Sakura simmered, unhappy and unnerved in Marco's mind. He thought her way of doing things didn't have a payoff -- her years of experience saying otherwise probably communicated back to him just like the rest of what came to her did. She was attempting control, but was far from able to do the kind of filtering that she even managed for herself.
She had to remind herself they were working with constraints within constraints. She knew that if her body were under her control, it was more than simple to hide from folks relying on the particular senses Marco and his friends used, without a little crafty thinking on their own part. Yet a body without a soul? How did that even move?
By finding itself a new soul, she thought, wishing it was just to herself, knowing it was more than public enough for Marco. Against the backdrop of her ongoing stream of consciousness, it stood out as a coherent concept.
Still, listening to their mental chatter, she had a half mental shrug of her own, addressing Marco since she had no ring (or other means) to talk to the rest even if she'd -- well. That was a lie. She just wasn't going to use the means she did have.
My shampoo ran out, so I can't really say it's anything like that. Unscented soap for washing, nothing that should make me smell floral. Perfume didn't occur to her. She didn't wear anything of the sort, so the possibility slipped her mind.
His own banter with Cassie elicited something like half-hearted amusement, and nothing much else. Sakura wasn't in a mood to be amused, and was trying, very hard, to slip into mission mode. It was damnably hard when she couldn't do her mission mode things, and trying to instruct Marco as to what those things were was only frustrating them both.
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She had to remind herself they were working with constraints within constraints. She knew that if her body were under her control, it was more than simple to hide from folks relying on the particular senses Marco and his friends used, without a little crafty thinking on their own part. Yet a body without a soul? How did that even move?
By finding itself a new soul, she thought, wishing it was just to herself, knowing it was more than public enough for Marco. Against the backdrop of her ongoing stream of consciousness, it stood out as a coherent concept.
Still, listening to their mental chatter, she had a half mental shrug of her own, addressing Marco since she had no ring (or other means) to talk to the rest even if she'd -- well. That was a lie. She just wasn't going to use the means she did have.
My shampoo ran out, so I can't really say it's anything like that. Unscented soap for washing, nothing that should make me smell floral. Perfume didn't occur to her. She didn't wear anything of the sort, so the possibility slipped her mind.
His own banter with Cassie elicited something like half-hearted amusement, and nothing much else. Sakura wasn't in a mood to be amused, and was trying, very hard, to slip into mission mode. It was damnably hard when she couldn't do her mission mode things, and trying to instruct Marco as to what those things were was only frustrating them both.