Stephen Vincent Strange (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thewarningafter) wrote2016-12-02 02:06 pm
thewarningafter) wrote2016-12-02 02:06 pm
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IC inbox for Snowblind
You've reached Dr. Stephen Strange. Leave a message and my secretary will get back to you.
You've reached Dr. Stephen Strange. Leave a message and my secretary will get back to you.
[He swaps to audio, too. It's been a long day, and his MN poisoning is acting up to make him sore enough that he might as well give his hands a rest.]
After the past three years, it doesn't look too keen on stopping.
After the past three years, it doesn't look too keen on stopping.
And also a bird.
[Give him a second.]
Because you were prototyped with a crow, why couldn't I connect that?
[Give him a second.]
Because you were prototyped with a crow, why couldn't I connect that?
[He perks up.]
Hey, you did now. Did you remember my name, or do I need to tell you that still?
Hey, you did now. Did you remember my name, or do I need to tell you that still?
[There's an all but audible frown.]
Tip of my tongue.
Tip of my tongue.
[He debates a little, then just decides to make it easy:]
Davesprite. Don't worry about it; I've had my own shit losses before. First time I couldn't use words at all. Had them all up in my head forming whole entire novels worth of stuff to say and I couldn't push even one onto my tongue. Kinda wiggled around it with a few signs Clint taught me, but those, gestures, drawings, and bird noises were all I had until it finally wore off.
Davesprite. Don't worry about it; I've had my own shit losses before. First time I couldn't use words at all. Had them all up in my head forming whole entire novels worth of stuff to say and I couldn't push even one onto my tongue. Kinda wiggled around it with a few signs Clint taught me, but those, gestures, drawings, and bird noises were all I had until it finally wore off.
It's the same as the last time I died. Names, faces...everything you have going on -- none of it sticks. I know who people are but I can't tell anyone apart.
Edited (Fuckin' phone) 2017-06-19 04:24 (UTC)
If you ask me, it seems like whatever we lose has to be picked to be the biggest pain in the ass we can stand. I think there's only... one person? that I've talked to who actually enjoyed any part of their loss, and it was still a massive danger to their health. At least you haven't lost and regular memories, but damn, that's gotta be frustrating still. It feels too specific sometimes to think it's anything but specific. Maybe the Admin is fucking with us to try to tell us not to die so damn much in her own back-assward way.
It's deliberate. It has to be. This doesn't make sense in terms of brain damage, it's not the nanomachines leaving us unfinished by accident.
There's one I saw that definitely has nothing to do with brain damage, because it was physical. I can't explain it. I have no idea how it worked at all.
[ His face falls as soon as he sees Stephen on-screen. First Al, and now him. The expression gets smoothed over quickly, however. He'll ask about it later. For now? Let the doctor do his check-up. After all, Sylar wants to know if he's missing anything, too. ]
You had to verify who I was, due to the compound agnosia. We talked about why I wanted to go through this whole thing in the first place. Eventually, we got on the subject of death losses and how and why they work the way they do. Think we agreed it's probably some form of ridiculous punishment.
You had to verify who I was, due to the compound agnosia. We talked about why I wanted to go through this whole thing in the first place. Eventually, we got on the subject of death losses and how and why they work the way they do. Think we agreed it's probably some form of ridiculous punishment.
[Stephen gives his tablet an uneasy look, not getting why his patient suddenly seemed so unhappy to see him. There's the recall he was hoping to hear, though, confirmation that the guy can still remember.]
Good -- you do remember. I'm just going to ask you a few questions, make sure everything's in working order.
[And Stephen will put Sylar through some basic paces to check his cognitive functions.]
Good -- you do remember. I'm just going to ask you a few questions, make sure everything's in working order.
[And Stephen will put Sylar through some basic paces to check his cognitive functions.]
The theory goes that they're taking us out of the oven too soon -- that the revival process isn't finished with us. That would explain physical symptoms, but it's still bullshit.
...What was it?
...What was it?
I'm not sure I should say. You can't tell me if you know the guy the way you are now, but if I just spill it you're bound to know exactly who it is later, and I'm not sure he'd want me sharing.
Look at you, practicing good ethics. I can't even argue with that.
Yeah. I can pass along the name after, but if you don't know what happened to him then, I'm going to ask you not to bug him about it. It's personal, you know?
[And how Al lost his body is an awfully heavy subject.]
[And how Al lost his body is an awfully heavy subject.]
[ Sylar obligingly goes through all the questions- he wants to know if he's got anything to worry about, too. Thankfully, it all seems to be in proper working order. Unfortunately, the end of the testing means that he's got to get to the whole static-face subject. ]
So. Not sure if you knew this- [ There's no way Stephen knows. ] -But I can't see your face. It's covered over with static distortion.
So. Not sure if you knew this- [ There's no way Stephen knows. ] -But I can't see your face. It's covered over with static distortion.
I wouldn't mind being more aware of the outliers.
[But he's not so certain that finding out who and what this bird-kid is talking about will yield any real answers.]
[But he's not so certain that finding out who and what this bird-kid is talking about will yield any real answers.]
...You what?
[No, he did not know that. Stephen taps at his tablet, changing the settings until he can see his own feed. When he sees it he feels something twist in his gut; he doesn't know what it means but something tells him it's more than a technical malfunction.]
That's...probably not good....
[No, he did not know that. Stephen taps at his tablet, changing the settings until he can see his own feed. When he sees it he feels something twist in his gut; he doesn't know what it means but something tells him it's more than a technical malfunction.]
That's...probably not good....
Just message me once you're back to usual and we can sort it out. Do you remember who you talked to after the fact or will you need to make a note or something?
If it's like last time? Yeah. I know who you are, I just don't recognize you.
[His personal anomaly. He'd known, the same as all of them, what he had to do in order to get his light back. He remembers her staying at his side as he died, still telling him it hadn't been enough.]
No. Of course -- no. I didn't kill her.
No. Of course -- no. I didn't kill her.
Cool, that's easy.
[Even if the wording doesn't make much sense on its own when he examines it. He gets the idea, and that's enough.]
You got anything else you need help with right now?
[Even if the wording doesn't make much sense on its own when he examines it. He gets the idea, and that's enough.]
You got anything else you need help with right now?
[ Sylar heaves an over-dramatic sigh and gives the tablet a wan smile. ]
I should've run a class- Murdering Your Friends for Fun and Profit.
Okay. I'm not sure what that means, other than perhaps you didn't take your 'light' back, whatever the hell that is. I'll be with Al, but you should find someone to travel with that doesn't have the same problem. If some sort of data corruption or something starts happening to you two, it'd be better to know about it right away.
I should've run a class- Murdering Your Friends for Fun and Profit.
Okay. I'm not sure what that means, other than perhaps you didn't take your 'light' back, whatever the hell that is. I'll be with Al, but you should find someone to travel with that doesn't have the same problem. If some sort of data corruption or something starts happening to you two, it'd be better to know about it right away.
[Stephen draws a ragged breath, unable to take the joke for what it is.]
Don't.
[He desperately doesn't want to talka bout this. Doesn't want to talk about the old friend who came here in pieces, and doesn't want to talk about the very real possibility that he's going to lose himself again.]
I'll figure something out.
Don't.
[He desperately doesn't want to talka bout this. Doesn't want to talk about the old friend who came here in pieces, and doesn't want to talk about the very real possibility that he's going to lose himself again.]
I'll figure something out.
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