Rikky and Yvette... the capture

*His hair freshly shorn again, Rikky wanders about the complex, musing to himself. Things flitter in his head even as he shields from the vast majority of thoughts inside the compound. Here and there he picks a few things up… hears a thought, sees a memory, and these he files away for later, ignoring them mostly. No, this is his time and he needs to think. Jesse traipses in his head, images of her, of what he’d discovered from her in their meetings. And he stumbles across a piece of information that surely he noticed before, surely… he must have reported it. Then again, it had nothing to do with Him, so… he pauses in mid stride, eyes narrowing. And he feels a very definite -push-… a sudden, overwhelming curiosity. His head cocks to the side… he blinks slowly, shoulders squaring, posture straightening, slipping… slipping into the role. As he does so, he pads his way to the transporter room, punches in some coordinates. With languor, he strolls to the device, the large, multi-person porter, and steps on. A moment later, timer set, he vanishes in light, to coalesce somewhere that seems so very familiar… but he has never been before. A farm. He hears and scents horses in the distance. But more than that, he searches… searches for one rarely spoken of in a certain man’s company, and one this man speaks rarely of… he searches for Venin*

*She takes a swig from the bottle and slams it down on the kitchen table* ~goddamn it! how can I be so stupid..I have to remember how young he really is~ *She rakes her hands through her hair* What the hell have I gotten myself into? *she puts her head in her hands* ~no-one ever told me it would be this tough...but then again, I should know better...nothing is as it appears* she takes another sip from the beer bottle, finishing it off* ~how do I raise a teenager that knows less about life than a 10yr old~ *she picks up the bottle and swirls the dregs around* ~maybe I should try to find him...talk to him~

*His head swivels from where he stands, and his eyes narrow minutely… sharp hearing, very keen, picks up the sound of a voice. / What the hell have I gotten myself into?/ ….He smiles.. or at least bares his teeth a moment. He himself stands outside the farmhouse, hands clasped behind his back, and so fully into the role, its an eerie perfection. He caught some of the friction between Aerik and Venin in Jesse’s mind… and conjectures the rest. They didn’t seem to get along. So be it. Not like anyone but Jesse /did/ get along with Him. But how to approach? The compulsion is incredibly strong… learn. Learn and… his chest tightens a bit. But nerves didn’t seem -his- way, so he mentally pushes them back, down, away… and steps forward, proudly. Now here, he’s not sure. Would Aerik let himself in? Alan. Rikky catches the scent, knows of him from Jesse as well. Knows of Zakai, too. His head cocks, he blinks in odd intervals. And makes his decision. A small clamber outside, nothing overly loud, nothing overly suspicious… and Rikky himself simply leans against the door jamb, arms folded, nonchalantly.. there, he waits*

*She leans back, the chair balancing on two legs, and stretches.....if only I knew where the hell he was....she hears a noise outside, the chair instantly settling to all four legs.....that has to be a raccoon, or that mouthy Rochelle that Gild brought home, what he sees in her she has no idea. Thank god she doesn't hang around much.... She stands and walks towards the back door, she opens it. She would prefer to see almost anyone standing there, at times even pole was preferable to this unnatural runner...did he even qualify as unnatural anymore, or was he now classed as supernatural?...she stands there, a bored expression on her face* What the hell do you want?

*His expression says it all… /And hello to you, too, Yvette/… a smug smirk, a slightly arched brow. He seems amused by her response, but doesn’t, yet, shift posture. Instead, he makes a minute, complex gesture. As if he can -tell- her why he’s there. He notes Jesse is not here now, and Alan is asleep. Then his head tips the other way, his smile becomes a bit darker, a bit more.. wickedly indulgent. It, too, speaks volumes... /Having a bad day?/ He can SMELL the alcohol from here…*

*If Jesse was here, she might be a little more polite, but she wasn't, and this guy made her skin crawl.....the fact that someone could so easily RIP into another’s mind, she found that abhorrent, and it didn't help that he seemed to enjoy it so much.....as she watches him she notes the new hairstyle....With a sigh, she reaches behind the door and grabs a notepad and pen, which she tosses at him* If you want something write it. Otherwise I don't have the time, or patience to deal with you today.

*He catches the pad and pen with his usual grace, not even looking at it as he does so. Air currents and shifts in pressure allow him to know its course. He straightens then, brow arched sharply, and looking vastly amused by her response to his presence. He writes something down, quickly, perfectly… and hands it back at her, holding his amusement, displaying it for her. His black-clad limbs gracefully stretch to lean towards her as he does so, not throwing it back as she had done. And holding the implements in such a way as to force her to awkwardly take the things if she would wish not to make physical contact. The note reads: "Indulging a bit? *drawing note to her drinking* It would seem even you cannot handle as much as you pretend to. I am here to inquire after Alan…"*

*She reads the note from where she stands, not even trying to retrieve the pad and paper. She ignores the first part* Alan’s fine *she watches you suspiciously...she might not be too sure about this new Alan herself, but she will be sure to keep Aerik away from him no matter what.* Why?

*Ingenuitive, this one. Rikky had not made it easy to read the note from where she stood, it would have defeated the purpose of his placement. But then, she was no stranger to such things, was she? This ex-GUARD. Rikky smiles… half his lips tugged further than the other half. His brow is still arched, his smirk insufferable. Why. He rolls his eyes and writes again. "Jesse did not think so. She was worried. And do not think I do not know *underlined* what transpired that day, when he was recovered"*

so? *she shrugs, acting as if cloning was no big deal...in reality she hated it, she had seen some of the results...to her cloning rated right up there with psionics* we were all a little worried for a while, he's fine now.

*Rikky sighs softly, both brows bridging over his goldblack eyes, almost in place of shaking his head at her, an expression at her interpreted naïveté. He shrugs then, and smiles. Shifting again, and brushing the locks of night off his shoulders, he writes again… and presents it to her. "Sure he is. Just as you are. Just as Zakai is. Hard to raise a syntant, is it not? Perhaps I could give you a few pointers…"* *he’s gambling a bit, quite a bit is a long shot, but he’s not wholly uneducated in the situations here*

*she stiffens at the mention of Zak, her voice takes on a sarcastic tinge* What do you know about raising anything? You're more likely to raze than raise. *how dare he even mention Zak...she didn't trust him further than she could throw him...what was he up to? he's not the type for idle chatter...he wants something…Her eyes glint dangerously as she watches you*

*Now, THAT reaction was interesting… the stiffening, the sarcastic tone. He almost chuckles, but instead just looks supremely… arrogant. Again, his eyes roll, again, he writes, his entire posture almost a mocking. "I have touched syntant minds. I know their very make-up. I have *underlined* remade them. I know far more about them than you could. Especially with how much you… lack. Know about raising? Have you *underlined* ever been in a mother’s thoughts? How much do you know?"

*She clenches her fists as she reads your note...thought of anyone...especially HIM, remaking Zak’s mind, remaking any mind in fact infuriates her....how can one person be so insensitive, especially one who has seen as much as he has...you'd think empaths would be more sympathetic* Which explains why Sai detests you so much. No-one will mess with Zak. *her controlled clipped tone becomes almost a snarl* Aerik, why don't you just fuck off and play somewhere else.

*Rikky… is forced to stifle a grin. My /word/… how Aerik can get one to react. But Rikky is, perhaps, seeing some of the trouble caused in simply being what he is. Venin completely misinterprets.. completely. Rikky never mentioned remaking Zak’s mind.. never. He was simply giving rebuttals. She asked what he knew about raising, he offered his knowledge of syntants as some proof he knew what he was doing, and… did Aerik always have to deal with this? Presumptions of such a gross nature? Undoubtedly. It explained a few things, Rikky thinks… "You have no idea why Sai dislikes me *true enough, it had -nothing- to do with Aerik’s mind tamperings*, so spare yourself that embarrassment and the brazen display of you ignorance. Then, think carefully. Did I ever /once/ threaten Zakai? Did I ever mention -messing- with him? Think hard now, Yvette."*

*Stands in the door, ready to close it and totally ignore you* Aerik, if you have a purpose state it, if not why don't you just screw off.

*She wasn’t letting him /learn/, dammit, and his push.. his compulsion, does not allow for failure in what he seeks. She /knows/ of Aerik, Rikky /must/ know what she knows. But she hates Aerik and has those bloody shields, the snapback, and the ability to turn pain into power. Energy. Push… literally comes to shove. Its not something Rikky is even really aware of except for the sudden burst of aggression, of violence. Things put into motion, things he doesn’t know about. A little snap in his head, and it builds… no, it breaks. Like a dam giving way to the desert flood, it all breaks loose. Adrenaline, tripling strength, speed… dulling true thought, dimming vision, a black wall encroaching on his eyesight… the mind takes over, the pushes take over, the result of being denied which, for the first time, surfaces. Eshva speed, Eshva agility, mutated senses and skills… lightning fast, boosted by his brain… boosted three fold, from already impressive levels.. all this and more combines into one, swiftfire /strike/… he lashes out. Not with mind, but physical, his hand, his free one, body ghosting to his shoulder, and just that one. The other hand still holds the pad and pen. Even if the door were to close, it wouldn’t hinder his actions. Ghosting through.. his aim… to enter Yvette in such a manner, grasp her heart, preferably, then semi-solidify and -squeeze-. It should plunge her into unconsciousness, this attack formulated and executed specifically to counter her abilities. A massive heartattack… but worse*

*she turns slightly, planning to close the door and leave him outside...maybe he'll get the message....but as she goes to close the door, she turns back...she almost senses something, something different, dangerous...She only has a second for it to register, the change of expression on Aerik’s face, the blur of movement faster than her unnatural eye can track, and briefly for a second, she could have sworn she saw through his arm....but...she always thought she'd manage to get at least one shot at him before...... Then suddenly she feels her chest tighten, her hand reflexively reaching for her chest as she struggles for a last breath....then just as suddenly blackness encompasses her and she knows no more*

*he waits… hand inside her chest, fingers wrapped about her heart… waits a moment after she passes out, her body pushed too hard, in a strange way, strangled… before he removes himself from her chest cavity. But its only because he’s panting slightly, he’s dazed, he needs a moment to catch his breath, catch himself. Then, stunned, he allows the body to slide from his arms as he removes it, letting it ghost again, letting Yvette drop unceremoniously to the floor. No blood on him… at least, not as much as one might expect to see from such a maneuver. And he blinks… slowly, dully, eyes large and round, at his hand, then to Yvette, then to his hand again. He doesn’t know -why- he just did that, and it… things snap again, they are pushed, breakers once more in place. His eyes squeeze shut, then pry open… and suddenly it all seems very logical. She was a /RUNner/… she was nothing. Take her down, yes, this was what he should do. The sudden outburst, the run of adrenaline through his system, the uncharacteristic violence… it passes his notice now. All smoothed out. With the same hand that damaged her, and there will need to be healing, what Rikky did was not exactly -kind-… he reaches down and grabs her by the scruff, hoisting her across his shoulder. Still, he holds the pad and pen, and he contacts the HQ via psionics. And he needs scent neutralizer. He’s not a fool. Soon after, they both vanish in a bright light, compliments the transporter… and the neutralizer is deployed. There will be no scent left. It will take Venin’s as well, and that might be suspicious to the right person, but give no leads as to what or who happened. And they are gone… Venin, well known, will be guarded very, very well….*