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Jacob sat alone on a bench at the LAX airport. He had two wrapped soft tacos sitting in his lap and another in his hands with 'Taco Bell' printed on the wrapper of each. He partially unwrapped the taco in his hands and began to eat it.
Ohanzee said mockingly.
It's a taco...
<That's a taco?>
It's supposed to resemble a taco if that's what you're asking

Yeah, but it's cheaper this way.

I have my doubts too...at least it tastes good.

But, to be honest, I prefer the authentic foods.

What about homosexual? Weird.
"Fine. That works for me. Do you want to get in the other car? I can take this one and tail you if you think it would be easier. As for Joe..." He cast a wary eye backwards. "I don't know. I'd much prefer to be behind that wheel and have you back here." Raising his voice so Joe could hear, he turned and said, "I'm going to need more than a 'I think we'll be fine' to go on!"

((Random: was looking back over the character sheets (vaguely) and noticed Joe is thirteen years older than Siber. How odd. pirate Also - where's Devath?))

((The voice in your head says so biggrin ))

"Fine, I'll drive," Paul muttered, glaring at a human-shaped shadow that looked suspiciously like Melissa's sister. "But this is gay. I don't like it. Let's get out of here. Maybe it'll leave us alone," he grunted, heading back to the Taurus he had been driving. He slid in to the driver's seat, started the car yet again, and idled his way over to behind Joe.

((The voices tell me to BECOME A FIVE-STAR CHEF! biggrin Or a busboy.))

((Me? I think Samuel's supposed to be in the car with Siber and the lot. Overall, I have no idea what is going on, as in me personally. I can't really follow all of the insanity of the past 9 pages very well on first glance.

Maybe this is rooted to that fact that I've been working 10 hour days 6 days a week for a bit now, and will be for at least another three weeks. This gives me little time to be on the PC, and I'm kind of out-of whack in this universe at the moment.

Just keep in mind that I'm supposed to be with you guys location-wise, and if something would be totally in character for me to do, and would help everyone get out of a jam, someone have me do it. I just didn't tell you guys when I sort of phased out due to RL. Sorry.

In addition, you guys got a phase out a bit early due to my innate mental interest-phasing. Longer pauses tend to have things to do with RL, but the shorter ones have to do with my preoccupation with other things, on average. If anything really major come up to suck up my time for longer periods, I'll try to let you guys know.))

((That would explain a few cryptic actions... cryptic to me, at least until now. That's cool, Devath; I can probably pull off Sam if I go back to some of your previous posts for reference, if it's warranted. Probably won't do much with him that takes a whole lot of character specifics, though, if I end up having to do anything at all. More character development for Siber in 3... 2... 1...))

Siber grumbled to himself, "Because that particular patron has been so reasonable in the past." To Paul, he said, "Cool. I'll see you at the airport. And lemme know if Samuel has had any visions, too." That one had been disturbingly quiet during the whole exchange.
He jogged back up to the car he had been in and fell into the passenger's seat. After opening the door, naturally. He then closed the door and buckled in.
Keldan inquired helpfully.
He got the bag of gummies back out and started popping them intermittently, forcing himself to breathe and relax as he stared ahead, watching for deviations in the various spectrums. He wanted to know from where that shock of what had felt like (but probably wasn't, given the scarcity of chakra-based magicians) a Vishuddha-Anahata melding had come. Better - from whom, and for why.
For the moment, he decided to summon Jivat, the dragonfly, onto his arm. It buzzed over to Joe briefly, took a look out the window, and returned.
No one appears to be injured, Siber. Why am I here?
Socrates would say you're another part of the search for immutable Truth, especially being that you represent a corner of the universe not considered by the early Greek and Roman prophets and therefore back his idea that Truth expands beyond God and into universal proportions of Definition.
Moodiness helps the Vishuddha, not me. So... you must have called me in for no reason... as a gift...
Siber nodded. I finally had some time, and I managed to trip along the train of thought to bringing one of you out just for the sake of it.
... Thank you.
He spoke lazily to Joe without facing him. "So Joe, do you have any solid bonds to this thing, this... Djinni... or do you just run along with some vague hope that its interests are in the best of yours?"
You're psychologically troubled, the bug observed.
That I am.
I only have expertise in matters of the heart... you should call in the Ajna dæmons, if you need help. As for me, all I can see is that you are still closed... you have trapped a great deal of energy within. I fear if it finds a target, it will manifest physically, medically, as a malevolent effect. Tumors, cardiac arrest, stroke, gastrointestinal disorders...
Please... please don't bring that up now.
But I wish to help you. You need to confess to the original focus of your energies, or they will latch onto another, having no other contact, and create an illusory state, a lie of the heart. If that happens, the psychological consequences for both you and your victim will be devastating.
But if I-
There is an alternative path, though, because of your present situation. As Anaeris once told you, I believe, you must find a way to allow the psychological interpretations of Anahata and Vishuddha to merge, though the chakras themselves may remain separate. As for now, your total focus on aesthetic and functional value alternates with your total submission to emotional flares, that is, your 'psychological breakdowns,' as you call them. The power of those two chakras is multiplicative when correctly utilized, and you have made them into an additive force. The only reason I released such power against Gurul's machinations was the brute store of power Keldan brought out of you. With the creative flow of Vishuddha, you could have taken yourself to him for direct combat. Attach sentiment to utility and appearance, and the urges to forgo humanity will, if not cease, relent.
The creature spoke so quickly that though Siber could follow its thoughts, he couldn't get a word in edgewise. Then again, the dæmon's points would have countered anything he had to say. The subject of his most powerful emotions was unfortunately thousands of miles away... but the dæmon had suggested a temporary remedy.
That all sounds very logical. I thought the Anahata dæmons were more focused on emotion.
Keldan cut in.
The dragonfly nodded. The only flaw with Keldan's analysis is that I am male and any previous reference to me as female has been ignored as inconsequential. Now that I have spare time, though, I may as well correct you.

Entomology isn't generally a Warlock's focus, anyway; I hold no grudge.
I'll consider what you've told me, Siber said, but I can't guarantee any immediate solution.
Understandable. The human heart is rife with confusion as a result of its evolutionary origin.
You're the only person I know who shares that sentiment! From there, though Siber kept one ear out for Joe so he could respond if he needed to, he entered into a long discussion with Keldan and Jivat about the origin of human emotion. It was a welcome relief, and delayed the "breakdown" for a good while yet.

((Joe can see the demons, correct?))

Joe sighed and rubbed his head with one hand. "The Djinn has so far kept me out of dying. And I do have some sort of connection, although I'm not sure where it comes from. All I know is that when I'm all...Whitefire, I guess I'll call it, I can talk to it, and when I'm not, I can get these vague notion-thought hybrids. It's pretty interesting. I think I'll look into it more."
He began to ramble about the concept of telepathic communication, very intelligently, but he didn't realize that Siber probably wasn't listening, because he was having his own conversation.