"Your species has too many hidden meanings," observed Sabra and turned, making her way to a bag and retrieving the batteries she had requested. Curious things... But upon asking how more could be procured, she had wanted them. Sabra removing the metal cylinders from their cardboard prison cells and going to the middle of the room, sitting cross-legged. Adding them to an ectoplasmic-slimed pile of others, attached to a garbage can lid by means of coathangers.
"These will do," she told the girl. "More would be better."
Saying she relaxed her posture might be technically incorrect. Relented, maybe... Sabra straightening spine, looking straight ahead at the opposite wall.
"Mating doesn't need consent."
The return to that earlier subject of conversation came out of the blue, as so many things did with Sabra. Someone had raised her. An organisation, perhaps. maybe not. Whoever it had been, they would probably be disappointed to see the fruits of their labour occupying a common motel room, chatting about sex to a vampire-hunter.
On the floor, the books which had landed with a thump, from earlier, now showed subtle signs of animation. Moving of their own accord, albeit just slightly. Sabra not looking at the girl; appearing to have adopted a meditative-like pose. The books starting to flip slowly through pages, as if coming awake. One or two of them rising from the floor, levitating. Hanging in the air. Not being read with eyes, but the mind.
Talk about multi-tasking... It was quite the unique learning system.
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on 2013-11-18 03:47 am (UTC)"These will do," she told the girl. "More would be better."
Saying she relaxed her posture might be technically incorrect. Relented, maybe... Sabra straightening spine, looking straight ahead at the opposite wall.
"Mating doesn't need consent."
The return to that earlier subject of conversation came out of the blue, as so many things did with Sabra. Someone had raised her. An organisation, perhaps. maybe not. Whoever it had been, they would probably be disappointed to see the fruits of their labour occupying a common motel room, chatting about sex to a vampire-hunter.
On the floor, the books which had landed with a thump, from earlier, now showed subtle signs of animation. Moving of their own accord, albeit just slightly. Sabra not looking at the girl; appearing to have adopted a meditative-like pose. The books starting to flip slowly through pages, as if coming awake. One or two of them rising from the floor, levitating. Hanging in the air. Not being read with eyes, but the mind.
Talk about multi-tasking... It was quite the unique learning system.