mind raped?? [pru]

[Mordechai]

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


Mordechai: The tall killer sat silently in the corner of the High Noon Saloon office. It was time for another motorcycle lesson for Pru, and he was waiting for her to finish up the evenings paperwork. He sat with the silent immobility of an accomplished sniper, as tho waiting for the perfect shot. As Pru began to shuffle the papers as if finished his deep bass growled out, resonating in the small office. "So what is up with you and the Dragomir Azraeth?"

Prudence: She was doing work, ordering things and deep in paper work when she heard his voice. She looked up and just gave him a blank stare with a roll of her shoulders. "Sorry, what? What am I ordering?" Prudence obviously didn't hear what he said, being distracted by this ordering business. Running a business sucked balls. Big time.

Mordechai: A smile tugged at his lips as his eyes ran over the distracted red head and the desk full of paper work. "You need a secretary. I am not sure if you are ordering him, but the question was, 'what is up with you and the Dragomir Azraeth' ''

Prudence: Prudence put the paper work aside and nodded her head. A secretary. Did businesses like this have that? It was a good suggestion. "Know anyone?" She asked before Prudence frowned at the question. "Uhh, nothing. What does that mean?"

Mordechai: "I am sure i could find you one, I have a very talented one working at midnight for me, she may have a friend" Pausing he chose his words carefully, "When you are near him, you seem, preoccupied" Thinking a bit more he continued, "I was surprised when you invited us to 'meet' them the other night."

Prudence: She smiles at him gratefully before biting down on her lower lip. "Uhh, nothing. I don't think." She shrugged again. "What do ya know about DoD and Superbia?"

Mordechai: The killer cocked an eyebrow at the question, "A little. You invited me into it, to help you with the fighting. Superbia was in overall charge, you handled the military aspects."

Prudence: She nodded her head. "And that's all you know about it and her?"

Mordechai: "I know what I saw, what I am not sure of is what you are looking for." Giving her his full attention now he queried, "You were one of the head people, you know all of it, what is it you need me to tell you?"

Prudence: "That's just it. I don't know all of it or any of it. Just what people have told me." She frowned. "There's spaces in my head, CC said. Things are missing."

Mordechai: A tinge of worry crossed Mordechai's face. Looking his friend straight in the eye, he studied her for a moment, "I have the abilities of the ones you call 'mind rapers'. With your permission, I can look, and ascertain. I do not trust anything CC says...."

Prudence: Prudence nodded her head. "Go ahead. He already knows too. He said things I supposedly should know, but I don't." She waved a hand for him to take a look.

Mordechai: Closing his eyes the killer reached out, slipping inside her mind. This was always an intimate action, the melding of minds, but he had no wish to cause her discomfort from him knowing her secrets, and as such did not look closely at any memories. Just carefully skimming the edges of them as he slid deeper and deeper inside her psyche. Month after month he slipped deeper, seeing no inconsistencies. Suddenly he paused, he was almost a year deep, some memories were frayed, she didn't remember them clearly, but there were also blank spots. Spots with nothing, almost surgically opened spaces where nothing existed. This was the timeframe, DoD at its height, and she remembered nothing. Carefully so as not to alter anything, Mordechai worked his way to the surface and slipped out of her mind. His eyes opened, focusing on her, "She told the truth" Shaking his head slightly he continued, "But it is not as though you forgot, they are gone as if they never were, just blank spots."

Prudence: "See?" She shrugged her shoulders. "So I always get the whole what DoD was and who Superbia was, but that's as far as I get. But they said we were close. When he was a she." Prudence frowned and pushed away from the desk with a sigh. "Someone should know something about that if it's true,. right?"

Mordechai: "Yes they should...but i am not sure who to ask, if it has todo with DoD, I would say ask Every, as she stayed the longest, trying to make it work, when Superbia disappeared... but if it has to do with your personal relationship, maybe talk to kennedy. You never share your personal life with me, but you did talk with CC and her a lot back then. I would not trust CC, she says what benefits her, the truth doesn't matter."

[Prudence]

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


Prudence: Prudence nodded her head. "Well, CC and I aren't really talking anymore. I think the whole me killing her thing kinda made us go our own ways." She frowned, then stood. "And I asked Kennedy and it seemed like she couldn't fill in the holes any better than CC could. That's why I invited ya all out. See if it would stir something up, up there." She pointed to her head with a laugh. "Maybe some things are just better not knowing?"

Mordechai: Mordechai considered her question for a bit, before slowly nodding in agreement. He could not conceive of not knowing something that was a part of him, but, maybe she was right, maybe it was something she was better off not knowing. "Okay, that might be so, but that leaves two present questions...Did that night shake anything loose? and... what is up with you and the Dragomir Azraeth?"

Prudence: "No." She shrugged her shoulders. "I saw him before then. In the woods and he said we were close. And mentioned DoD and some of the girls. And how he," She paused for a second, "how she died. Superbia and how she is now a he. Or he was always him. It's kind of confusing." She admitted with a small laugh. "And I don't know. I just, feel-" It was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't and wouldn't admit it. "stupid. Not knowing what they know." It wasn't what she wanted to say, but it was partially the truth.

Mordechai: He almost reached out to her. Almost touched her arm. He was new to this empathy thing, he seldom felt it, but there was something in the way she hesitated, something in the ways she called her self 'stupid' that brought a touch of empathy out, and even more so, anger. "Maybe you cant remember... because it wasn't good for you. As far as stupid...That is one thing you are not. If that ****** traumatized you, you are better off without knowing, and without him."

Prudence: Traumatized. Was it possible that Superbia or Azraeth or whoever they go by now had traumatized her? She hadn't thought that was a possibility, but now that he said that. Maybe she or he had. CC had said something. She said that Prudence had been different when Superbia was around. DIfferent than she was with Cliff. Happy. And then she disappeared and Prudence changed again. Had she been traumatized? "Oh." She frowned before playing with the strands or her red hair. "Yer probably right. If that's the case." She said with a small nod of agreement as she sighed. Was it possible? The guy that helped her in the woods and the guy that helped her organize her apartment had traumatized her? Was that why he had been so nice and helpful? "No. He didn't traumatize me." She suddenly said with a bit of anger to her voice. "I don't know why I don't remember, but he didn't traumatize me, Mordie. That's really fucked up to say." She stood up and took a deep breath in. "He's a really nice guy and when I'm around him, I feel like we were close, even if I don't remember it. That I am worth something to him. Even if it's not much more than what I'm worth to you. I feel a lot of ******* things because of him and I'm just trying to figure it all out, okay?" Prudence crossed her arms at her chest and stared down at her friend who was still sitting.

Mordechai: The anger in her voice did not bother him. He was only doing what needed to be done. He was offering possibilities. He listened as she continued explaining her thoughts. The killers face was blank has he rose from his seat, untill he towered over the titian haired killer. Reaching out his right hand, he clasp her right forearm, in an ancient warrior greeting. "Your worth to me is immeasurable. If it takes you time to figure it out, or if you never do, I will be where you need me. Shall we ride?"

Prudence: Prudence looked at Mordie's hand and smiled at him. She knew he was saying that because it's what friends did and because they were family, if not through their time in Sangue, but through Kennedy and even before that. They had a bond that dated back before Kennedy and CC. Back when she took him under her wing and they slept together in the docks and watched out for the other. "Yeah, yeah, ya big sap." She stuck her tongue out at him, then moved around the desk to give him a hug. "I'm sorry, I'm just frustrated. Sometimes I wish I could forget my time with Cliff, but that doesn't happen. But I can't remember **** about DoD, something that sounds cool, or the fact that I loved Superbia. How fucked up is that?" She shook her head and then let go of the large male. "Yuh, I think a ride would do some good. And offer a needed change of topic." She pushed the paper work inside a large folder on the desk, then flipped it upside down. "And ya know, I love ya too, right Mordie?" She nudged his shoulder with his fist before heading to the door of her office.