anothercontinuity | Red vs Blue Voicetesting Thread

[ Quietly, Locus nods. Just once. It had been enjoyable, at the time. The dynamic between Taylor and himself would be different, the need to retaliate gone, the real fury and hate behind it gone.

But when Taylor hurts, it's good. So good. A way to push him into that floating place Taylor goes when things get intense between them. ]

[ He sits up, then, legs swinging over, knee bumping into Locus' as he considers what they have and haven't done.

What made Locus' eyes go fuzzy in the middle of it. ]

What kinda pain works for you?

Short bursts. Sharp, individual, brief. Longer, sustained sensation tends to blend into the background. The instinct is to bear it, then push it away. It doesn't work as well.

[ He's already analyzed some of this, to a point, trying to understand what was enjoyable about it for him on his own time.

Results have been varied. ]

Sharp and stinging rather than sustained and thudding. [ a beat. ] Thoughts on knives?

I need to be able to see you.

[ It might seem an odd specification to make, but he knows what knives feel like. His mind already has mental shortcuts for the sensation. Smells. Sights, sounds.

He'd need to be very certain of where he is and who he's with. ]

Ok. Needles?

[ Plans are forming, here. Lots of flogging falls into the 'sustained' category but they've got options if they poke around. ]

[ There's always the option to alternate between methods. So long as it isn't the same sensation over an extended period of time...

Locus hums, considering. ]

Haven't tried. Seems like it should be feasible.

Haven't done that to someone in...awhile. Also there's clamps, crops, and caning.

[ He's got...most of what they'd need for all of these somewhere in the bunker, he's sure. ]

Estim might do it for you if we rig it right.

What about restraints?

[ He's more curious what Taylor's thoughts would be for himself, but here they are, exploring the pool of options. It seems as good a time as any to ask.

And the thought of him being bound up, squirming and hazy-eyed is appealing, no question there. ]

Leather cuffs and shit? No. It's too much like work, I spend half the scene thinking about how to get out and not about what's going on and nobody's happy.

[ But- ]

Rope, now. knotwork, rigging, shibari- that's entirely different. But you couldn't just leave me alone like that, I'd need a hand on me or something. A way to know I wasn't alone.

Suspension?

[ Now there's a thought. Maybe not in the bedroom, but he can see rigging something out in the training area, more malleable surfaces to work with.

And Taylor wouldn't have to worry about being left alone. Just the thought and he's certain he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off of him. ]

Ropes yes, hooks no. I do not need to be hung by my skin, i know how it feels and it is not 'happy warm good' times for me.

[ Quite the opposite, in fact. ]

Gags aren't ever gonna fly cuz I like hearing you too much and I'm nonverbal so it doesn't matter.

[ That particular tidbit brings a darker look across his face, and he reaches instinctively, rubbing a hand along York's arm. The man has dealt with more misfortune than most. It's a wonder he wants to interact with anyone, any longer.

Locus might have given up entirely. Can't be burnt if you don't stick your hand in the fire. ]

[ He doesn't say anything for a moment, just leans into that touch before shrugging. ]

Brandon was an asshole.

[ That's all he really has to say on the matter. He healed, got over it-

oh. ]

Might have to ease in to the first scene whenever we do it because I have never done this while I had D. Ever. He may or may not freak out.

Is he...planning on making an appearance?

[ No lie, that's going to be a little weird, if so.

He'll go with it, don't get him wrong, but still. A little weird. ]

No, it doesn't interest him but he's plugged into my brain. He'd feel it when I drop. Higher thought processes kinda slipping away... it's familiar.

And not in a fun way.

You know him better than I do. What would be the best way to deal with that when it occurs?

[ Since, in all likelihood, when it happens? Taylor will have already sunk to nonverbal, making communicating that he's actually alright to Delta a little more difficult. ]

Get him used to the situation. Contextualize it. Work myself up to mini drops that'll help him adjust and keep him from stepping in when we're trying to have a good time.

[ Get him used to it?

Locus looks skeptical, but he'd asked, hadn't he? York understood the way the AI worked in a way he never would. If that was what it took to reassure the AI that such instances were not working to anything save York's benefit, that he was safe with Locus present, then that's what they would have to do.

Locus nods again, briefly, before picking himself up. ]

Something that can be discussed further once we're back.

[ One eyebrow lifts. They've put it off long enough. ]

There's also the question of what we've managed to find in those data files.

Or tell him to take a fucking nap, I dunno.

[ Taylor shrugs, rubbing at his jaw. D's- useful. he's home, he's comforting, he's compiling data from what he last recalls of the situation to what would be important for them to know, but on occasion? Shit's weird. He could pull him but-

His stomach clenches at the thought. Maybe not. ]

PFL data Archive- was there only the one AI backed up there? Cuz if, say, Omega or Sigma are waiting in their own little containers...

Hargrove would stress the importance of recovery of Freelancer equipment. If they exist, he'd want them. But it's possible he may not know what he has...as was the case with Delta.

[ It's not something he necessarily wants to bank on, Hargrove's blindness to what it is he has. Locus's brow knits as he takes a few steps away, before his hands settle against his hips, weight shifting on his feet. ]

If there's more equipment related to the AI...we should seek it out.

Counting on him being sloppy isn't how we work.

[ It makes them lucky, sure but- you can't be certain of someone else's uncertainty. Plan for them to know so when they don't? It's a surprise all around. But Locus his shifting away, walking-

Uneasy. Something's worrying him. Or something's bothering him. ]

...I thought you didn't want one.

I don't.

[ The idea of something intruding in his head like that is offensive, to say the least. Especially now that he's resolved to take matters into his own hands, to try to keep the voices silent in the back of his brain. There's no telling what an AI would find rummaging around in his head. ]

I remember what his plans were for AI if he ever got his hands on them. Now we know he did.

He didn't know he had them.

[ That had to count for something- what, exactly, he's not sure but. If Hargrove had known? Delta wouldn't have been there for them to get. ]

What's the angle, then?

See if there's anything else related to Project Freelancer that might have simply gone into storage. Things that might need to be looked into. If anyone knows what to look for, it would be you.

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