Valerie cocked her head to the side then grabbed over her own notebook. “The Deeper Well.” She mused quietly while her fingers located a pen to write it down on the back page out of sight. Could that be where Sabra came from, or belonged? The chances of ever getting the real Sabra returned to her body were so low that it would be like trying to explore all of space. Not in the blonde’s lifetime, not ever. That didn’t explain who did it in the first place. Until she had answers herself she wasn’t going to mention her. That would be self destructive, and would certainly tarnish the trust that had been steadily forming between herself and the demoness. There was no way to tell right now what the Council would do with her, either way, she wasn’t about to hand her over.
“That’s great.” She said, and truly meant it. “I’d never even heard of the Deeper Well before. It was just strange to hear the name Maloker outside of, well, training.” Valerie made a face, more at herself than anything else and ate the rest of her sandwich as Julianna talked. A quick sip of soda cleared her palate and she scratched the side of her jaw a bit sheepishly. An agent sounded about right. Certainly had the presence for it, whoever Beth really was she was damn clever. Why did that make the blonde grin so very slightly? She shook her head to focus and returned her attention to Julianna.
“I don’t think she attacked me psychically but when she revealed her true form, when she spoke, it drifted in and out of my mind as if she were speaking directly from within my skull. What I don’t understand is why approach me in a human disguise? She knew my full name, what I was, so why the dance? Oh wait, mind games.”
Valerie picked up a few chips and crunched them quietly. Fingers tapped the pen against her notebook lightly as she considered what to say. It had to be worded right or she’d sound deranged. “The essence reacted to her.” The blonde paused, looked towards the elder, then up at the ceiling with a sigh. “I could feel it inside me, calling for her. Reaching like a child for it’s mother. Or maybe a kindred spirit. It wanted.”
Though what it wanted she still wasn’t sure. To be closer, to be engulfed, to be free? Valerie had spent countless hours trying not to think about it only to wind up doing exactly that. “Oh, she gave me a smooth, impossibly black stone, I think it’s a way to pray to her. Which I haven’t, because I’d rather know who I’m dealing with than get wrapped up in forces beyond my comprehension. Call it survival instinct.” She laughed, the sound breezy and light as if they were discussing movies and not ambiguous dangers.
The rest of the chips were soon crunched away, finished off with a sip of soda, as she considered eating the apple. Given how strange the circumstances were it was nice that things were going rather well. Valerie didn’t want conflict, if they could work together like this then she had no problem with talking to the woman. Though she did grin slightly as she nodded, “Sure that works for me, Julianna.” Less formal, absolutely, but it took the edge off the chain of command so that it wasn’t so glaringly in her face.
“That goes both ways, if you hear something I’d like to be kept in the loop if that’s alright?I mean a heads up never hurts, right? If a big bad shows up I’d rather be prepared to run into it than oblivious to its existence.”
Which seemed fair, although would this be solely a swapping of work related information or would other things make it into the equation? Valerie would just have to wait and see.
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on 2013-11-09 02:45 am (UTC)“That’s great.” She said, and truly meant it. “I’d never even heard of the Deeper Well before. It was just strange to hear the name Maloker outside of, well, training.” Valerie made a face, more at herself than anything else and ate the rest of her sandwich as Julianna talked. A quick sip of soda cleared her palate and she scratched the side of her jaw a bit sheepishly. An agent sounded about right. Certainly had the presence for it, whoever Beth really was she was damn clever. Why did that make the blonde grin so very slightly? She shook her head to focus and returned her attention to Julianna.
“I don’t think she attacked me psychically but when she revealed her true form, when she spoke, it drifted in and out of my mind as if she were speaking directly from within my skull. What I don’t understand is why approach me in a human disguise? She knew my full name, what I was, so why the dance? Oh wait, mind games.”
Valerie picked up a few chips and crunched them quietly. Fingers tapped the pen against her notebook lightly as she considered what to say. It had to be worded right or she’d sound deranged. “The essence reacted to her.” The blonde paused, looked towards the elder, then up at the ceiling with a sigh. “I could feel it inside me, calling for her. Reaching like a child for it’s mother. Or maybe a kindred spirit. It wanted.”
Though what it wanted she still wasn’t sure. To be closer, to be engulfed, to be free? Valerie had spent countless hours trying not to think about it only to wind up doing exactly that. “Oh, she gave me a smooth, impossibly black stone, I think it’s a way to pray to her. Which I haven’t, because I’d rather know who I’m dealing with than get wrapped up in forces beyond my comprehension. Call it survival instinct.” She laughed, the sound breezy and light as if they were discussing movies and not ambiguous dangers.
The rest of the chips were soon crunched away, finished off with a sip of soda, as she considered eating the apple. Given how strange the circumstances were it was nice that things were going rather well. Valerie didn’t want conflict, if they could work together like this then she had no problem with talking to the woman. Though she did grin slightly as she nodded, “Sure that works for me, Julianna.” Less formal, absolutely, but it took the edge off the chain of command so that it wasn’t so glaringly in her face.
“That goes both ways, if you hear something I’d like to be kept in the loop if that’s alright?I mean a heads up never hurts, right? If a big bad shows up I’d rather be prepared to run into it than oblivious to its existence.”
Which seemed fair, although would this be solely a swapping of work related information or would other things make it into the equation? Valerie would just have to wait and see.