Field Work (Open)

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro sat on a cold concrete ledge, looking out at some of the other vistors. His mind was ever racings and calculating probabilities, theories and people's thoughts. Emro recalled a book and movie he once read. Stephen King's The Stand. A post apacolyptic book. People of good heart were led to a holy land, and people of a filthy heart were led to another spot. Was this mansion like that book. Were they all led here? What hidden plans were being formed within these walls? Another question people might ask, is Emro's mind ever at peace? No. it is constantly roaming and poking for answers to thousands of questions. Like a quote once said. "When one door closes, thousands are opened." Oh and Emro solved the meaning of life. The meaning is to find meaning. Find a purpose in life. That is the meaning to it.

Emro snapped out of his deep thought and looked around. Voices were still in his head. Stupid power. Well, atleast I can drown them out with my deep thinking. Hoorah. Well, lets give this power a whirl

Early that day, Emro had found a girl, and long story short. What ever she is, alien, zombie, powered human, Emro believes she gave him a power; A mental power. The minds were his to warp, to read, to toy with. His studies on the human mind are also furthered.

Emro zeroed in on a man in his thirties, or looked to be. Who knows how old he is? He wondered what else he could do with this power. He could hear their thoughts. Maybe he could read their memories? Or even erase them...Erasing memories...He could help people with painful pasts, by simply getting rid of them. Like a doctor getting rid of a disease. The memories were just an emotional disease.

Emro pulled out a note pad and began writing down what was on his mind. Pages were being filled quickly as he just sat there watching the man like a hawk. Everything else was just a blur to him.

Then, Emro entered his mind and a bird like symbol flashed on his right eye. Thoughts were running through his own head, as the man's mind was a book for Emro, or even a movie. Everything was flying by, chapters of this man's life. His triumpths and his fails. But what should Emro do? He hadn't mastered his new found power. There was a single memory that the man was holding onto, dead weight, the memory of his cruel father. What if..what if Emro made it disappear, all those time he would beat him. Emro invisioned the memory being erased, and it did.

Emro began documenting the new branch of the ability, memory manipulation.

He closed his eyes, this was a strain on his own brain. Emro massaged his temples. "So many doors still opened. I must continue, but my brain hurts right now."

[Apple]

Apple had been wandering around the mansion not really finding any true destination, neither was she really going anywhere, just wandering as if a deranged little clueless girl. She always had that ridiculous blank, zoned out expression and she hadn't mind, it made it so that people wouldn't bother her with useless questions or anything along those lines that would distract her from occupying an empty Mistress or Master bedroom---only to play her MMO's of course---Apple was day dreaming about her latest adventure on her latest version of Fly Knight MMO, when she found herself outside and stopped in front of a person seating neatly on the concrete ledge.

Her expression changed from blank to slightly intrigued as she stared at the back of the stranger. Without much thought her foot extended and tapped him on the spine with her booted toe. "Oi, what's yer problem just gazing out like that." Her statement should have been a question but the way she said it made it sound more like a matter-of-fact type of sentence. Apple's green gaze landed on the back of his head, taking in his appearance for lack there of seeing as she could only make out the hair color, length, and an assumption of height and weight. Apple had her foot still connected to the spine of his back, not really caring to move it nor really actually caring for that matter at all.

Her interest soon became fogged by Fly Knight and she day dreamed yet again. Thinking only of that lovely little MMO and how she could level up to fifty-seven in a short span of hours thanks to her dim witted partner in crime, dr77kraze. Apple was thinking of the lovely new armor she could get, the shinny goodness ready to melt in her hands like chocolate. Just thinking about the shinny fake metal of gold on her MMO character was making her drool in an amazed daze. Her mouth became dry and she blinked out of her day dream, wiped away her invisible drool with the large sleeve of her even larger shirt. The hem coming down below her knees making it more of a dress rather than a shirt. Obliviously borrowed but from who's closet? Apple moved her foot just then and harshly patted the stranger's head. She wasn't sure if he was dead in the head or maybe he was too focused on something.

But the fact that she was intrigued made her wonder why exactly she even bothered with this guy in the first place. That thought took on her mental process and her hand was sort of stuck on the stranger's head as she went blank again and was lost in thought. "Maybe because I'm tired of the usual, running around stealing internet and memory space? Ha, ha."

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro had heard the thoughts of the girl behind him. Blue hair, looks to be twelve or thirteen, and has a name that is also a fruit. He had gathered that information from her mind, but he chose to not acknowledge her. Why? Because Emro was lost in his thoughts. Theories and such were filling and processing through his mind, and he paid no attention.

He felt her push him with her foot, Emro just rocked forward and then went back to neutral. Then he was torn away from thinking when she patted him on his head, as if he was a dog. Emro blinked twice. He turned his whole body around, so his white and red eye stared at her. His pale skin made him look like vampire. (Emro's choice in black clothing didn't help much either.) A pale quartz necklace hung from around his neck, and he just smiled friendly at her.

Emro began gathering her features. Such a young girl, but her mind has been around for alot longer than she gives off. He would have to probe her mind later, later when his head wasn't pounding from his constant use. It was like a new toy, you keep playing and playing.

"There is no problem. I'm gazing out because I like to watch, to study, to observe. My mind is never at rest, because this world has so much to offer. Think of me as a computer, constantly processing. The name is Emro Deucalion." And he stood to hold out his black gloved hand.

[Apple]

Apple blinked two times to consider what he said, "A computer . . . Computer . . ." The word vibrated in her head, and her mental process took on another crazy path to another even crazier pathetic possibility. She took his hand but only to examine it, looking at it up and down, all around, before a slightly hint of disappointment broke her plain exterior. "You lie, you aren't a computer." She still held onto his hand as if hoping she missed a button or switch and maybe if she looked further there would be one where he'd automatically turn into some computer.

Apple ignored his hand and started to pat his body, starting from his face to his waist before getting a bit irritated. "Where is your switch?" She growled lightly, mainly whispering the question to herself as she knelt briefly to pat at his legs and then his shoes before quickly straightening and walking around him to poke an index finger to his rump. "Tell me, you said you were a computer." Her voice couldn't help but keep on revealing a growl as the irritation continued to simmer. Though her expression hadn't changed at all.

The blue haired girl then stood in front of him and barely glared at him, "Explain." She demanded a little ticked by the way she disappointed herself with not finding the button or switch. "Computer, computer, computer, MMO's!!!!" The words continued to roll through her mind like a constant reminder of flashing lightening and blistering thunder. She curled her upper lip in a slight snarl as she waited for him to explain to her exactly why he wasn't changing into the computer she so desired.

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro arched a brow as she took his hand and studied it. Does she actually believe I am a computer. It was only a figure of speech. He had heard her thoughts running through his own mind, all that was showing up was "computers." Emro wondered if she was highly obsesed with computers.

Emro started moving around as she was patting him down, like at airports. "Stop that!" He said moving away from her and then jumped as she poked his butt. Did he say something wrong? Was she a recovering computer addict or something?

Computer, computer, computer, MMO's!!!! Ran through his mind again. Emro guessed it was a bad analogy. This girl was an addict.

A loud sigh escaped his lips as he stood up. "Fine, I will explain." Emro dusted himself off and ran his hand through his dyed hair.

"I was only using an analogy. I'm like a computer, because I constantly process things. I find it fun to sit, stare and think. To dwell on ideas. To watch people and make assumptions on them by the way they act. Like right now, you are a computer obsessed pre-teen. You probably are obsessed with those online roleplaying games."

Emro wasn't going to reveal his new found ability. Yet.

[Apple]

Apple watched with that simple expression that seemed to be a common look as Emro explained himself after the frenzy of squirming from her probing fingers. She seemed not to really be listening as he explained but then she suddenly spoke with a fierce attitude, "Bwahaha!! That was a nice joke, now . . . " Apple went right on back to patting him again and poking his butt, she wasn't convinced and either that was her being the typical idiot she was or maybe she was too stubborn and hadn't had her daily dose of illegal net time.

"Just turn into a computer and let me play MMO's, darn you!" She thought as she poked and prodded. Apple then wrapped her arms around his waist as if preventing him from running away as she wrapped her legs around his ankles and sat her butt on the concrete. "I will not let you go 'til I see you become a computer." Apple glared at his thigh furiously with determination waiting for him to "transform" into the crazy thing she was day dreaming about.

Her grip was weak but tight all in the same, which was a strange combination. She clutched at his clothes and gripped as hard as she could without falling back and embarrassing herself, not that she was capable of being embarrassed. "Show me." She whispered almost in a plea. Sure she was MMO obsessed but an addict was going a bit too far, she just simply passed her boredom with games rather than with the "pleasures" of others that she saw often with the occupants of this house. Never had it freaked her out, it was just a bizarre thing to know that your neighbor only a foot across is banging away like rabbits for three or four days because they're bored. The mental image made Apple groan lightly, thus why her obsession for MMO's became so relevant in her life.

[Emro Deucalion and Elspeth]

Emro clenched his fist in utter annoyance. He had a strong hatred for the human race. The human race was....stupid and annoying at the same time, but at the same time he found himself fascinated with the human mind. Which is why he thanks C.C. so much for the gift she gave him. His tolerance level was almost at a breaking point.

Just turn into a computer and let me play MMO's, darn you! Echoed in his mind.

A flash back occured to when he talked inside of the man's mind. Emro wondered if it would work again. Maybe later.

The girl then clamped onto him. Emro groaned in annoyance. This was getting very annoying and ignorance wasn't something Emro liked putting up with. "Then you will forever remain clamped onto me. As seeing as we can't die here, you will forever be wrapped around me. But then the blood would eventually stop running to some of your limbs, then you will eventually have to let go of me." He said very monotonely.

"For the last time. I am not a computer, nor will I ever be. Now let go of me before I wipe your mind clean of all memories." He said very sternly.

Gripping his clothes was a bit much. Didn't she have her own computer that she could be playing on, and not be gripping onto him. The blue haired girl was reminding him of a little kid not wanting to take a bath. Then he tapped his chin, what if he jumped off of the concrete ledge.