[ cheris is kel, she hasn't the forte or patience for games and secrets. the general's existence has been a flighty thing since their arrival, and she cannot parse if he wished to be polite about it or if he was deliberately obscuring his presence from COST. he's not hiding now, and cheris prefers it that way. seen for what the two of them are. and she waits, her hands itching in their half-gloves, wanting to fold behind her back as her actions and words become clear to percy -- it's like watching a light flicker into existence. ]
I do not know why the Hexarchate would turn the General over to the company of COST, de Rolo.
[ there must be a reason for it, however. kel command has always been prone to withholding information. ]
But to do so, with no recognizable way to continue to monitor him, means that they have made me responsible. I know I cannot do this on my own, I am not trained to combat the mind of a man three-hundred years my senior, with three-hundred years more experience in behavioral analysis and manipulation. I am, however, equipped. The chrysalis gun remains in my possession. Which means there is always a possibility. The lines between the way I think and the way he thinks may blur, without my recognizing. I am myself, Kel Cheris, right now in this moment.
[ for a woman with a solemn face, she hardly lacks expression. there is fear in her, at the idea of losing who she is. ]
It is a likely threat, I've read the guidebook. I've run the numbers, as well. Please shoot my reflection, my shadow, or me, if ever you cannot tell who I am. Even if for a fraction of a moment, you cannot tell who I am. You are a good marksman, de Rolo. It's why I'm asking this of you.
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I do not know why the Hexarchate would turn the General over to the company of COST, de Rolo.
[ there must be a reason for it, however. kel command has always been prone to withholding information. ]
But to do so, with no recognizable way to continue to monitor him, means that they have made me responsible. I know I cannot do this on my own, I am not trained to combat the mind of a man three-hundred years my senior, with three-hundred years more experience in behavioral analysis and manipulation. I am, however, equipped. The chrysalis gun remains in my possession. Which means there is always a possibility. The lines between the way I think and the way he thinks may blur, without my recognizing. I am myself, Kel Cheris, right now in this moment.
[ for a woman with a solemn face, she hardly lacks expression. there is fear in her, at the idea of losing who she is. ]
It is a likely threat, I've read the guidebook. I've run the numbers, as well. Please shoot my reflection, my shadow, or me, if ever you cannot tell who I am. Even if for a fraction of a moment, you cannot tell who I am. You are a good marksman, de Rolo. It's why I'm asking this of you.