Technological Revenge, and It's Effect... (Saph and Neshimo)

[SaphireTsuki]

She nodded, one hand absently touching where her forehead was kissed, slightly confused by his actions. A nod, "Yeah, I... It was a memory that... kinda changed into a nightmare. About my modification." A small, deep breath as she moved to sit, and then stand, and walk a few paces away from him. "I... don't remember how, but... it changed into a different dream midway through. And... I remember now, I have another sister. I don't remember anything about her, but..."

 

[Neshimo]

"Well, that's progress, I believe." A sister you don't remember, was it the humming, no it couldn't be, though he are here so, "If there are any archives here, maybe you can get some information." Simple, they'd most likely keep the progress of a successful product for all too remember, though the files may have been destroyed in the fight too get this place. "It's just a thought, so maybe they'd keep a record of her...or at least a picture."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire nodded again, "I'll make sure to take a look." She looked over at him, then at her scarf, and him again, all without moving her head more than a tiny amount. Should she start his training now?But the smell of blood... would he be affected by it too much? A deep breath, she had to do it, and she walked over to pick it up. "I'm going to begin your training now. B-but... I'll be back with a different cloth soon, so you'll be alone for at least the first part."

 

[Neshimo]

"...Alright." He takes a deep breath before sitting back down too let her tie it around my eyes, gulping he closes his eyes first, accepting the darkness of sight he will partake, wanting too calm himself first. Completely unsure of himself still, this is as ready as he'll ever be for this, so its taken on with stride. "Blind me..."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Her hands were shaking, that reaction... was he scared of the dark? But no, she had to be strong. Setting herself in front of him she leaned forward, focused on tying the scarf around his head, twisting so the part that didn't have blood on it was against his face, tying it in the back with her arms occasionally brushing his head. Once she was certain the tie wouldn't just fall off she nodded to herself and walked back a few steps. "S-so, then... I'll be going to get you a better blindfold. I wouldn't suggest moving around until you trust yourself."

 

[Neshimo]

He gives nod, Not much can be said in words about what's going in his mind right now. Anxiety, Distrust, Envy, Fear, all these go in his mind at once, though the only thing that gives way too any of these emotions, is the taping of the left hand on his leg, repeatedly, with the rest of his body, even his expression, still and idle. "Take...your time."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire pauses, one hand lightly touching his, but quietly walks out the door... only to start running down the hall once she was out of earshot. She didn't want to leave him alone for longer than necessary, not if she could help it. Especially as he'd suddenly gone quiet... sure, at first he'd been quiet, but now he'd been so chatty that it was frightening if he stopped all of a sudden. A rush to the laundry area, a sniff of a few scarves in there, she found one clean and rushed back to the room. Even though she was running it didn't look like she was in a rush... to an outsider. Her face was composed, but the steps she took followed within a second of each other. At the door she paused, cloth in hand, unsure whether she should open the door or not.

 

[Neshimo]

He sits and waits, his hand still tapping until a slight stop, and a shake of his entire body, shivering. He starts the tapping again, exhaling, then begins too try and move towards the couch again. He'd been facing the door, so, just turn around correct? Making some sort of anchor with his hand, he turns around, and begins slowly crawling leaving one hand out trying too feel for the couch. "Where is i-" A pause, he feels...something, though not what he expects. The surface is cold, and freckled, and with just one touch, he backs off quickly all the way until a bang at the door is heard from him hitting his head. "It's lying, she's not there...she's not there, it's playing tricks on me. She's not there..." Repeating this over and over until for the second he seems to have calmed down.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire reacted to the sound of the bang, opening the door and rapidly walking in, "Jamil!?" Was he hurt? Had he run around in his blindfolded-ness? The cloth she was holding swayed forward as she shot out a hand to hopefully catch him. He was standing there, in front of the door, and she reached out a hand for him now, "What's wrong, Jamil?" Gently she placed it on his shoulder, tone indicating she wasn't sure what's going on... or if she could help.

 

[Neshimo]

"I-I'm fine. Everything's fine." Another long exhale, Saphire probably would have reacted if their was a body in here, his senses playing a small trick on him, though it's a fear he has too deal with if he wishes too help Saphire, no he needs too help her, which is why this is important. "A ok, one hundred percent. Just a slight scare because of how easy this is..." A statement with zero sounds of confidence, he rubs his head followed by a small laugh mixed in with shame and sorrow.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She sighed in relief. "I'm not going to leave you alone anymore, Jamil. Let's change that blindfold." She had a new, clean one, after all. And he would need to practice... the smell of blood couldn't be helpful. "Do you mind if I lead you to the couch? You might want to sit down." He didn't need to, but she'd have to go to her tip-toes for the job if he didn't want to sit down. And something told her he needed to calm down.

 

[Neshimo]

"I'm, fine..." He repeats, not hearing much, and just trying too get his jumbled thoughts in order. "Alright, oh and, I'd...like too keep this one, if you don't mind." Placing a hand on it, with out the blindfold, he probably wont be able to use the plan he has effectively, but until he can get the thoughts of fear and anguish out of his mind, he just continues too sit there. "I don't mind...in the slightest..."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She nodded, a confused look on her face, and said aloud "If you're sure..." She looked from the other blindfold to him, and got an idea. "I suppose, if you're feeling unsure, I could join you. It's been a while since I've last practiced without a combative reason, so..." If he wanted her there for the moral support? She took his other hand, walking and leading him to the couch carefully, going around all the things that he might trip over.

 

[Neshimo]

"It's only if you want too, your training me..." Her voice seems, more or less, too keep his mind set on the conversation, rather than his fear, though it's all still visible, that it's still affecting him deeply, as she can easily pull him across without little effort from resistance. His mind is getting weak, trying too focus other senses too have some form of direction, though for now, he's in the dark.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She smiled, "I guess I will then." He obviously needed some sort of support, from the odd tone his voice. Once they'd arrived at the couch she gently tugged his arm, "We're here. Take a seat." She let go of his hand, sitting on the other end of it, patting the seat next to her as a hint for him. She then began to tie her own blindfold on, letting the darkness wash over her.

 

[Neshimo]

"Alright..." He surely sits down, somewhat relaxing, though still stiff, not in any sort of relaxed positions, hands on his thighs wondering about what too do. His mind though, accepting that the dark isn't going too go away, starts too rely on his other senses, and now the reason for him keeping this cloth starts too seep in, and make it's toll. This cloth, has the smell if Saphire, even if only somewhat masked by the dirt, with this, and all of the time they've spent close together, he should be able too etch her smell into his mind, and follow her without worry, hopefully maybe even being able too track where she's been.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Saphire, once she had the blindfold on, nearly sneezed. Did they have to use such strong-smelling detergent? One of her hands moved to her side, instead of resting on her lap as they'd been before, and moved in search of Jamil's. Consciously she was just exploring the feel of the couch, but... when she didn't meet his hand, there was a disappointed sigh. Then, almost as though she'd just thought of it... since he'd not slept all night, to her knowledge, she asked him... "Jamil, do you want to rest?"

 

[Neshimo]

"Resting....might be nice." A smile, unconscious and conscious, he wants too get used to this smell, whether resting or not, he slightly forgets the Saphire is on side, and slowly begins to place his head down on the couch, and falls into her lap, though not caring about the texture difference. "Just for a while, not sleeping, just letting my mind become at ease...thank you."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

Once hand, the one nearer the couches edge, starts to play with his hair. "You're welcome, Jamil." It was all she could really do, she knew. She could fight, and she could train, but when it came to people... she was worse than a young child. Even children knew how to comfort one another, all she knew was how to offer herself as a pillow, or to sing... just how she'd treated her sisters. Even so, it was nice to gently pat, or was it pet, his hair. She hoped he fell asleep, even if it would ruin the training, because he probably needed it a lot.

 

[Neshimo]

Later in the day, his mind still resting, now free of all anxiety, and in a serene state, he lets out "I miss them...the children. I'd been hoping too forget but, it seems that's not going too be possible. Their all too important too me, which is a good thing right. Me, loving someone, is a good thing..." He holds onto her hand, his smile coming back too him, then whispers "Your probably someone I could love as well, like them, something I want too protect forever..."

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She paused in her patting of his head when he spoke. And then, when he whispered... as good as her hearing was, she couldn't help but think she'd misheard him. Her, important to him? Sure, he probably thought she was a close friend, but like that? Did he mean she was like the children to him? Actually... that might make more sense. She did act childish around him sometimes... and, she was certainly a lot smaller than him. So, despite the pink on her cheeks and feeling like she was disappointed at the idea, she resolved to think like that and say nothing, just resuming her petting of his head.

 

[Neshimo]

Another few minutes of the smell, and shakes his head slightly. "Alright, I think it's time for me to try and walk around. I've gotten a good scent too compare humans and metals too." And it's all right above his nose, she's been all around the facility, or at least the parts important too him. He'll be stumbling for a while, though with her trying too guide him, there is a chance he can make it.

 

[SaphireTsuki]

She nodded, removing her hand, "Ok. Let's give it a try for you." She herself was mostly going off of sound, having practiced most of her life with that in mind... but the comforting scent of Jamil would stay with her for a long time, she knew. "Where do you want to go, Jamil?" She'd lead him, if he'd just tell her where.

 

[Neshimo]

"I'd like too go, towards, hmmm." He thinks about this, he can't help very much around the base, can't cook, practice archery, since he'll usually be further off in the distance, and can't smell his target from such range, everything he can think of, uses his eyes. "I'm...not sure to be honest. Do you have any ideas?'

 

[SaphireTsuki]

A pause, then... "There's a garden inside the facility. It'd be good to get used to the strength your sense of smell will, over time, develop." She'd gone there often to identify herbs that could be used in poisons and cooking, maybe he'd find it useful as well. And when he removed his blindfold, at the end? It'd be beautiful.