know all. How to, use. When to. I have, to search. See, further. I, made that man, that night. Do, the things I said. He, had no mind. In that moment."

Doc: “You were able to take over his mind?” He gave that comment some thought. “I have flattered, cajoled people that normally wouldn’t agree to do anything for me.. But to actually take over their mind. No. That is beyond me.” He shook his head. “I doubt I will ever get it. Maybe I am not meant to. Maybe I need to learn to control my emotions first. Seems logical that until I can do that, anything more is wishful thinking.

“You adapt well. If you struggle you do not let it show. Even the other night with the body. You didn’t panic. You made a plan and you executed, you didn’t let the emotions tie you down to inactivity. So for all the stimulus you have going at any given time, you do a great job of not letting it show that it wears on you.”

Pyper: "It is, not, that way, alone." She didn't show anyone the nights that she cried. They have been few and far between. Or the agitation, aside from the few flowering months of her prolonged status of death. Phoenix witnessed and was subject to those times. The yelling, the baseless accusations. They still came but they were more controlled. More internal, than they were before. Charles wasn't aware, and many other people close to her never saw those pieces. She hid them, and well, because people choose to have their secrets and she selected her emotions to be her own.

Doc: "It never is. We all pick and choose what others see. We have our public face.. and then there is who we really are. Usually only a select really ever see that. Well In my case.. it is increasingly harder for me to control my anger." He nodded. "The fact it erupts in front of people.. is enough to set me off as well. But I am working on it."

Pyper: "It, is interesting to see. Your anger. It rise." Admittance on the smidgen of pleasure she derived from his temper welled up some guilt. It shouldn't have been right. It wasn't right and that was something she could recognize, but it didn't make it any less true, in her view.

Doc: "It can be frustrating.. because I can be fine.. then it's like someone flipped a switch. And I loose control. It happens more with Phoenix, than anyone else." He sighed, he still needed to tell her.

Pyper: "Phoenix, is that way. With me." Her temper was a very familiar friend. The mistakes Pyper made were normally the catalyst. Her hands came away from his. She could practice on Ethy, or Roman tonight.

Doc: "I doubt it is the same.. Phoenix goes out of her way to push my buttons. Like when she summoned me for no reason, and then said, 'Oh you're wearing pants, never mind.'" He seethed just retelling it. "What gives her that ******* right? IF anyone has ******* rights it would be me! But you don't see me" He stopped abruptly. He counted. He was quiet for a long moment. "Apologies."

Pyper: Lucretia didn't say anything, and she hardly moved. She watched, she tried to understand. "Because, she thought, we were, having sex." Phoenix had this idea that didn't connect in Pyper's mind. "She asked, me a lot, of questions about. My feelings, towards, you. What I feel." It was after his apology that she chided up. He didn't need to apologize so it was overlooked.

Doc: ". It is none of her ******* business. . You aren't stupid. . I wouldn't do that to you. She should give us both some ******* credit."

Pyper: "You would, not have, sex with me." She was trying to follow his words and found that she was bleeding their meanings together. So she reiterated for clarity sake.

Doc: "Not like Phoenix was implicating. It isn't something I would just drag you into, which is what Phoenix is thinking. Its like dancing.. that man may lead.. but its the female that calls the shots. So No I wouldn't. Not like that."

Pyper: "I, call the, shots." No one had ever bluntly vocalized that with her. "I, will, remember. For later, for when I feel, ready. With a person. If ever. "

Doc: "Yes. Precisely that Lucretia. YOU call the shots. Not them .. You. Which is another reason I am annoyed at Phoenix, for her not trusting you to stand up for yourself." He looked at her pointedly, "If you do not want to you say no and if he pushes you.. you ******* kill him. If you need help.. I will help you kill him."

Pyper: People viewed her as a childe. Jesse had been one to still see her as such but not hold any pity for her. He never babied her like most of the other acquaintances in her life. "I, am young. A girl. To people. They, do not think. Or know that, I sometimes, think about sex. Not, very much. Not anymore. Couples, they fail. It is, a consistent pattern."

Doc: "Yes you are young. Of course you think about sex, you wouldn't be normal if didn't think about sex, but you are naive. And that is not a bad thing. But it does make you a target. And you are small, you could be easily overpowered. So that a man can take advantage of you. Some men don't care about what is right and wrong. They just care about themselves. That is what Phoenix was thinking *I* was doing to you."

Pyper: There was a line that made right and wrong very strict in their definitions. The nurses said that there was no grey area in morality. Pyper wondered whether they counted the line itself. The inside of it. "I, have trained. Stronger, than I, appear. To people. They forget." A hand touched the outside of his arm. The nails stroked, they were growing out because she wasn't picking at them anymore. "I, know, you wouldn't. Be like those, men, Charles."

Doc: "Thank you. Because I would not do that to you." His hands flex absently, "It's insulting that she would think that of either of us.." He looked at her, "I know you are stronger than you look. But when we fall really hard, its when we think we are invincible. When we think we cannot be beaten."

Pyper: Phoenix struck hard, with her assumptions about the two of them. Lucretia took in the effect, filtered it through her eyes and stored them in her brain. Does Charles become angry when he is hurt? Or was it dependent, and relative? "I will, know, now. Because, you told me. It will, not happen. I will, be careful. Calix says, men, can be, stupid."

Doc: "Yes they can. And kicking them in the groin.. will slow them down when they are ******* stupid." He drew a deep breath and let it out slow. "I was going to take you to Lab in the sewers."

Pyper: "We, can go, another time. I liked, talking. About this. I learn, a lot. From our, talks." She didn't mind, it was likely she'll find herself there again to look around. See if she could see traces of mental imprints in the room.

Doc: Doc raked a hand through his hair. She had seen his anger, He had barely repressed it. He obsessed and ranted about it, then he had asked to electrocute her and now she was trying to politely extricate herself from his presence. He swallowed and smiled tiredly, "Alright. Another time then." Of course she learned a lot. She learned she wanted to avoid him.

Pyper: The way her eyes ping ponged in her head meant that she couldn't read the situation. That the blond was searching for.. something. An elusive thing. One that her grasp wasn't quite right, and it slipped through her palms. "What, will you do, with your night?" She knew that he was busy. Could be busy. She didn't want to stay if he had work.

[Pyper]

"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

Doc: "Think. I will ruminate and hope for an epiphany."

Pyper: "Brood." It was a word she read in a book. The dictionary gave her a definition. She found it fitting when she imagined the way he looked when he thought by himself.

Doc: “Yes.. I will brood."

Pyper: "Is, brooding. The act. Negative?"

Doc: "It can be. It doesn't have to be."

Pyper: "Will, yours be?"

Doc: "I hope not, because I need a solution."

Pyper: "You, can call. If you, need, help. Will, you?"

Doc: "Honestly? I have a hard time asking for help. Always have." he loosened then pulled his tie off, "And in this case.. you would want to help.. but the other party wouldn't see it that way."

Pyper: "You, could be, vague. Like before. Leave, essential. Details, out. Just, talk. I won't, attend, meetings." Hypothetical situations had their benefits. She used them to look at all angles of the situations brought to her immediate attention.

Doc: "I found out I have a biological child. Who is an adult. I never knew."

Pyper: "Is it, good. Or, bad? That you, have a child."

Doc: "The Child is years old. An adult. And I do not know who the mother even was."

Pyper: "So, they, do not know, either."

Doc: "No..I have to tell them."

Pyper: "You, cannot, be angry." It would exacerbate the situation. Many patients had interactions where one's emotions affected the other. Conversations outside of the hospital proved to be like that as well.

Doc: "I know.. that is part of the problem. I know they will get angry... then I Will get angry.."

Doc: He had played the scenes over and over in his head. He always died.

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December 24, 2014
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Pyper: Nevaeh could always find a person for her. Tonight, she asked her for the location of Charles, where he was. What the place looked like. She could find him by those details, and she had. Slipping into the mall, Lucretia went store by store until their insides matched the images Nevaeh shared with her. Two Telepaths had the potential to be quite mischievous. "Hello, Charles," she said to his back.

Doc: Doc turned at the sound of her voice, "Lucretia.. " he grinned in reflex, as he didnt expect to see her. "You waited too late to shop too huh? I hate the ******* mall. People are getting whatever I can buy.. here. its close to the exit."

Pyper: She hadn't shopped at all. Lucretia often paid little mind to the day, and dates mean less. She no longer had to quantify time. She wanted to wait, and give people gifts fitting for them. "No, I wanted, to see. You. So, Nevaeh, found you. Showed me." To someone with an average understanding of social cues, this might have seemed like the characteristics of a stalker.

Doc: Doc grinned crookedly, "Really? You went to all that trouble? WHy?" He had thought he had scared her off. But here she was hunting him down. At the -mall-. The Mall. No one came to the ******* unless they were desperate.

Pyper: A hand instinctively rose up and the space between her thumb and forefinger cradled the necklace. She had done her best to provide a matching outfit. The amber dress had frayed and ribboned ends. The overcoat was black, made of jean material. Her moccasins black, as well. "I, wanted, to say thank you. Properly." The few steps it took to bridge the gap, she came up on her toes in order to reach her lips to his cheek.

Doc: 'You are quite welcome, Lucretia." He gave a lopsided smile. "I saw it.. it reminded me of your dress. I knew you had to have it. And you wear it well. I am glad you like you." He was going to say she didn't have to tell him in person. But then he decided not to. He liked her company. The mall didn't seem so fiendish now.

Pyper: Her feet sat back down flat, and there was a single step back. To keep space. She hasn't been able to judge the amount of space that Charles required to have. And for how long. "Me, too." She looked over the counter, eyes lingering over the merchandise. "That, place, you took me. Water, facility. I saw, something there. Fadebeast."

Doc: 'They can be nasty.. they can **** you up.. Unless you are fast.. you might be able to avoid being hit. But they do need to be dealt with. If you take one on and you can't kill it.. it still needs to be put down. Let someone else know. Like Nix.. She can take it out."

Pyper: "I, had my sword. Simone, made it, for me. I, didn't get, it. Ran. I want to, go back. I want, new, materials. To work with." Although the blond reflected numerous times about quitting the job in the future, it still qualified as her only definitive hobby.

Doc: *Surreptitiously, he slid a gun out of his jacket and moved it into her overcoat. "Next time.. try that. If your aim is lousy.. run.. but get more ammo and practice until your aim isn't lousy.. got it?"

Pyper: Her hand overlapped his and then loosened his grip in order to take the gun. "I, have it." Her face wrinkles a little, she's thinking of how to best convey what she wanted to say to him. "I am, sorry, that Phoenix believes, bad. In you. I don't see, it, Charles. I have, trust. Inside you." The gun was foreign in her hand.

Doc: The smile he gave was genuine, he leaned forward and whispered, "Head shots are best,.. that leave the rest of the body free of damage." He winked quickly, "And She and I.. well we will have our come to jesus talk.. soon I think.."

Pyper: "She said, you have, done bad things." She studied his smile but her reactionary grin smooths out in seconds. His lips almost never pull evenly on both sides. They quirked, but it was still held its aesthetic appeal. It had character in it. "What bad things, Charles? Bad, things, like what she, thought? About us."

Doc: "She thinks I have taken.. or will take advantage of you.. I wont. But she thinks I will." He stopped, dropped his voice some. "I am not a nice person. Couldn't be if I tried. I ruin everything I touch. She knows this. She doesn't want you ruined. I understand it.. but it still pisses me off."

Pyper: Lucretia didn't say anything for a full minute. They touched. Would there have been a physical blemish? Maybe it was a power he wasn't aware of. Her arms lifted and turned, being inspected. "No. You do not, ruin." It wasn't a thing that begged for a discussion. What she said, she believed to be a plain fact. "I, have things. Wrong, with me. Defects. I was, ruined. Before."

Doc: "You are perfect. Noise in your head, and all. Perfect. You see with a specialness that no one can see. You have an insight, that belies your youthfulness. You see things with a fresh outlook. You aren't jaded. Time has not harmed your view. That is what She is trying to protect."

Pyper: Most people wouldn't look at Pyper and come up with the word perfect. She didn't look at herself and feel the word naturally begin to form in her mouth. The desire to be like everyone else had been an obsession. The speech therapy with the copies, the tools he gave to her to help her stitching lines. All to put her at the same level as she perceived everyone else to hover. "I can, protect. My things, myself. She, forgets."

Doc: Doc resisted the urge to brush her hair back, "There is always someone bigger and stronger out there. And some of them are bullies. She sees me as a bully. She sees you as her baby. Mothers get fiercely protective of their babies. I understand it. I agree with it.. except that .. I like you. I enjoy your presence. She sees that.. as a negative. I know I wont hurt you. You know this. So I think for now.. we can't let her know."

Pyper: Somewhere something didn't fit together. There was a bump in what should have been a straightforward conversation. "Let, her know, what?" That was that jigsaw cut out she had blindly felt around for playing back what he said before she asked.
Doc: "That you spend time with me. She wont like it. But it is your call."

Pyper: Not tell Phoenix? Maybe Phoenix wouldn't ask about Charles again. She could wait. Deal with it when she did ask. "I, don't have, to say anything. About us, spending time."

Doc: "I shouldn't have said that to you. She's your sire. You should not keep anything from her." He smirked ruefully, "See what I mean.. bad influence.."

Pyper: "Someone, said, that all. People, have secrets. Why am I, not allowed to?" Her fingers could have brushed over his mouth. To make another expression.

Doc: "If you have secrets.. those are yours.. and yours alone. I .. am not going to force my secrets on you. We shouldn't hide our time together. Because .. I have a secret that when it comes out.. You may not feel the same way. So .. " He nodded, "I apologize.. again." In that moment he did realize why Phoenix worried. **** him.

Pyper: Lucretia didn't see the importance of the secret. It was a thing out of her reach, smoke that gusts away from the pull of her hands. "I would not, think it would, matter. I will, wait. To see. Will you, tell me, after you tell it? To the person."

Doc: "Yes. After I tell Phoenix."

Pyper: "Okay. Are, we still, going to go, back to the lab. Next, Tuesday?"

Doc: 'Yes.. if that is your wish. Absolutely. Do you need me to collect a specimen for you?"

Pyper: "Yes, I would, like that. What, will you bring?"

Doc: 'What would you prefer? Male or female? Big or small? I aim to please."

Pyper: Lucretia had a person in mind. A specific person but he'd not be able to obtain. "Female. Three inches, taller. Than me."

Doc: "That is very specific.. ' He grinned deviously, "Do you have someone in mind?" He canted his head, "You have a photo?"

Pyper: Her mouth curved. It was contagious. Yes. Someone in, there. That, is where, the photo is. In my head." Her conscious flexed a little, it prepared.

Doc: "You are going to have to give it to me.. and tell me where you say her.. So I have something to go on?"

Pyper: She branched out, bore a picture of a woman into his skull. To nestle there, be remembered.
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Doc: He stiffened slightly as he got the memory. "Alright.. I got her.. where can I find her?"

Pyper: "Grounds, that have lions. Wolves. The woods." She had been hiking the first night. She took photographs of the animals, and vegetation.

Doc: "Alright I will endeavor to locate and detail her. If shes in the wilderness.. no one will even know shes gone."

Pyper: "Thank you, Charles. I, should, go home. See Ethy, check his, wheels."

Doc: "And I shall go have a talk with someone.."

Pyper: "I, hope that it, goes well. You, can send. Me a message. Update." Her hands came out, pulled him by his jacket. For a hug. That was socially appropriate upon departure.

Doc: Doc returned her hug. "I will send you a message. I promise."

Pyper: She removed herself from him, began to make sure she had all of her things. "Goodnight, Charles. I am, wishing you, luck." The blond traced a thumb over the outlines of the gun in her coat. As two moccasins scuffed along the floor of the shop to cart her to the exit, she wondered how different the gun would be to her blade. The door clapped air out from its threshold as it closed behind her.

Doc: He watched her leave, and then quietly followed her.. at a distance to make sure she make it where she was going safely.

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December 25, 2014
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Doc: *text* Hi Lucretia, I spoke to the person about the situation. I should tell you too.

Pyper: [ Text Message from: Pyper ] I thought you would wait longer.

Doc: *text* I thought I would too. But I felt it needed to be done. It is hard to know something, and keep it quiet, when you have given your word your would share it.

Pyper: [ P ] That is a good quality that a person can have. Are you ready to share it now? I will practice more patience and wait if you are not ready.

Doc: *Text* No I promised as soon as I told the person.. you would be next. It was information about Phoenix.

Pyper: [ P ] Phoenix is biologically yours.

Doc: *text* She told you?

Pyper: [ P ] No. You gave me a vague account of your situation the night of the party.

Doc: Doc mulled this over. He wasn't sure how she connected that but.. alright. *text* How do you feel about that?

Pyper: Lucretia knew that Charles said he had a daughter. That daughter wasn't aware of her biological origins. Phoenix's name was the first to be brought up during this conversation about his secret. It wasn't so much that she knew but that it was a logical assumption to make. [ P ] How should I feel?

Doc: *Text* You should feel however you feel the need to feel. *He wanted to add more; tell her to not hate him; tell her he hadn't known about Phoenix presence; tell her had not not knowingly abandoned her. But he did not want to color her reaction based on his needs.*

Pyper: [ P ] I do not see how it directly should affect how I feel. I am not biologically Phoenix's offspring. I know that, there are things outside of control. Our control. I should wait, and consider how I feel.

Doc: *text* Alright. I get that. She needs time too. It's not the news she wanted.

Pyper: [ P ] I think I made her uncomfortable.

Doc: *text* Most likely.. it wasn't you per se. It was reaction setting in most likely.

Pyper: [ P ] Oh. She asked if I saw your penis.

Doc: He smirked in relief. *Text* Ah. She gave me a weapon, named 'My Penis'. It is actually a really nice weapon. I have been asking people to hold it.

Pyper: [ P ] That is a strange name to give to a weapon. I said I have not. I talked about your hands. Then she excused herself and stopped replying to me.

Doc: *text* Perhaps she was relieved?

Pyper: [ P ] Maybe. I cannot tell with typed words. I cannot see her face.

Doc: *text* Yes i understand that.

Pyper: [ P ] We will still see each other though? To go to the underground space next week.

Doc: relief swept through him *Text* Absolutely.

Pyper: Lucretia smiled from her end. In the time between, however, she did need to put more thought into everything. Phoenix had asked why she did not have an attraction to Charles the same way she had Roderic. She didn't know, and that was only because she had not thought about it. Perhaps it was time to mull over the facts to make sense of them. [ P ] Good. I want you to show me everything.

Doc: *text* It will be my pleasure.

Pyper: [ P ] Tuesday. I have a question. Then I would like to find my way back home.

Doc: *text* Tuesday it is. Ask.

Pyper: [ P ] I don't always make the right connection. You will always be direct with me, won't you?

Doc: *text* Yes. I will be direct with you.

Pyper: [ P ] You are not attracted to me.

Doc: *text* Not in that way, No. I enjoy your company. I like seeing your reactions to things.

Pyper: [ P ] Okay. I understand.

Doc: *text* You do not see me that way.. do you?

Pyper: [ P ] I am unsure.

Doc: He pondered this. but honestly, she was far better off not thinking of him in that manner. *text* I am too ******* old for you.

Pyper: [ P ] Does age matter when it affects you less now? Effects me less now.

Doc: *text* In years .. no. Now.. yes. It does. You need to experience first love with someone your age. Not a fossil like me.

Pyper: [ P ] I need to? Who is requiring this of me? If it is better, I will not think more on it. I did with Roderic and we do not speak or visit as much now. I do not want that to happen now.

Doc: *text* My word 'need'. No one is requiring anything of you. I am going by the fact .. you will have more in common with someone young.

Pyper: [ P ] I am not like people my age.

Doc: *text* No.. you aren't. I think that is why I like you.

Pyper: [ P ] I should not think more on this, should I?

Doc: *text* You should not obsess on it. Obsessing is never good. There is noting wrong with thinking.

Pyper: [ P ] What is the distinction?

Doc: *text* Obsession is where you think of nothing else. Thinking is you think on it .. then move on.

Pyper: [ P ] I did that before. I will think of something else. I asked about my gun. I want to test it tomorrow.

Doc: *text* Good. You need to practice in order to get proficient with it. Zombies are good easy slow targets to start with.

Pyper: [ P ] I need ammo for it. I should buy that first.

Doc: *text* Yes, or Blake could get you some.

Pyper: [ P ] I like to get my own things.

Doc: He grinned, *text* As do I.

Pyper: [ P ] I collected pelts. I went to the place for hunters. In the woods. Still there. Cleaning the fur.

Doc: *text* You are taking them down with a blade alone?

Pyper: [ P ] Yes. The ones in the sewers are harder. I miss, half of the time.

Doc: *Text* I am impressed. Well done.

Pyper: [ P ] I can show you.

Pyper: [ P ] Phoenix says not to. People see it as an attack.

Doc: *text* She says not to.. what?

Pyper: [ P ] Demonstrate abilities.

Doc: *text* Not if you warn them. However, perhaps I am unaware of the type of power which you have and use.

Pyper: [ P ] That is why I want to show you what I am able to. Little by little.

Doc: *text* As long as you warn me.. I will not see it as an attack.

Pyper: [ P ] I will, before I do.

Doc: *text* At that point I will recall this conversation.

Pyper: [ P ] I have to go. Find the way back to my apartment.

Doc: *Text* Be safe Lucretia.

Pyper: [ P ] You too. I will see you soon, Charles.