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ataraxionlogs2014-04-12 12:52 am
darkart) wrote in ataraxionlogs2014-04-12 12:52 am
( open ) show me how to lie
CHARACTERS: severus snape & a variety of people patient* enough to put up with his ass. (*maybe)
LOCATION: various.
WARNINGS: tba.
SUMMARY: open log for april.
NOTES: if you want to do something but can't think of an opener, feel free to send me a pm, i don't mind writing starters!
Maybe, Severus reflects as he stares down at his arm in the privacy of his small quarters, the whole department thing was a bad idea. SCI » 028 » 084. It inspires a kind of tired bitterness in him thinking about the advances muggles have made in science while wizardkind have hidden away and gotten very good at hovering in place. He remembers the American venture of Apollo 11, remembers the terror and wonder of it, nine years old and imagining if that's what these slow and dull creatures can do just think, just think, what's waiting for him in the world his mother comes from.
SCI. SEC. OPR. He imagines arrangements in three letters for other headings. For gravity management or temporal repair, for mysteries and healing. Science is such a lifeless word and here he is with it stamped next to another, older brand, both self-chosen in one way or another. Xenobiology is a joke and he knows it but his interest is real, and his determination is true - if he has to crowbar magic into this place with stubborn viciousness and arguments then so be it. He won't be trapped here otherwise and damn everyone who disbelieves or shrugs it off or rolls their eyes. They are incomplete people. They have to build machines to see just a fraction what he breathes and touches and manipulates. And he will not hide from them.
He works, both in the "safe" laboratory they've been shuffled to in accordance to security's fussing, and also up in the burned-out attic space of the forsaken genetics rooms. He senses the instability, but doesn't fear it. He cooks meals and occasionally tolerates company, he visits the gardens - for royalty or for his own version of hunting; he considers trying to plant things, has little aborted fantasies of potion-brewing, but doesn't go anywhere with it. He contemplates a dozen projects and, hell, maybe he'll do all of them. It's not like he's going anywhere anytime soon.
LOCATION: various.
WARNINGS: tba.
SUMMARY: open log for april.
NOTES: if you want to do something but can't think of an opener, feel free to send me a pm, i don't mind writing starters!
Maybe, Severus reflects as he stares down at his arm in the privacy of his small quarters, the whole department thing was a bad idea. SCI » 028 » 084. It inspires a kind of tired bitterness in him thinking about the advances muggles have made in science while wizardkind have hidden away and gotten very good at hovering in place. He remembers the American venture of Apollo 11, remembers the terror and wonder of it, nine years old and imagining if that's what these slow and dull creatures can do just think, just think, what's waiting for him in the world his mother comes from.
SCI. SEC. OPR. He imagines arrangements in three letters for other headings. For gravity management or temporal repair, for mysteries and healing. Science is such a lifeless word and here he is with it stamped next to another, older brand, both self-chosen in one way or another. Xenobiology is a joke and he knows it but his interest is real, and his determination is true - if he has to crowbar magic into this place with stubborn viciousness and arguments then so be it. He won't be trapped here otherwise and damn everyone who disbelieves or shrugs it off or rolls their eyes. They are incomplete people. They have to build machines to see just a fraction what he breathes and touches and manipulates. And he will not hide from them.
He works, both in the "safe" laboratory they've been shuffled to in accordance to security's fussing, and also up in the burned-out attic space of the forsaken genetics rooms. He senses the instability, but doesn't fear it. He cooks meals and occasionally tolerates company, he visits the gardens - for royalty or for his own version of hunting; he considers trying to plant things, has little aborted fantasies of potion-brewing, but doesn't go anywhere with it. He contemplates a dozen projects and, hell, maybe he'll do all of them. It's not like he's going anywhere anytime soon.
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[ He's not one hundred percent certain - it's impossible to be. It would be impossible to be even halfway sure without standing in the eye of the storm. But it's what his data points to and it's the working hypothesis he has for now. There is room for it to evolve or change completely. The thing is-- ]
And I wonder if that's where its heart is.
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The catwalk lurches against its suspension, droning at a regular pulse in counterbalance to Erik’s rise from the floor. Feet together, hands open, he ascends without invitation to lock down on Snape’s level.
Physically, at least.
Bass reverberation ceases with the first step he takes forward, casually domineering. He exudes confidence -- breathes it -- square about the jaw and broad across the shoulders, as if he thinks he has Severus cornered. ]
What dead zones? [ he wants to know, at closer range. Still on the approach. ]
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Outwardly there's no sign of alarm. Inwardly he shifts much of his awareness to where his eyes don't cover. ]
The massive ones throughout the core of the ship. [ Obviously. Where have you been, man. ] Where people go and do not return as themselves. Or so say the village elders.
[ A bit flat, that last. ]
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He wants to understand.
And also to get a better look at Snape and the steadiness of his regard, packaged as it is. Vulturesque.
The overall effect is not necessarily more flattering in the context of his intelligence.
At least he stops when he’s still out of arm’s length. ]
Have you tried sending anything alive?
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Up close, Severus is even less impressive to look at. He retains the presence of someone who's been through too much to flinch at anything, who's done too much to tolerate the feeble questioning of mere academic mortals, but he's hindered by just about everything else. Where Lehnsherr is well-balanced lines arranged in handsomely striking order, Snape is pallid and crooked and too thin, not very tall, with spiderlike fingers and teeth and nails victim to smoking too many cigarettes and soaking too often in potion fumes.
He would say he values other things. But sometimes there's just no helping genetics.
(Ha, ha.) ]
Not yet. Shepard is sending in teams. Half a dozen of them.
[ He told her he wants to help. He wants to take notes on her test subjects. ]
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Up close, Snape looks like a dying spider bound up in a nest of its own legs.
Erik doesn’t look like he especially cares beyond the beat required to reconcile the smaller man’s appearance with his posture. The tone of their interaction so far. The notes on the table.
There’s locomotive weight behind his lock back into eye contact.
He’s speaking with Snape’s brain. ]
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[ His gaze is black. His irises are nearly the same shade as his pupils, only separating via the appearance of texture if the light hits him just right. He doesn't look away, or even begin to waiver.
It's not that he isn't susceptible to Men Like Erik. He just bloody knows better. (But so do people who eat at McDonald's, probably, and it's not like Magneto's a sorcerer.) ]
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[ For science.
Besides: ]
I’ve been lost in the corridors before.
[ He steps back as he says so. ] If they aren’t equipped with recording devices any observations they report will be suspect.
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... As down as it can be, in given circumstances, but down. In that way, it's handy to have technology and magic at hand. They'll be trying to run backup after backup.
He has his doubts. ]
Page me if you decide to go back.
[ The edge of flippancy. ]
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[ The one step back hasn’t done much to reduce the soul-vacuum of his stare -- underlit as he is, his eyes glance clear cut as glass. The momentum of his retreat has stopped dead, pending an answer.
It’s obvious he has the sense Snape already knows who he is. ]
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[ His full name and title won't make it any easier to find him via the network, nor identify his position in relation to Charles. There's no-one else with that particular name on board, and aside from brief, buried mentions in long conversations, the only time it's been pointedly mentioned in public has been courtesy of the xenogen department announcement.
He's a reclusive, asocial bastard, and yes, he knows who Erik is. Even without being physically present, he looms behind Charles at every other turn. ]
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Severus will do fine.
At the end of the walk, he vaults over the rail and drops off the side. There’s another jolt when he catches himself just short of landing, metal still trembling long after he’s trailed back out into the wild. ]