Flemeth knows how to fly. (ex_dragonmot558) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-05-08 16:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, flemeth, motoko kusanagi |
Who: Flemeth and Motoko.
What: Chatting.
When: Wednesday afternoon.
Where: Flemeth's shop.
Rating: PG-13 for langauge.
Status: Complete!
Motoko had heard from a bird who’d heard from a bird who’d heard from a curious cat about just the sort of person she needed to find some information from. So she walked into Flemeth’s shop, wearing jeans and a tank top, looking all the world like a curious college student.
Flemeth looked up at the woman who’d entered her shop and sighed. She rolled her eyes. “I already told you people, I’m just a businesswoman, I don’t know anything about any underworld sorts.”
She leaned on the counter and gave Flemeth an appraising look. "I'm just looking for information, ma'am. Whatever you do in your free time is outside my jurisdiction."
That sent an eyebrow up. “Right. Okay, so you’re not FBI or CIA, you blew your cover - jesus fuck, Interpol? Are you guys still after the Fire Nation?”
“I respect your reputation enough to be up front, yes.” She rested her hand on her chin. “I’m still after them, yes. I got tired of cutting off the tails.”
“I don’t really work with them. They’re a little... how do you say. Aggressively dicky. But their princess is in the hospital right now. Rumor on the street is that Khamul is going to get iced. Which is fine, that guy’s a lousy lay.”
"That saves me some paperwork," Motoko noted. She could try to intervene, but she knew the name from street talk in Hong Kong. She'd rather not have to try to take him in.
"If I can cut off the right heads, I can sleep easier and finally work on another damned case."
“Well, if you can, cut off that boy’s dick. It’d probably work better.” Flemeth started to read her paper again.
Motoko snorted. This woman was interesting. Maybe she had some other info that could be of use. “Mind if I ask you a few more questions?”
“Do I have to answer all of them?” Flemeth smiled, crossing her legs.
“Not really. I’m mostly curious about unusual events, and people reporting strange dreams. In your line of business I suspect you’ve heard more than most.”
“Oh, the dreams, they’re real. Nothing you can control, I’m afraid. You might want to pursue something else.”
“How common are they?” Motoko asked, narrowing her eyes. “Is there a lot of link between people? My own have turned decidedly strange.”
“Some people dream of others. One of my employees was in my dreams, actually, and two people she dreamed of shagging are here. Some people don’t have anyone from their dreams. And they’re very common, from what I can tell.” Flemeth smiled, and cast a small fire spell into the air. “And like I said. Real.”
She blinked, once, then nodded her head. “I can’t do anything special, not from what I’ve dreamed. I’ve seen people flying. Some other weird things I can’t explain.” She looked down at her hands, then reached into her pocket and pulled out a scrap of paper. She started to make an origami crane while she talked. As if this was somehow a comfort. “In my dreams, they’ve figured out how to do away with flesh and blood entirely. I had no organic parts. Even my brain was cybernetic.”
“You may end up waking up that way one day,” Flemeth murmured. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry.” Motoko gave Flemeth a grin, and put the finished crane down. “Once I regain fine motor control, the benefits are endless. I’ll still have full tactile sensation, and the ability to turn if ott.”
“Oh, well, then. That seems like it’d be nice.” Flemeth idly weaved a pencil between her fingers, smiling at the other woman. “As far as being cybernetic goes.”
“It’s not something I’m hoping for, but I wouldn’t say no if it happened.”
“Well then. At least you’re prepared.” Flemeth wondered if they were done yet.
Motoko tapped her fingers on the counter, then straightened. “Thanks for your time.” She felt frustrated. Information gathering was ridiculously slow.
She wanted to just plug in somewhere and dive.