project_kuron | A toddler in need? AKA one slight deaging

There's a young man, about twenty five by the looks of him, in the middle of the square. Plaza. Whatever.

He's looking either cofused out of his mind, or slightly upset as if he's spilled his soup or something, or was late for school, who even knows, just by looking at him one might think so, or mighty bored, it might be hard to tell.

He might look very familiar to some.

If he sees you, whoever 'you' might be, he might gesture vaguely at you. Maybe asking for some clarification. Or. Well. Whatever it is, it's definitely a question, one can judge that by his face expression and a vague spoken (sounded?),

"...a-ah?? Uhm, uhm, o-...ee??"

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From:

ginger_firebird

Disjointed speech. Confusion. No immediate outward signs of something being wrong physically. Mantis doesn't know what's going on in your head, but he's going to reach in to find out.

"Take your time. Are you new here?"

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project_kuron

His mind, well, Mantis mind find it fine enough, if a bit reminiscent of a mind of two year old or five year old, depending on. In which areas, exactly.

Also, if Mantis might feel that, he might feel a faint presence of another mind, perhaps.

Upon hearing the question, the young man stands straight and looks straight at Mantis, just... shaking a little.

"Here?"

If Mantis was checking his mind, it's obvious that he understood the question, just... it didn't mind much sense to him. That Mantis might've asked whether blue is yellow and that would've made as much sense.

He doesn't seem to know much about, hm, places.

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ginger_firebird

Well, that's not remotely good. Mantis has seen some minds like this in his day, and it usually means something wrong with the brain. Simple mind, simple words, hopefully there's some way he can make the man talk a little more coherently. He keeps up the mental bond, intending to feed images along with his words.

Then there's that other influence... It's like an afterthought, but it tells Mantis a lot. Someone, or something, might have done this on purpose. He's not one to be patient about that kind of thing.

"Nexus. My name is Mantis." He holds his hand to his chest, hoping that the man will catch the image of a mantis insect that came with it. "What's your name? Do you remember?"

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project_kuron

It's extremely easy to keep a mental bond with him. Almost as if he's been specially made for that, too.

An image of a mantis intrigues and for a moment he just gets stuck on it, in fascination and wonder, almost like a child, before his mind turns back to the conversation at hand.

"Mantis," he says, pointing at the other man. "Vrepit sa."

Vrepit sa seems to be some kind of affirmation in another language.

Then, the young man points at himself, hesitates a little, unsure, then mutters,

"Designation: subject Y0XT39."

From:

ginger_firebird

So he speaks some kind of other language... It vaguely resembled the sounds of Slavic languages, but Mantis had never heard the words before.

And then he spoke. Drilled in words. Programming. He was experimented on in the past, possibly his whole life. The stark difference between his inability to communicate and rattling off the designation was definitely a bit jarring.

"That's...a bit of a long one. It starts with a 'y', so how about something small to call you. Yani. Can you say 'Yani'?

From:

project_kuron

"Can say Yani. Yani. Yani. Yani. Yani."

He looks at Mantis curiously. He thinks it's a test.

From:

ginger_firebird

"Very good. You will be Yani until we find out if this is permanent or not."

He's not able to understand every little word, but there's enough processing skills that Mantis can at least do something with it. He nods and beckons the man to follow.

"Come with me. For now. Are you hungry?

From:

project_kuron

"Subject is Yani? New designation?"

Hmmm.

And Mantis didn't seem to understand Vrepit Sa, Subject Yani says,

"Understood, Mantis, sir."

He tilts his head.

"Isn't starving."

From:

ginger_firebird

"Very good. You," He points to the newly named Yani. "Are designated Yani. I," He points to himself. "Am designated Mantis."

So that's a name settled, and he's not hungry, but he's can't wear that same outfit forever. Mantis crosses his arms.

"You need clothing. I have food at home, but you're a whole different build than I am."

From:

project_kuron

You? Soldiers and druids call subjects, any subject, 'it', not 'you'. 'You' is a soldier, or a druid. Mantis is a soldier, or a druid.

Subject Y... Yani... is not.

Is it?

He points at himself, and asks, timidly,

"Subject Yani are a Galra soldier now?"

Then, he listens. Food at somewhere called h-o-m-e, new word, completely. Build? Builds can be changed. He just listens, because, is he allowed to say anything, here?

From:

ginger_firebird

Mantis pauses as he considers the confusion and the question. There's a lot of weird programming going on if that's the kind of assumption that Yani goes to when presented new information. Clearly, his type of designation is not afforded much personal freedom, but now he's wondering about the 'soldier' aspect.

"You might be. You look strong enough to be a soldier, but I don't know if you are one. What else can you remember? Who are the Galra?"

From:

project_kuron

What this Subject can remember?

"Remembers being inside. Pod. Before the Subject is awake. Not see. Can't... breathe. Uhm, uhm... around, uhm, in..."

How to explain?? He squeezes his eyes shut until there's tears.

Points at tears.

"In! Thing like that! Like that."

He means liquid, but doesn't know the word for it, any word like it.

And the question about the Galra gives him pause, until after a moment, he, Subject Yani points at Mantis and says,

"Galra is a bit like that. Like Mantis. Not this same Mantis. Similar??? That. Galra soldiers. Galra Druids. That. Vrepit sa. Empire."

Subject Yani winces and rubs his head suddenly, moaning a little, apparently from pain.

From:

ginger_firebird

Pods filled with water and designations filled with numbers and letters. It's so sci-fi it hurts, but it's a whole different level of technology. If he had to take a stab in the dark about what had happened, he would guess this man had been grown inside a pod, but that can't be completely true. ...Right?

Mantis takes a few steps closer. A quick wave of the hand will send the tears drying faster. The man didn't even seem to have a word for water. Whoever this Galra were, he knew a corrupted empire when he saw one. There was no excuse for treating a fully cognizant person like this.

"Vrepit sa. I get it." Mantis extends his hands towards Yani's head, but not to the point of touching. His fingers start waving back and forth in simple motions, intending to help soothe the sudden headache with pressure to the scalp. "You're safe now. I don't like the sound of the Galra."

From:

project_kuron

It is slightly soothing.

Subject... Yani (?) tries to make sense of what Mantis's just said. But... so many unknowns...

"Safe?"

Yani has no idea what that means.

From:

ginger_firebird

"Safe. It means you won't get hurt. No one will bring you harm." He feeds an image and idea of being able to sit down and not being in danger. The feeling like you don't have to think about who or what is around you. "This is safe. You are safe here."

From:

project_kuron

Subject Yani's eyes widen as he's trying to understand this all. He probably wouldn't, without the mental image provided.

Finally, he, unsure how to react, does a Galran salute.

Then, he whispers,

"Safe is no checking the Subject's responses."

That sounds too good to be true. However, Mantis says so, therefore, so it is.

"The Subject Yani are safe under Mantis's watch?"

He's just making sure he's heard right. He's almost sure, so he smiles.

From:

ginger_firebird

Mantis taps a fist over his heart and nods.

"Subject Yani is safe under my watch. You shouldn't be left alone like this."

He hopes that Subject Yani will at least understand that he did his own salute. There was enough programming to get as far as analyzing his surroundings, and that's good enough for now.

"Subject Yani will get new clothes. Follow me. I know where to buy some."

From:

project_kuron

Oh.

He has no idea what clothes is, but since apparently the Mantis knows and maybe will reveal? He doesn't ask what clothes is, waiting.

He also doesn't know what alone is, but... ditto?

"Follow. Understood. Vrepit sa."

He smiles, again.

"Can sleep after?"

He hesitates, and begins to tremble a little, but asks, suddenly, loudly,

"Can sleep not in healing pod?? Yes, no??!"

From:

ginger_firebird

Oh boy... Mantis is grateful more than ever he's got telepathy to get him by. He feeds a soothing kind of order into Subject Yani's head as he walks, minding to go a little slower.

"Subject Yani needs clothing. Cloth that is worn over the skin to keep warm and clean." With that comes a small slideshow of different kinds of clothes. Shirts, pants, shoes... "When we have secured clothing, you will sleep on my couch." A new image, one of a couch that folds back to become a temporary bed. Subject Yani will see blankets piled up on each other for cushioning and pillows.

"No more pods for you. You're a person now."

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project_kuron

The Subject Y0XT39 would be grateful, maybe, for the telepathy, too, if he knew what telepathy is and that it's not something in the air and in the water and in the body, everywhere, always.

Yani looks at his own clothes, such as they are, and pokes them, and then looks at Mantis's as if he's just itching to poke them, too.

However, he doesn't try to do that. It's just utterly obvious that he suddenly really, really wants to. He's even rocking himself slightly.

However, he sighs lightly and stops that, to follow Mantis. Follows him, far enough behind, not too closely.

The mind images are shocking, really. And they feel great.

And... no pods...?!!

"I love you, my..." Subject Yani says, suddenly.

He was wondering how to respond and if Mantis looks at him, it's obvious that the young man has no idea or almost no idea of what any of the words in this sentence means.

The words are said, judging from tone of voice and the feelings that come with, the way somebody could say wow, results just in, I won this lottery! or thank you!

An undefined and not at all understood emotion of feeling that being near Mantis does not bring more pain with it, no understanding of those words beyond that.

By the way, if Mantis, might notice another presence, adjacent to Yani's mind, but definitely not a part of Yani's mind, such as it is. Thoughts from someone else's mind, very different.

Edited Date: 2020-07-02 12:29 pm (UTC)

From:

ginger_firebird

There’s a certain level of impressiveness in watching the man retaining cognitive skills and apply them to both conversation and just processing what’s going on around him. Mantis keeps an eye on Yani as they walk, eventually lifting himself off the ground so he can more effectively keep an eye on the man while leading him to a clothing store. The simple way that he feels joy and expresses it gives Mantis some hope that there might be a way to at least teach Subject Yani how to function a bit more on his own. There was a ton he needed to learn, but he had the skills for it.

And then he saw it. That secondary thought that lingered in Yani’s head. He moved a little closer, one hand lightly brushing hair away from Yani’s brow.

“You can thank me when you’re laying down and resting.”

He honed in on that side-stepped mind and threw as much of his old bile into his telepathy as he could. Congrats, mysterious stranger, you found the angry side of Psycho Mantis. You fucked with someone in a way that just hits all those lovely buttons he thought had collected dust over the years. His message is short, but clear: “Touch him again and I’ll kill you.”

From:

project_kuron

Yes, he has all the skills. If one put him into any army, he'd somehow progress even more impressively, and very, very, very quickly, but he doesn't know that, and neither does Mantis. And he wouldn't necessarily be happier.

"When Subject Yani are sleeping? How can thank when asleep? When asleep, only whisper can talk to the Subject."

He shudders.

"Whisper with voice of her, the High Priestess. It's... pain. To Subject Yani."

And then, when Mantis does what he does, the young man twitches violently and screams. There's a link, a taut one, it's a link that's almost like a noose, not some comfortable mind link at all.

He calms down, after. The other Quintessence recedes, it's further now.

Yani is shaking, almost spasmatic, but that's slowly calming down.

"Mantis enemy of she?" he asks, tentatively.

Then adds, in a whisper, "She can discard Mantis. Mantis know?"

If one looks at his mind, it's obvious that by that, Yani means to say that Honerva can kill Mantis. Whenever.

From:

ginger_firebird

Mantis gasps. He’s never gotten that kind of reaction of pain from someone before. Yani will find Mantis standing in front of him, leaning over a little to better see his face. What the hell had that been? Was it part of how the man had been programmed? What caused his mind to become so simplified? It spoke to powerful telepathic skills, but that just served to make him angrier. This is senseless torture. No purpose, no reasoning, just causing pain.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it would hurt you like that if I tried…” His words were a bit rushed, but low. “Did the High Priestess do this to you? Did she hurt you?”

It’s clear she did, but Mantis shakes his head at the warning.

“That bitch can try. I’ll discard her first.” He gingerly takes Subject Yani by the elbow, pulling him towards a shop. “Come on, we’ll get you some sleeping clothes and you are going to bed. You’ve been through enough today.”

From:

project_kuron

The clone freezes once Mantis touches him.

Silent, unmoving, he closes his eyes and keeps them shut.

From:

ginger_firebird

Mantis crouches just slightly, lining up his head with Subject Yani's. He pulls his mask up just past his mouth and drops the pitch of his voice. "Can you hear me? There is no High Priestess here with us. No one but Subject Yani and Mantis. Subject Yani is safe. Safe. Can you try and say 'safe'?"

He sighs. "Mantis is sorry for scaring you. He will not do it again."

Edited Date: 2020-07-07 02:20 am (UTC)