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[Why are things floating.

Libby sits (this time on a table in the kitchens--chairs exist, girl, why are you like this) and she is surrounded by slowly drifting utensils.

She's already figured out how to lie about it. She never told anyone she wasn't telekinetic. (Because who does that?). So she'll just say they made her like this, and Jesse's secret will be protected while Libby gets to show off--because this is wicked sharp, and even makes her confident enough to roll up her sleeves, baring scars and soft white feathers.

She grins at the camera, which she turned on with her mind.]

'Sup, bitches.

[She's not opening this up to the network for any reason. Can't a girl just be bored?]

[What she sends to her--crew, that's what she calls them. Her crew, like she's some fucking gangbanging idiot.

But they're not her friends, and allies sounds so formal. So crew it is. (She knows that Jesse is a surprisingly good hugger, that Mouse has a sweet smile, that Nikolai doesn't want to be called Nik. She has to be careful, here, because if she's not--she's going to end up wanting to keep them around. She'll actually like them, and then where will she be?)

(It's already over.)

What she sends them is different. Still things floating, still on a table, but she looks serious for once.]

'Kay.

Status reports, if you got 'em. And I got one.

So--we're Jesse, Mouse, and Nikolai, right now. And me, obvious. Jesse, Mouse, Nikolai is going to be our protection around here.

But that's complicated, because--I've got in with Loki, too, and he is--wicked dangerous. But I want what he's got. And he can be useful. But I'll handle him, 'kay? He doesn't know you, just me, and--look what I can do.

[She waves her hand around and smiles, briefly, before--serious, again.]

I'll drop him when we can't use him anymore. Promise. But stay the fuck away from him, he's bad fucking news.

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[Smart. Libby wouldn't judge, wouldn't mind. If she knew she'd offer her brain gladly--she'd be dead, why care? At least ber brain, always her best feature, would be good for something.

Libby isn't sentimental. She regards her body as purely a tool. When it betrays her and breaks down, throw it away. Eat it, for all she cares. It's just a tool and she hates it, sometimes, for failing on her. She bit her fingers when they started to shake.

It's not here or there. They are all fascinating, in their own way, and collectively all better than they think--the three Alias accurately pinpointed as most alike are all playing at being worse than they are, at being monsters. Playing roles, like it. Mouse is quiet and underneath his cheer has such scars. They're all liars and survivors. Alias will fit in.]

Met them here. Where I'm from, humans avoid people like me. Or just fuck them over.

But you know that.

[ Alias doesn't know what happens when it dies. How it rots, if it rots. If it will revert back to the monster it was or remain the same. When it begins to think of its own death, it thinks of something else, because dying won't happen. What it forms to naturally is not what it considers itself to be. It's not what it wants to be. It could be Syg, really become her someday, if she's good enough. It's possible.

If Libby expressed her loathing for her body, Alias would certainly pity her, though it'd probably do very little, and be unable to recognize the sentiment in itself for what it was. Diseases are not something that trouble it, since it's been capable of fully controlling its functions down to a chemical level since it was born. On the downside, that does mean it's acutely aware of the billions of nanites that are swimming inside of it.

Having something else to focus on aside from its sense of dread at being found out is going to do it some real good. Maybe.

Syg's face goes about as distant as Alias feels at the mention of humans avoiding them. No, the humans were never allowed to know, lest it be killed. The one time it had showed anyone itself willingly, and harmlessly, it had ended badly. Last month, it had torn through the lockers in a fit of panic and was seen by many, but none but one had gotten a good look at its true self. Godric - and he seemed to accept it. But Godric wasn't human, so he didn't count. No normal human would be able to accept Alias, so it knew what Libby meant. ]

So all of 'em, they're... like us? Got abilities?

Nah.

[She promised Jesse, and while she likes Syg she doesn't trust her yet. Will never actually trust anyone, she tells herself--trust is for idiots who believe in infallible machines, but everything fails given time. That's just fucking entropy.]

Me and you are the freaks. But they don't care, serious--and fuck, if they put up with what a noisy bitch I am I don't think they'll give a fuck what you have in your arms. They're humans, but--not fucks about it.

If that changes, I'm out. You can come with.

[If that changes, there's no way to stay anyway. Might as well have a bag packed and ready to go even if she doesn't see it coming yet.]

[ They will be the odd ones out, then. That does make it pause. The assurance works for the most part, though. It'll always be very paranoid and suspicious - that's what keeps it alive. But if it can change, there's only a low risk here. There's comfort in the fact that it thinks it could probably take on a human if it had to.

Syg's expression goes from wary to a slight curling at the corner of her lips, a crooked sort of smile. ]

Aight. Guess that works, then. You seem like you know what you're doin'.

You wanna chill sometime?

[It certainly makes it better at that than Libby, although Libby also distrusts--but she doesn't hide and certainly can't take on a human. Libby smiles crookedly back, leaning back on her hands. A girl to hang with. She enjoys the company of her boys, but girls are different.]

I try.

And yeah, totally. We could get fucked up and watch a future movie or whatev. Chill.

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