meadowlark | @laura.moon

Like I said, practice.

[ but no, it's a fair question. she'll elaborate. ]

I can fuck around with a person's senses. I want a handle on that in case I need to use it when I have less time to focus

How long will the effects last for?

It stops when I want it to stop. So when you want it to stop

So you could make one blind for however long you like, for example?

I guess. I haven't tested the limits yet

Interesting.

I am willing, provided that there is no permanent damage.

There won't be. Only small changes, I just need to work on my precision

When are you free?

My day off is two days from now, unless you are willing to settle for an evening.

How long will this take?

I don't know, not too long. An evening should be fine, but I'm good to wait a couple days

Well, you must decide either or. I am not made of infinite leisure.

[ wow, okay there buddy ]

Tomorrow evening then. When do you get off work?

[ listen....... he can be worse. ]

I should be free to meet from around five.

[ she can believe it...... ]

Alright. Safehouse work for you?

[ i'm sorry ]

I will meet you there.

👍

[ and, as agreed, she's there the following night. Laura's at the safehouse from around 4:30, landing early to get a sense of who's around these days and to make sure she doesn't keep him hanging around waiting for her - the kind of thing that doesn't seem likely to pave a steady foundation, if their conversation is anything to go by. ]

I'll be in the kitchen. Blue jacket.

[ she is not, in fact, in the kitchen, but sat at one of the tables nearby, hands around a steaming cup of something she's very little interest in drinking but every interest in using to practice solo while she's here. a tiny woman in a blue jacket dipping her little finger into the scalding liquid, expression impassive, almost bored. ]

[ he is on the way to the safehouse when he receives the message, and he types a short message of acknowledgement: ]

Understood. I will be there shortly.

[ he has not been here in a while - there is little reason why he should visit such a place, after all, and jiang wanyin casts a critical sort of eye around the place as he steps in, not wasting any time before he moves in the direction of the kitchen.

he had gone home and gotten changed after his shift at work, having enough foresight to realise that being seen after hours in the NAPD uniform does have its drawbacks, and he is dressed simply in dark button down and jeans. even then, he arrives a little before five.

it isn't hard to spot her, though he does not know what she looks like, nor is she actually where she has said she would be. ]

Is that more practice?

[ jiang wanyin asks, without ceremony, as he moves to stand across her seat. direct to the point as always... ]

[ a tilt of her head at the sound of a voice, and there he is. she's not shy in sizing him up, taking a look at who she's dealing with here (it's amazing how many of these people she's never met). ]

Yeah.

[ with that done she lifts her finger from the liquid, taps it on the edge of the mug like a teaspoon and wraps her hands back around the ceramic. her pinky is red, the skin clearly suffering the effects of submergence in boiling water, but she's unfazed.

and since he's straight to business, she sees no point in being any different. so: ]

No permanent damage. Any other limits?

[ a critical sort of gaze is leveled at the finger as she wraps her hands back around the cup, but he chooses to not say anything for or against it; it is her body and her powers to use as she wills.

he does scowl, a little, but it is in a way that seems more like it is just his natural habit, not that he is necessarily really displeased by anything she has said or done. ]

As long as I can leave here without much having changed for this experiment.

[ he does, after, have work tomorrow. ]

Where shall we start?

You could sit.

[ that would be somewhere to start, unless it's part of his agreement to only work with her on this if he's going to loom over her for the duration. being stubborn, she sits and watches, waits for him to comply. ]

[ the scowl deepens just a fraction, creasing between his brows, before jiang wanyin lets the tension out in a huff of breath and sits down. he folds his hands in front of him carefully, resting his elbows on the table, and stare back at her.

despite himself, maybe he is impressed at her solid direct stubbornness, just a little bit.

there is a pause, before he tilts his head a little, raising his brows. ]

Well?

[ atta boy. she watches the journey her suggestion takes his face on, watches his descent. a small smirk at a small victory, and then it's time to move on.

thankfully, this isn't her first rodeo. she's got a better sense of what she needs from him now. she settles back in her seat. ]

The way my power works, whatever goes down with you goes up with me. I need to get a sense of how much I can handle in a neutral environment. Sight, sound, touch are the big three, taste and smell are kind of niche.

[ that said, Laura liberates a hand from her cup one more and lifts it vaguely out towards him. ]

Give me your hand for a second.

Do I have to?

[ there is a pause, having enough self awareness to know how it had sounded, and he scowls again; it seems just as much a part of him, really. ]

My power is done through touch, also. It might not be so pleasant for you.

[ whatever or however it works, it would seem that it is not entirely a voluntary thing, nor is it something he can exactly control.. ]

[ huh. she hesitates, then Laura's hand drops flat to the table, fingers splayed. not yet retracted, the idea yet to be put to bed, just temporarily overridden. ]

What've you got?

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