Jesse asks for aid

*Circumstances could lead one to believe that there was more than what met the eye. No officials /could/ be called no one that could be turned to. No one besides her 'teams' ' Resources. And of which the knew nothing. Jesse may not have been particularly worried at first, Yvette could have left to a bar. To get a few drinks. Though there was an adequate supply of alcohol in the house. She may have been too incapacitated to drive or call, simply have rented a Hotel room for the night. But after the drug induced stupor wore off, she would have called. There was still an open beer on the table upon Jesse's return And Zak was getting worried. So she sent to the only person she had not asked. A person who usually had answers... Aerik. In a flash of light and a concealment of thought she appeared at the place he usually was, the tavern. A small toss of her hair and no concern about being 'caught', she was there, to inquire about her dearest of friends*

*Rikky sees, without seeing, the scenery of the French countryside, his thoughts, all that glorious power, swirling inside his lovely head. He doesn't blink, but his eyes stay moist, regulated by the telepath who could control every tiny molecule of his own body... most the time. Recent events had him thinking... thinking about things he hadn't even considered before, thanks to, in great part, Pirhana. Her powers, when he'd undampened them, had... affected him, to say the least. And there were other things to consider... like the fact he had /snapped/ and taken Venin with pitiful ease. She was currently drugged and incarcerated inside a specialized holding cell some distance below the Eshva clone. But most of all, Rikky was struggling... struggling for /himself/. Absently, he reaches up and runs a hand through his freshly-cut hair. It was annoying, to be honest, to have to play Him, to not be himself.. hell, to not learn who he himself even -was-. All he knew was... Rikky was -not- Aerik. Thoughts as they are, scattered, he picks it up perhaps faster then normal, a sending along -his- lines, a call for Aerik, but directed, oddly enough, at Rikky. Immediately he snatches at it, hoards it himself, cradles it in a pocket of mindspace so its unreachable by anyone else... and he knows who sends... he smiles as his mind straightens itself out. Oh, that lovely psionic... it was she. Good. He turns abruptly, and strolls down the corridors, ignoring all others, until he reaches the transporter room. The correct coordinates, the tavern, not the castle, and he vanishes on the discs, to reappear not far from her, that signature. His blackgold eyes alight... and he sends, perfectly... His send...*MS*() Jesse....()

* She turned, it was uncanny that every time she had sought him, he had been outside.. perhaps seeking solace of his own. She was unable to see him, turning though towards the send, a small smile, erased by lines of worry about recent events, as she stopped, her mind open as if to speak. Even in this light.. perhaps the hair was pulled back. The lovely ebony locks were curled around a clasp of some sort. She blinked, in surprise, as her mind remained in that awkward gawk.. Then aloud.. * .. Aerik.. your .. hair.. * She blinked again in surprise, for some reason unbeknownst to her she thought he valued and took pride in those long raven locks. She stumbled in thought for a moment, like a cold engine turning over and over. Sputtering to life then she opened the link further, with an awkward slowness. Unsure how to approach this, new event. If anything she knew humans were easiest to adapt, but she was still uncomfortable about the changes. Almost as if.. as if it wasn't her Aerik anymore…Then her thoughts cleared, again leaving no reservation to her mind from him. It was simply a hair-cut. Obviously he wanted it, his hair could be grown back as easily as the motion for the scissors to snip it. She tilted her head, she could not lie, so she stated the truth.. ~~ It is different .. ~~ That was not necessarily a BAD thing. She tilted her head again before approaching him slowly, her mental threads bouncing off his shielding in a brilliant display of the powerful minds meeting. Like chords connecting their very thoughts, and things that went beyond mere thoughts. She paused, relaying concern, not about the hair of course, but of Yvette. In the most simplistic form of communication, she had only achieved with him. Pushing her lavender locks behind her ear as she persisted, forming words whispered though the thoughts. Enveloped in the small emotion that saturated them with a watered consistency. ~~ I do not know where she is.. I am concerned as we all are. And as I know you two are not... the most compatible of people, I perhaps thought you would know of her whereabouts.. ~~ A shift in her thin frame as she neared just a bit closer. Psionic eyes would have seen the sheer power bouncing between the two minds, in that again awesome display. *

*Rikky watches as Jesse blinks, as her mind opens and just… pauses. As it gapes as a mouth would, in surprise. His hair… she says as much. Yes, /his/ hair, -not- HIS hair. He is proud of this, this little keeping of himself, it was his own. But Rikky is not his own around Jesse… no, she expects Aerik, HIM, and he very quickly, in the space of a blink, slips into the role. He smiles softly at her, amberblack eyes narrowing in slight amusement, and, having perfected his signature, having brushed her mind, having stolen from Sai, he opens just enough… nothing unusual, really, even Aerik didn’t open -fully- to Jesse unless he had no other choice. Honest and open with her? Yes, but unshielded? Maybe were he dying… so in perfect Aerik fashion, he shows just enough, mostly just strengthening his signature, but displaying nothing underneath, as was HIS wont. Power.. yes, so much between these two, so very much* MS*() Do you like it () *more of a statement, gentle, but not overly concerned, more of a formality than anything, tho not to say he -didn’t- care. He did, he would like her opinion. But it wasn’t a permanent thing, as she well knew. At the thoughts of Yvette, his expression turns just a bit sour, while at the same time, his brow arches high, eyes flat. Then he smirks in his own way, offers an off-handed, graceful gesture of dismissal, and straightens* MS*() There is no love lost between Yvette and I. There is no reason for me to track her in any capacity. You know this, Jesse…() *he sends it gently, but its obvious he means /She’s lost? Oh well… isn’t that a shame/*

*Her face had lost it's smile, and faint surprise, and recomposed to the dull flat pond, glass smooth. The usual composure. She ignored the hair, just for now, as she nodded. Saying lightly, in a calm quiet mental voice. ~~ Though I know that there is no reason nor a benefit for the actions, that you surely do not have any affections to be lost on Yvette. But your mental reach as we both know nearly quadruples mine, and more.. perhaps you could scan for her.. even if she is not held high on your fancy. ~~ The words almost seemed as if programmed in her mental voice, as she glanced upwards, a small tilt of her head, a small reach of slender white fingers. wandered towards his hair, hesitated on their journey upwards. saying then, as if addressing less important matters in the order of which they should be addressed. ~~ Your hair is.. different. I have always been fond of your hair, as you have been to my lavender locks.. and you know our tastes.. differ in areas such as this.. ~~ Then perhaps as the whim passed she withdrew her fingers from his personal space, folding her hands back with in themselves. backing away, looking at his newest change. Seeming almost distant since their last outing. Though things were not always as they would be shown or appeared. *

*MS*()……You prefer it long.() *he states it succinctly, his own smile not fading, darkgold eyes bright in their shadows. Of course she did… long hair was /Aerik/, he reminds himself where she cannot hear it, and she loves…/Aerik/…. A small internal sigh, and Rikky tips his head, those orbs half-shielded by his long, demonic lashes* *MS*() You have a delightful sense of understatement, soulmate… *he smirks a moment, calling attention to her words of Yvette not being high in his favor, of his power range. As she raises a hand, his face softens, as if preparing for a light touch… but he doesn’t receive it, she withdraws, and his expression regains its former spark* Have you forgotten her shields? Snapbacks can.. affect… even me.() *he stands tall and straight, proud, chin lifted, gorgeous face caressed by shadows, fingers of them touching whereas she had not* *MS*() And as I recall, you do not -like- your hair…()

*She smiled honestly, for a moment, her teeth even showing though the smile.. ~~ I did not say that I preferred it any length, it is just a surprise..~~ Pausing for another moment, as she nodded, her last hope on locating Yvette, unless she was home was smashed. She nearly refused to see someone she viewed as so strong, to have been getting caught. She nearly ruled out that possibility. She sighed in discomfort over the situation, then again she had not fully expected his help. As in some things she figured she would have to fare this alone without him.. with help from Zak, Geoff, and Alan. Which was better than totally alone. Though his mental powers would have been a benefit to the search. ~~ And I despise the coloring of my hair, as it used to be a gentle fawn brown. As my eyes used to be a brown too. I find myself remembering these things, along with memories of knowing how to smile easily, and pain caused tears. Perhaps why I detest them so. ~~ Looking back towards him, a small emotionless shrug rolled though her body as she leaned forward, hesitating. The lingering want to stay, with one she held dearly, in a way no one could replace.. where as she was truly now concerned about Yvette. Knowing he knew these facts, though stating them.. carefully. Something that had been lingering on each thought she had thought to him. ~~ Soulmate.. ~~ a slight pause, not mentioning Yvette again. He had made up his mind, he was stubborn in those aspects. ~~ Is there anything.. wrong.. ~~

*…she was so /lovely/ when she allowed that, he decides… allows a smile, a true one, to show through. Of course, he knows where Yvette is… but were he to search, as she asks, were he to really attempt it (and he would have to or she would know he was faking), he -would- be wounded on those shields… provided they were up. Drugged as she was, its doubtful. But was it worth the risk? He knew the files, the snapback would literally /throw/ his power back at his own mind tenfold in strength. It would… /hurt/… if not do worse. She must have, Rikky realizes, immense faith in Aerik’s abilities. And perhaps it was justified, but for Rikky… he wouldn’t be able to push the attack away so easily, if at all* MS*() You despise it, I am fond of it. It is surely as gentle and lovely now as it was then… *He smiles a bit wider, softly, a winning, beautiful gesture, and reaches up, out, to stroke a lock of her mane with the lightest of fingers* Yes… *almost absent, a murmur as he loses himself in the texture, the silk, of her hair against his sensitive touch* But such things are not, perhaps, for us, soulmate… easy smiles and tears and pain. We are more elegant, more controlled, we are telepaths of an extreme caliber. We are better… *then, at her last statement, he comes back to himself, begins to lower his hand, reluctantly* Why ever would you ask such a thing, Jesse?()

*She moved then towards him, her eyes still seeming devoid, as they would always seem. Reaching out and then finally letting her fingers travel along the length of his remaining mane. Tilting her head again, letting the features soften, it was a sight to see. A smile to a stone, a soft stone, to a smile. As if a normal person was going though an epileptic episode. ~~ Tears and smiles I have denied myself a hundred times over, and perhaps miss their company with a sadistic fondness.. or perhaps it is a lacking of something I am only deluding myself I have attained in the past. You have taught me so much, as a teacher, a person, a mentor, a lover. Lately more than ever it has seemed as you have taught me more about yourself. ~~ Perhaps the hair is fitting, for he seem different, but insanely the same. Her fingers traveled the length once more before releasing from it completely. Rolling into his soothing touches, slowly. ~~ To a near child-like wonder that was attained from a gazing of the stars, which I admit fascinated and perplexed me. I .. ~~ She paused again looking towards him. ~~ Don't understand these things.. but I am appreciative of them. Such as tears and fleeting smiles.. that even now seem to escape me ~~ Pausing again looking towards him, slowly letting her hand fall to her side completely. Then her opposite hand searching for his, and though her shielding was open as it always had been, utterly vulnerable was her mind, there were barriers, as anyone had, swirling enigmas and rhetorical equations, and mixed between this was where she thought, at several levels at once. She had utter faith in the abilities of Aerik, and that he could search even if it were for a field, perhaps. As she had often even searched for Yvette's body regardless of the mind, or even the minds of those around Yvette to locate her easily. She leaned forward, letting her hand again to travel to his shoulders, for a gentle embrace. *

*her every change of expression is watched closely, the mind opened a swirl of thoughts, chaotic and orderly… she offers so /much/… more than she should, to -any-one. An open book, she hides nothing, her faith, her trust so very… beguiling. So entrancing. And as even /Aerik/ couldn’t, for some reason, ignore it, neither can Rikky. For telepaths, at least of such high power, physical intimacies mean little… its all mental that means -anything-… for the mind works the body, so the responses of the flesh are not a mystery. They hold little interest. Its the -mind- that controls, that produces chemicals and pleasures and pains and all things in-between and under and above. And here, hers is exposed, like milky thighs wide-spread, inviting, impossible to look away from even when its wanted. Everything is there… and she is no fool, she simply… trusts. Perhaps wrongly, perhaps not…. She speaks of keeping back tears, pain, smiles. And yet she bares all. She is contradiction, all innocence in it, she is girl and woman and leader and follower. She is, quite simply to Rikky… the most amazing, engrossing person he has /ever/ met…* *MS*() …teach you… about myself. *slowly, a mere whisper of thought, emotion* What do I show you? What have you learned? *this is very important to him, so to downplay the extreme importance, he asks…* Why? Why do these things escape you? You are power.. you are mind and body… you control them. If you want… it is your body, your wants and whims… are easily obtainable…() *he’s slightly distracted by her touches, thoroughly enjoying them as a cat might, his lazy, languid blinking indicating this, his sloe-eyed smile, so light, so delighted. Moving into the caresses, offering his own, not taking his hand away as he was about to, but continuing to stroke her fine hair. He can smell her scent, hear her heartbeat, feel the pulse… feel her warmth and taste the salt of her skin on his tongue, all from this distance. He doesn’t move from his position as she reaches for his hand, he offers it as her fingers seek… and when she leans in for the embrace, its returned… gingerly, delicately… fondly*

* She paused, her motions her mind her heart all seemed to cease in a single instant. Then resumed in a delicate lazy and comfortable throb. ~~ I'm not sure what you would like me to disclose, that you enjoy stars, what you are and are not, perhaps everything that I have failed to notice though my own ignorance. ~~ Another pause, thoughts that swam to his mind, perhaps overloading, sharing, open, and somehow deceptively so. ~~ You have been more open, and seemingly more whole, more wise. I am sure it is attributed to the lack of stress you're feeling. But even the simplistic motions, have revealed more about you, than a thousand life times could before Razorshred. Perhaps I was not strong enough emotionally to notice them, or strong enough mentally to observe the complexities that compose such a stunning individual. These things.. like your hair.. I do so now mention I like. even in your arms now, seem more purposeful, they seem more enveloping. I should attribute these things to my, just now note of them. And for if they had always been there, then I should say I am in regret I have not noticed these /more/ emphasized qualities. ~~ Letting more thoughts and feelings, not holding back. As if that small glimpse of those milky thighs, and scantly clad breasts shifted. More revealed, though keeping a modesty. A slight slide of a fabric that was the equivalent to another shield giving way. She pressed her fingers from both hands now to his hair, and slid her mental fingers to his still mostly shielded mind. Cupping and lulling almost. Her deeper thoughts that seemed just whispers of a wind that passed though a fleeting glint of a silver stream lingered. Hidden craftily, though 'his' teachings. He could find them as easily as he taught them, if indeed her growing suspicion was correct. She forced herself to acknowledge these things, while not thinking or knowing them. Don't.. you're.. she paused. He would know or was she suspecting and expecting too much from the individual placed go gently in her arms and thoughts. She thought this in a matter of not thinking at all. The equations and problems and emotions that shielded here so lightly, like the jumble flowing to his mind slowly waned as her hands held him in both aspects of his being.*

*Contractions. She has never employed these before, its a vague noting he makes… his quick mind picking them up, but not quite comprehending… perhaps too focused on other things. He blinks slowly, listening, feeling… and she’s close, very close… but him as yet, there is not a stirring, he is not awakened… he simply enjoys the contact, the warmth and most of all, the mind on mind… and suddenly, a few things hit… Sai. Boyfriend. Needs… Aerik had /left/ Sai for… a new boyfriend. Rikky knows the scent, but not the face. Aerik and Jesse had been one-time lovers, she showed this, she showed… Alan. And in his role, Rikky does what he -should- do, not what he wants to do, which is stay here like this, with her, enraptured. Needs… Sai had given him much. Rikky’s eyes close a moment, he lingers in the caresses… and then steps back minutely, eyes opened into narrow slits of amusement, gleaming gold-bright, flashing like laughter* MS*() You are not so sloppy… *calling attention to the contractions she’s -never- used before… -and- the almost saccharin-sweetness of her praise. It just seemed too thick for one who was so guarded, even here and now, with her with him. And it partly leaks over, his findings, her traps. One thing to be said of Rikky, maybe even more so than his twin, he is /observant/… he remembers… he judges and weighs. His head cocks to the side, moving from her hands, mouth pursed in a small moue of admonishment* I believe.. I taught you better than this. Or you have forgotten my lessons() *he takes a breath, a deep one but quiet, and almost grins* MS*() You seek to.. what, Jesse? Test me? I assure you, I need no tests. And I am uncertain as to whether it is flattering or insulting you display this… flattering you know I will see through it, or insulting that you believe I may not() *without anything else, he disentangles from her, face shadowed and humored… an edge in his eyes, all at once* *MS* ()Games… are not your forte… ()

* She blinked slowly, then honestly stepping forward tightening her grip, her arms sliding back to his shoulders, a more of a relieved grasp, as she then lets everything down. Even the vitals, confidant that again no one would be as so dumb to attack the strongest one of the strongest telepaths heard of thus far. She let her grasp linger, longer than it should. Then letting him go slowly. Looking to him and saying ~~ Then perhaps that was my mistake, .. thank you Aerik.. ~~ Her eyes glancing up towards him, with compassion and gratitude riddled within them. Saying softly, then* I am sorry I have doubted you, but as things tend to be.. I feel rather *Questioning the emotion * Embarrassed. ~~ She withdrew completely, gleaming upwards to his black-gold eyes, as she let a hand travel to his velvety face and silken locks. Smiling.. honestly. ~~ I do believe I like this.. immensely so. ~~ A glimmer of happiness and relief wandering towards him. Shaking her head for a moment ignoring more pressing issues to indulge herself quietly in his simple company. Knowing as things always have been that she could not stay, as much as they both may have liked. ~~ Perhaps one day ~~ Glancing back where her eyes downcast themselves and leaving the rest linger to the unspoken language of love, and telepathy. *

*He hides any trace of surprise… she /had/ been testing him. Suspicions, perhaps. He’ll have to guard himself better in the future. He doesn’t move into her touches now, but smiles at them, indulgent, and friendly. His eyes are bright, he is not offended. But rather, as Aerik would have been tho Rikky has no way of knowing it, /amused/* MS*()No need to be embarrassed, Jesse. I understand, as you should have known. Caution is a part of us, and I can see my.. drastic change of hairstyle… somewhat set you on edge. I merely.. /felt/ like doing it. *another soft breath, almost like a laugh, and he grins* Thank you.. for the praise. *and he feels what leaks over, the emotions, the maybes, the relief, the happiness. He nods physically to them, acknowledging, then murmurs into her mind* Perhaps… one day… soulmate. Right now, you have a friend to find….() *and he reaches up, brushes the back of his hand against her cheek, just once, soft… and lets his hand lower again, eyes intent on her, for all the world looking like /her/ Aerik…*