Corrupted Souls
Jul 15, 2019 3:33:24 GMT
Post by Red Irish Dragon on Jul 15, 2019 3:33:24 GMT
Sia completely misread Abel’s shift from ‘can’ to ‘should,’ her gaze dropping after a moment. “O-oh,” she murmured, certain that it was because he felt that she wasn’t able to help. This sort of questioning wasn’t unfamiliar, in fact it was quite the opposite. So different from her ‘brothers,’ from the way she was supposed to be. That gentle redirection to ‘shouldn’t’ was so engrained in her now that she would still find herself confused as to how she escaped.
She turned to go, even taking a step away, but hesitated. Why? Yes, to recognize that redirection out of someone like Abel stung, as her flatmates would say, but it wasn’t like it kept her from leaving.
No… no, it had been the odd little snort from the other man. A laugh. That was new. And somehow… somehow, that sparked an anger she wasn’t familiar with. Rather than question it, however, she acted on it. A more human reaction than even she realized.
Smartly she spun around, her jaw set firmly in an attempt to look casual. But her moves were just a little too sharp, a little too tense, to come off the way she intended. In a word, the expression settling on her face was a pout, barely constrained, for once wanting to prove she could when told she couldn’t.
Quite intentionally not giving the stranger a second look, Sia instead went up to the panel itself, eyes roaming over it as she picked it apart. Where would the best access be? The port that the man as using was protected, as it was the most obviously accessible place, but she knew from hours of practice and testing that there was always an area that wasn’t. This analysis looked like she was staring intently at the screen and surrounding framework, but she’d never seen herself in a mirror during such an analysis. The pale blue of her eyes, as Abel had seen, usually so clear and pale blue, had deepened into cyan, but they had grown brighter, not darker, lit not from street lamps, although it was so faint to start with it was hard to tell.
Not until her hand finally placed itself against the wall, fingertips offset from the screen itself, did the glow show itself as nothing less than coming from within her own eyes. From her fingertips, through her palm and up into her wrist, thin veins of the same blue began to glow, spreading into the screen, like computerized blood spilling into the display. The screen flickered a moment, flashed, and the locked message cleared to flash “authorized” in green letters, the door shifting and opening with a soft hiss.
Sia withdrew her hand, the start of a smug smile that was nearly childish in display, her eyes still glittering with the same vivid blue, when the other suddenly cheered. He’d been confused, of course, when the door opened before he’d finished the latest line of code. But he wasn’t above claiming it. “Just as I was telling’ you,” he remarked, pulling his cords and ignoring Sia as he looked to Abel. “These new systems are temperamental. But that’s why you hired the best!”
Sia’s wide eyes were offset by an otherwise blank expression, obviously shocked that the man had claimed the victory. But… it wasn’t like she could really explain why she knew he wasn’t…
She turned to go, even taking a step away, but hesitated. Why? Yes, to recognize that redirection out of someone like Abel stung, as her flatmates would say, but it wasn’t like it kept her from leaving.
No… no, it had been the odd little snort from the other man. A laugh. That was new. And somehow… somehow, that sparked an anger she wasn’t familiar with. Rather than question it, however, she acted on it. A more human reaction than even she realized.
Smartly she spun around, her jaw set firmly in an attempt to look casual. But her moves were just a little too sharp, a little too tense, to come off the way she intended. In a word, the expression settling on her face was a pout, barely constrained, for once wanting to prove she could when told she couldn’t.
Quite intentionally not giving the stranger a second look, Sia instead went up to the panel itself, eyes roaming over it as she picked it apart. Where would the best access be? The port that the man as using was protected, as it was the most obviously accessible place, but she knew from hours of practice and testing that there was always an area that wasn’t. This analysis looked like she was staring intently at the screen and surrounding framework, but she’d never seen herself in a mirror during such an analysis. The pale blue of her eyes, as Abel had seen, usually so clear and pale blue, had deepened into cyan, but they had grown brighter, not darker, lit not from street lamps, although it was so faint to start with it was hard to tell.
Not until her hand finally placed itself against the wall, fingertips offset from the screen itself, did the glow show itself as nothing less than coming from within her own eyes. From her fingertips, through her palm and up into her wrist, thin veins of the same blue began to glow, spreading into the screen, like computerized blood spilling into the display. The screen flickered a moment, flashed, and the locked message cleared to flash “authorized” in green letters, the door shifting and opening with a soft hiss.
Sia withdrew her hand, the start of a smug smile that was nearly childish in display, her eyes still glittering with the same vivid blue, when the other suddenly cheered. He’d been confused, of course, when the door opened before he’d finished the latest line of code. But he wasn’t above claiming it. “Just as I was telling’ you,” he remarked, pulling his cords and ignoring Sia as he looked to Abel. “These new systems are temperamental. But that’s why you hired the best!”
Sia’s wide eyes were offset by an otherwise blank expression, obviously shocked that the man had claimed the victory. But… it wasn’t like she could really explain why she knew he wasn’t…