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 Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 10:45 pm
Even now he was confirming it, saying that he loved her again, and Mimsy was still certain that she had found her best option. Last time the boy stopped loving her - this time, he said it again. This was perfect. This was everything she wanted it to be. This was not going as planned in the slightest, she realized, missing the coppery scent that should have found its way to her by now. Where was the blood? It was as if there were some kind of barrier between...oh. Her eyes narrowed and said 'you have to be ******** kidding me'. " What?" She had both hands on the scissors now, pressing with all of her might. "Why would I want to kill you? Robert, you are...that is absolutely ridiculous." It wasn't her job to put everything back where she found it, but she knew that she would be as clean and efficient as she possibly could, and the next hands that touched his heart could repair everything. He would be fine. This was an unequivocal fact.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 11:02 pm
ROBERT, YOU ******** a*****e SON OF A b***h GET HER THE ******** OFF OF US WHY AREN'T YOU-Jezebel's voice was like knives stabbing into his brain. Irony. "I think it's obvious why, Mimsy." He whined, reaching up and touching the hand that was pressing so hard down on that scissors. "You're tryin' to shove a pair of scissors through my shield. If you keep on like that, it's gonna go through me. Then I'll be dead." She'd lost her mind. She had to have. There was no other reason he would accept. He pushed himself up just enough to try and wrap his arms around her small frame. "Please stop tryin' to stab me." He begged. "I'm sorry I said no. Just please stop."
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 11:24 pm
It was not at all obvious why he had the idea that she was trying to kill him, and she was still determined that he was being purposely obtuse until he explained his reasoning. For someone who worked in an infirmary, he had very strange ideas for what it took for him to 'be dead', she thought. " No," Mimsy said, wondering how it might make him react to receive such a response. "I need this. Regardless, I have no intention of killing you. I would never do such a thing. You love me." The scissors were pressed against his shield again, much more feeble this time. It was increasingly difficult to concentrate with his arms around her, and she sorely regretted the choice to not bind them. She had been so sure that he loved her enough to let her do this, but she must have been mistaken over the intricacies of what it meant to love someone.
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Posted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 11:38 pm
ROBERTROBERTROBERTROBERTRobert stop her now Robert stop her I can't hold on any longer Robert please I swear to ******** God if you die now that I just finally started to like you -The crackle of his Fear shield lit up the room as it started to cave in with pressure. The scissors were boring through it, edging themselves closer to his actual flesh. He saw the reflection of the runic energy glittering in her wild eyes. " Goddamnit Mimsy, you're smarter than this. You gotta be. You're the smartest person I know. You know that if those scissors go through my body, I ain't gonna make it. I'm not gonna let you do this, no matter what you think you need." The scissortips pierced his skin, and his hand crunched down on her arm, holding it steady so it pushed no further. He felt his Fear shield slowly fall away, and Jezebel's screams went silent. It was almost as if she was holding her breath. "You ain't puttin' those scissors through my body." He informed her severely. "Tell me what the hell you think you need that you'd get by seeing my blood run. What is it, Mimsy? What's this gonna give you?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 12:51 am
The excitement spiked when the shield began to crack. This was closer than she had been in so, so long, progress in leaps and bounds as she inched towards success. She could do this. She would do this. "I was not going to put them through your body," she firmly insisted, brow furrowed as she concentrated on breaking through. "I am precisely intelligent enough to know what I am doing. I intend to return to the application of substantially less pressure when your shield breaks entirely, to prevent careless and irreparable damage to any vital organs." A pleased gasp escaped her when it finally pushed through the faint resistance of his skin, halted by the fingers that pressed tightly into her arm. There was an ' mm' as she tried to move forward anyway, and a scoff of frustration when she knew that it was pointless to attempt that, and she returned to words instead of actions and sounds. "I would not get anything that I needed by 'seeing your blood run'. That would be wholly unsatisfying, because you are undeserving of that particular fate. You love me." She wasn't sure if she was reminding him or explaining to him by repeating that at this point. "This, however, was going to give me the opportunity to view, extract, and replicate what love looks like, in a way that science has previously failed to approach. There has to be something there." She nodded towards his chest. "That is where the particles exist that extend past emotion. Emotion and many emotional triggers are located in the limbic system and hippocampus, but it was only in the past decade that the connection between memories, the hippocampus, and emotion was made. I could make another connection! I could determine why this specific emotion always 'comes from the heart', and--" Should she tell him? It put a great amount of risk before her to explain such a goal, especially considering the circumstances. But he said he loved her. He should probably know. "When I artificially replicate its structure, I can implant it within myself. So I can understand. And feel it in the same way that everyone else does." The scissors were becoming difficult to hold. Her fingers felt numb as she loosened her grip. "Because...they said it would make me human. If I felt it correctly."
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 5:10 pm
Listening to Mimsy talk sounded like he was back in school, being lectured to about things he didn't understand. He tried to grasp onto the words when they mattered, and he hung on tight to everything she said after reminding him that he'd said he loved her. View, extract, replicate love. Something there.
She spoke of love as if it was a physical entity trapped between molecules, ready to escape. As if it was some thing, that could be touched, seen, felt -
But it could. Couldn't it?
That base deficiency within Mimsy was making her physically injure someone in order to try and find the answers to a question so complicated, only a simpleton could get it. And here she was, the most brilliant of humans, under the impression that she wasn't human at all. That she was cold, and empty, and needed something physical to add to her metaphysical puzzle to make her whole. But Robert wasn't looking at someone cold, and empty. He'd never seen her that way. He knew what she had deep down inside. He knew Simmy lived there, waiting for her to snap out of this delusion. She just needed something physical. She needed to feel.
He knocked the scissors out of her hand, and let her arm go while he pushed himself up fully. His arms were around her, gripping her tight enough to crush her against him, and his forehead pressed against hers.
For a moment, all he did was look at her, and hope. Please, God, he silently begged. Please give her what she needs. Please take it from me.
His lips crushed against hers before he could overthink it. They felt foreign and so clumsy, refusing to fit right, but he couldn't give up. He just breathed into her, his lips parting with a sigh.
A kiss wasn't going to be enough. Love wasn't felt on the lips. He knew that all too well.
He leaned in and poured every ounce of emotion into her, drowning in the heady feel of it. His heart thudded painfully in his chest, and for a single moment he actually wondered if maybe she was right. Maybe he should have just let her cut his heart out. If it worked, and she found what she was looking for, he would have gladly let her have it; because this was equivalent exchange, and it hurt just as much to let go and give in to how he felt.
It was Trebor. And all he wanted was to make Simmy feel him again. So he searched, as he poured all of his love into her, until he had no more left to give.
"That." The first word he'd said since he'd started kissing her came out in a gasp, as he pulled away. "That's what love is, Mimsy. It isn't in the heart. Is that all you feel right now?" He picked up her arm, and held it up. "Or do you feel it here?" He plucked each of her fingers. "And in each one of these?"
He dropped her arm and put his hands on her neck. "What about here? Do you feel it here?" His hands slid up, and his thumbs brushed across her cheeks. "What about here?" It was like he was giving her a physical.
"Don't you get it, Mimsy?" He begged with a whisper. "You love with every part of you. Not just your heart."
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 6:58 pm
The scissors were knocked from her hand, disappearing into the darkness with a clatter against the tile. "Noo--" Mimsy grumbled in protest, mourning the loss of the last piece that she needed to make this work, her voice cut off and tightly bound in the confines of his hold on her. Her breaths came quickly, almost frantic, like a child in the midst of a tantrum, and she stared at him with frustration and desperation, and wanted those scissors back. But he just looked at her. He didn't let go. He didn't seem like he wanted to let go. He didn't...he was... His lips were on hers and she didn't understand. Why was he doing this? It was so difficult to tell if he was angry or happy or something in between. It was difficult to think at all, because she didn't understand herself at this moment. There were unidentified sensations coursing through her veins, expediting her pulse, warming her skin. She didn't like it, because it meant not knowing, but it was not unpleasant, which meant...she did like it? Svensyl squealed with jovial satisfaction, and she only grew more annoyed, competing with the physical feeling of nice. She shifted without her own permission, her fingers curling and uncurling against him as she failed to comprehend what she was doing. Feeling. Anything that was happening. When he broke away from her, she was staring with wide, startled eyes, as if she had malfunctioned somehow. It almost felt like she had, if she thought about it. And she didn't, because she couldn't think about much of anything at the moment, her thoughts a tangled mess of disorientation. " Oh." This was what love was? She still couldn't make the connections between that and the facts she already knew, but he continued and elaborated, and each touch brought another shiver, another patch of goosebumps, another question she couldn't answer. "I..." No, she didn't get it. s**t. If she admitted that she didn't get it at this juncture, she would inevitably appear inhuman, wouldn't she? And if this was his reaction to her confession that she was concerned over her lack of humanity, she felt distressed at the thought of the thousands of other complicated inquiries that a different reaction might bring. She hadn't even solved these yet. So she would just have to attempt it step by step. "Yes. I think that I am beginning to understand." She breathed it out on a deep exhale, hoping that he could temporarily overlook any signs of dishonesty. "Could you show me again?" She would get more time to process the questions, and more not-unpleasant physical sensations, and this was the most human of all approaches - needy with the craving for affection. Her goal was still achievable. She only needed to drastically shift her approach. So she would, step by new step, piece by new piece, until the puzzle was complete.
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 8:02 pm
There was girlish laughter in his head. Sickening, 'you're so boned' laughter. Someone thought this was way funnier than it really was, but he was doing a heroic job of ignoring her. At first, that oh made him surge with hope. Maybe. Just maybe. He'd gotten through to her. Maybe he had that super power, and he'd just saved her from herself. But for all of his slow intellectual prowess, Robert could hear an answer to this particular question in the air of silence. He plucked it out of her lies, and his shoulders slumped as the failure washed over him. It was a familiar feeling. He failed at most things. He didn't really expect to succeed at this. But he wanted to try. So badly. Because hopes and expectations were two different things, and he always excelled in hope. "You're such a little liar." He teased, his face breaking out into a scared little grin, and it was obvious that when it came to matters of the heart, Robert was not as stupid as he was with everything else. But he leaned in to show her again, because he was selfish and stubborn and he really did have an overwhelming amount of hope. But this time, he didn't drown in an attempt to shove all that emotion into her. If she didn't get it the first time, she wasn't going to get it the second, or the third. But she was going to get it. Some day. So instead of trying to pour an entire lifetime of love into one kiss, he just showed her what it meant to love with more than just your heart, but he did it gently. The snickers in his head turned into cackles, and he finally stopped ignoring it, taking just a moment of distraction to chastise his weapon for being a b***h. I really ********' hate you, Jazzy.
Oh, but Robert, I loooove you. See, you're teaching me what love is, too.
If you had a body, I would punch it in the face right now.She made obnoxious smooching sounds as he returned to paying attention to Mimsy's proper education.
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Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 11:22 pm
He was becoming skilled in catching her more doubt-filled lies, Mimsy noted, which both simplified and complicated this. She would have found herself at an impasse had he not done as she'd requested - but now that he had, she forgot why she asked in the first place, her lie unintentionally mingling in with her own truth as she tried to think about both at once. This was a lot more complicated than it appeared. She closed her eyes (which seemed unintuitive in the dark, but normality did not always make sense) and tipped her head up to meet his lips, very carefully kissing back this time instead of relying on responding. It was tentative mimicry, but progress nonetheless, if progress could be calculated from these kinds of things. Then her breath caught in her throat as she choked on a gasp, pulling away from him in one sudden motion. "Wait. Stop." Her tone was one of legitimate panic this time, eyes open in horror at the realization that they were still most definitely in the lab. This was sacred ground, and their actions within it were now absolutely inexcusable. She felt tremendously disappointed with herself for failing to address this situation before now, but there was merit in the fact that she was addressing it now, right? Well. No, no there was not. She was being a terrible scientist and an even worse intellectual and she had to try very hard to not opt to selfishly continue her own unconventional research. "This is unacceptably careless behavior for a laboratory that should be kept sterile and controlled. We can not..." What did normal people even call this? What was this? She skipped that instead of guessing. "Here."
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 3:14 am
The feel of reciprocation fueled that tiny flame of hope, but like the bunsen burner he almost knocked over when she panicked, it extinguished in a flash. "I'M SORRY." He immediately assumed she was finally realizing just what a mistake all of this was, and just how much she did not, actually, want any of this to happen with him. So he picked her up and put her back down on the table, then scurried as far away as possible. "Sorry, sorry, sorry okay sorry, I stopped, I'm sorry, don't be pissed." He quieted down and waited to be chastised for his stupidity, but it bowled him over when it actually came. Because she was very specific about what her problem was, and of course, it made no sense to him. "Wh - what. Sterile - What. What the hell did you think we were - MIMSY!" His mind flew off in all sorts of inappropriate directions, and he backed away even further. "Jesus Christ we weren't doing THAT, what even the ********!" He knew she didn't understand love, but this was.. - he checked to make sure, yes, all of his clothing was still on, so what exactly was being defiled? "Okay. All right. Nobody is unsterilizing anything anymore." He put his hand against his heart, because it was trying to rip out of his chest - he'd been so damn scared. "God, I really thought you were going to ********' hate on me for kissing you right now. Do me a favor, if you ever decide to hate me for this, tell me gently, okay? I can't take another heart attack like that."
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 1:39 pm
When the flame of the burner extinguished, Mimsy tensed, fearing that somehow this would the the catalyst for a chain reaction that would inevitably destroy this entire lab. She sat stiffly on the table where he'd left her, like a terrible barefoot mannequin, waiting for a crash. An explosion. She got an apology instead, and then another, and another, and another, and another. After learning about their lack of power, she'd preserved her phone battery, just in case. Now seemed like a time best suited to use it, though not for its primary purpose. "Why would I be mad at you for this?" The phone light illuminated her face just in time for her to visibly roll her eyes. "What an irresponsible and petty reason to be angry." She gave him a narrow-eyed stare when he claimed that they were not doing 'that'. What did he think she meant? It would have been much easier to discern if she should be displeased if she knew the difference between this and that. Maybe she should have made a guess after all; she would have at least had a point of reference. "I do not - and will venture to say that I will not - hate you for a kiss. The fact that you have contributed to complete neglect of safety and sanitation in here would be much more qualified for hatred, but I still do not... ugh, just. Get out, before it gets any worse." She held her hands up in defeat as her thoughts returned to the integrity of the room. With the aid of the backlight from the phone, she made sure that everything was in relative order before moving towards the door, giving him a nudge and a last little bit of help from the light. "Come on. Out."
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Posted: Sun Sep 08, 2013 2:40 pm
An irresponsible and petty reason to be angry? Wasn't that like, 90% of the reasons why people get angry about things? Robert was pretty sure that was a scientifalic fact. Even though she tried to assure him that she wouldn't hate him, Robert was still almost certain that, when left alone to her own thoughts, she would bud with hatred over this night. He was just constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop. She nudged him out of the room, and he spared one last look into the darkness, mourning the loss. It was better there, where the light of reality didn't shine so garishly down on them. He waved goodbye to the dark room with a mournful pout, and let her push him out of it.
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