imeeji_frontstage | (no subject)

I can tell who you have a connection with just with a touch. Of course, it's the same for everyone else.

That one would be difficult to demonstrate, right? But I can give you a little sample for the others.

For example ... do you remember what a scalpel is?

[ he won't! because he'll have removed the memory of its concept for him ]

Mm, but useful nonetheless. And I’m afraid I don’t have many connections here yet, so there’s not much to uncover.

Of course I… [ and then bye bye scalpel. he instantly looks perplexed, and then frustrated, especially when trying to fill the gap and just nothing comes to mind. there are holes… everywhere. oh, he hates this… but he manages to neutralize the anger simmering. ]

Can you make somebody forget how to breath?

[ he's looking very pleased at Dottore looking mad, but he'll return that memory to him shortly after ]

Very likely. I can also just inject memories, if I wish to. Though it won't really change how someone feels on a particular matter...

Then, I can change any liquid into alcohol. Of course that means your blood level's as well.

[ WOW. ]

Go ahead and inject something then. I'm guessing it just feels... null. A bit out of place? perhaps??

[ laughs. ] All to theme. Of course. Anything else?

[ Well. Okay. He'll change the memory from just earlier, when he had him close and their lips brushed against each other - to make him remember a full on kiss. Not different from those they already exchanged in the past ]

I've already injected something.

I can visit and manipulate people's dreams. I can influence other people's movements ...

[ he'll bow to Dottore, and he will do the same as he puppeteers him ]

And I flip projectiles or objects. If you were to throw something at me, I could change its direction to go right back at you.

[ as soon as scaramouche tells him he's changed something he brings a hand to his face, dusting his fingers over his lips. a smirk pulls at his lips and he goes to take a few steps closer, intending to turn that fake memory into something real, but scaramouche has him bowing. dottore has to laugh, standing back up only when scara does. ]

Is that something that you can only do to one object at a time? Or if I threw several objects at you, then you could take care of all of them?

[ The timing might have been on purpose - after all, he doesn't think he'd be able to reject Dottore if he turned that fake memory into reality. ... But he doesn't take it off. It'll go away on its on in 3 days. ]

So long as they're in my field of vision, I should be able to do that for more than one.

[ but likely not if he throws a second after he's busy with the first. He won't say that, though ]

So? Was I right that you'd have fun with them?

[ ...ha! well played. dottore doesn't mind it being real. there's no real feelings attached, because it didn't happen, but he does know how he WOULD feel about it IF IT DID. ] What an interesting ability. [ and one he plans to test at some point... archon speed, scaramouche. ]

...quite right! [ nods. ] I would have most definitely had fun with the ability to manipulate and mind fuck people. [ since that's kind of what he had been doing in sumaru. ] How would you have felt if we were on the same unit?

[ trapped, probably. But he can’t say that. And he can’t say that maybe he would have liked it despite that ]

Ah, who knows? But my unitmates are quite protective. They might have not liked it.

Oh? should I be concerned? [ takes his chin in hand. ] What did you tell them about me, my dear little puppet~?

[ his eyes fall on Dottore’s lips again ]

That you made me better. That I’m used to being ripped apart, thanks to you.

That I trust you more than I do others.

[ he listens, but he's a little distracted... leans over his shoulder to whisper into his ear, ] Is there a reason you're fighting it?

[ fuck. That send a shiver down his spine. He really must be transparent if be got called out so quickly. But he tries to appear flippant and noncaring, still ]

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

[ dottore brings a hand to the base of scaramouche's neck, chasing the shiver down his spine. ] No? [ purrs. ] Kiss me.

[ he wants to so bad and it’s obvious with the way he looks at him, how he almost closes the little distance between them to do just that.

But he doesn’t. ]

… I need to ask permission.

[ ??? ]

You need to… ask permission… ???

[ wat. ]

[ he realizes how ridiculous it sounds the moment it leaves his lips. Him. Having to ask for permission for just about anything. He's never listened to anyone, after all. ]

Tartaglia and I are involved. It's serious.

So I can't just jump into your lab this time around.

You and... Tartaglia? [ don't mind him sounding surprised. ] How did that happen? [ dottore's genuinely curious. ]

[ he expected him to make fun of him, so this is already better than he thought ]

I don't know. One moment I'm indulging him since I'd been alone for so long, and the next he's spewing stupid things at me ... and I ended up believing him.

We're not exclusive or anything like that. And I do miss you. But I need to talk to him first.

Edited 2022-10-21 18:23 (UTC)

[ dottore is too stunned to make fun of him. no so much because it's tartaglia, but because scaramouche opened up to somebody and started an actual ( an genuine ) intimate relationship. ] Stupid things? Do you mean feelings? [ he shouldn't be surprised. tartaglia is... young. he still has a connection to his family, so of course he's capable of all that crap. ] ... [ and i ended up believing him. ]

I wonder how he's going to react when you tell him about us.

[ he's ready to defend his relationship status but that last question shuts him up real quick.

How is he going to react? What is he even going to tell him? He doesn't even know how to explain his fuckery with Dottore. ]

—it'll be fine.

If you’re certain… [ dottore merely chuckles, groping Scaramouche shamelessly as he steps out of the alley. ] I think it’s my turn to show off my abilities now, right?

[ he hates that Dottore is good at getting into his head. But he tries to shake it off, and nods ]

Go ahead then.

[ dottore holds out a hand to scaramouche. ] I'm going to send you back to my room for a moment, but don't get too comfortable.

Really.

You can't have me go anywhere else...?

[ but he's still taking his hand ]

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