Reality Filter: Hydra and Lysette
Much more focused than the log immediately after and above which it is a subset of, Pure Hydra/Lysette perceptivestream, and its aftermath.
Hydra/Psi quietly strides directly toward Lysettes, even as some final thoughts part to drift from herself toward Gray, but they unfold into things expanding too large to engage her, mist drifting past her.
Lysette doesn't seem to mind the rag one bit. Its gone before William can boggle too much, and she coughs, "How are, William?" she asks, grinning lopsidedly, as usual. Then, cants her head to Psi as she holds onto Untitled. She watches with her illuminating green eyes curiously.
Hydra/Psi, still silently, brushes up against Lysette, her head drawing close, pushing, oddly enough, into a kiss, something from herself unwinding around and around, streaming colors barely on the visible level.
Lysette's ears turn thisway and thatway, but picking up nothing from Psi is not terribly disconcerting.. Its the face that draws right up to hers, where its clarity, to her mind, grows and grows, until the resolution of lips against her own. If rags were bloody things, she'd surely taste like the one she just ate - but perhaps she does anyhow, that hint of taffy or unknown substance it was made of. It only takes a moment, but the generally care free hyena presses right back into the kiss, leaning further from Untitled as she watches Psi's resolving face, and the colours which spiral out from her, a soft shiver of curiosity and more passing through her at the unexpected event.
Hydra/Psi unfolds, and she is the distant walls, endlessly fluxing, though discernable as separate as not united with the sphere by the way her own coloring... disturbs a little more. Something alien, inexplicable. And, swiftly, she begins to /unwind/ Lysette, pulling and bending her very essence in unknown possibilities while wrapping around her. As she loses resolution thus, she is far more determinate and fixed to Lysette.
Lysette's colours easily break up, lines like stripes first appearing through her shifting dress, which spirals off in a long line of maroon. She drifts from the canibot's back, who she surely lights up in odd colours as she bristles out into hints of glow and neon, touches of polygon and then softness again as layers seem stripped from her, as possibilities unwind. As she loses outward resolution, inward remains tight, or at least the resolution she has of Psi, and the kiss she never let go, and increasingly is wrapped into as much as Psi herself surrounds her.
Hydra/Psi strums all along Lysette's length, nothing recognizable, immediately violating her with a Melody pouring into the crevices of her soul, yet it is smoothening, patterns dancing lashings out across the distances. A deep, firm kiss.
Lysette no longer resolves as easily recognizable, those layers of being and possibility shed, the touches of stripes and data and everything else which composes her instead becoming the patterns of vibrating song, waves across a surface. Motion, perhaps the flick of what may have been or may be her tail might show for a moment, but its slowed, and something of the mass of possibility that the gravity free hyena has become slumps forward, deeper entwined into Psi, melting against her possibilities as well, shrouded in them. The kiss remains, unbroken, and with the soothing melody, it deepens, from both her indulgence inward past her surprise, and her yielding to the event given to her.
Hydra/Psi is a curious flatness blurring on the edge of the stretched, far pulled Lysette's perception. A horizon, quietly sliding toward her, even as it kisses her, spirals entangling with spirals. Tuning, pulling her to the very brinks of pain, taxing, and yet not crumbling her. Improbable stretching of her limits.
Lysette is not a foreigner to pain by any means, but her usual methodologies of dealing with them are robbed from her while her resolution is down to the conceptual level. The familiar mechanisms, the internal speech, its different.. But it doesn't overwhelm her, the taxation never reaching a point of real pain, just the tingling edge which draws a certain tension at first, though increasingly less as her limits are tested, realized, and retouched even further, perhaps even by herself. Her perception might no longer involve her eyes, but still, she sees, though she cannot record in the same way she normally does.. Yet, it burns to memory, as melody is echoed through her voice, improbably from all over.
Hydra/Psi, utter speed, rushes past Lysette even as she pushes her firmly across herself, conveying her toward a distant goal upon the vast plane that is Psi? Hydra? Surfacing almost like velcro trees, but still utterly flat, all the whorls and curls merely expressing that on an odd almost Moebius strip level. Turns, slick smoothes, over which Lysette's very essences resonates as it is dragged, low humming penerating into her.
Lysette looks out, experiences, knows the plane before her, perhaps only for a moment at a time, perhaps not retaining as much as she knows at any given point but still retaining something of the experience - though, maybe, in the end, it will all coalesce into something more. Not daydreams, but the dreams of the unconscious sometimes look like this, at least for her, though rarely is her awareness such - and yet, her ability to manipulate is rendered that of a child, as she learns all anew. She reaches to turns, she guides herself down the soothing slickness, essence dragging along from her into wispy curls and spirals, unknown if they return to her or forever leave a bit of herself along the endless strip of impossible dreamscape she touches. Just the humming alone, though, would be enough to set her into wonderment, and she echoes it further, in so much as she can will herself to.
Hydra/Psi is a continually creeping imposition into Lysette, though without doubt welcome... The very resonation through Lysette is loss, yet transformation. Changing always losing something... Abrupt, violent slant, rapider hurdling. The others might only see a bright burst of colors beyond number from the oddly stretched light-patches taht once were Lysette and Psi. Might see more. But all hear the music, most intensely channeled into Lysette. More and more, she hums. The kiss irrelevant now, only the very texture of pure math vibrating against her.
Lysette has touched, broken apart into equation and conceptual reality before, and this is little different, though it comes without the ingestion of drugs, it comes without the long drawn out foreplay, this came with a kiss and nothing more than the return of it for her. She may be lossy, but there is a whole to her, a perception - a loss of resolution, though sometimes resolution is the barrier which prevents something else from being so. What this will be, if anything, is not a defined concept in her at present. Violent, exciting colours, rush of what feels like adrenaline but is just an ever growing question, endless matches and solving, correct or not. The kiss may be there, but its just another point of vibration, just another part to which she is hummed against, and the strongest part to where she hums back, the vibration relevant to her, the music perhaps relevant to others, though the sound itself might be lost to her.
Hydra/Psi bends over and over... the dimensions beginning to become a little more apparent, a little more terrifying. Familiar, but rapidly growing less so. Inward curling, almost insane yet mathetically sensible and beautiful spirals, but ulimately leading to... an incalculable point. A singularity, beyond which all projections vanish. With an almost hellish buzz, Hydra (Psi) overlaps Lysette, two patterns twirling together, interlocking. And others only see eye-aching colors where the two would be.
Lysette indeed, is hardly identifiable. There's only a flurry of colour, sound, vibration, a terrible chaotic fractal, sensible, mandelbrots and endless spirals. The point that cannot be solved yet still exist is ahead, or maybe here just ready to be grasped. Maybe its simply discovery of possibility, interlocking forms and somewhere within the essence of the physics violating hyena touches new violations which are no longer violations. Were she watching, she may be surprised at how little the flurry of light distracts the world within the Park, but her present world consists of internal sensibilia manipulated and drawn out by the immediate external that Psi has provided her.
Hydra/Psi pulls Lysette through... An explosion of sound-music-math-data-memory-scent-knowledge through her, her young self staring at herself, a strange young female of indeterminate species looking at them, whispers, sweetnesses, tears, pains, time... all pulled apart, frayed down to the very most basic levels and then broken even further. No particles remaining, no mediums for the patterns to express themselves through. And, in the centre of this nothing... patterns. Eyebright pleasureknowledge drifting through her, gone, as a dancing upon an nonexistent pinhead. But, this forever lasts a mere instant, as Lysette is rewound, beginning to be shaped back into something that looks more recognizable to the others.
Lysette is like a conduit, a pipe, a channel, that tries to remember the data, takes as much as she can... Its an action like yawning, voluntary and known on some level, but on another, automatic. Just thinking about it, and she could hardly not, means knowing and accepting the explosion, though it would probably pour through her even if she thought to prevent it. Part of her looks, sees the individual she's shared with, or at least has been whispered to so, or perhaps screamed at, all depending on the label put upon the action. There's a point of time that will always be there, will always be that dancing forever, and perhaps it can be touched again.. But, there's another time present now, in which she coalesces, something slumped forward, increasingly known, the bending and warping of the consensual reality around her being acted upon once more by her own being.
Hydra/Psi quietly presses and then slowly disengages from the interlapping. Lysette... cannot even attempt to retain, precisely. What she *will* keep is already part of her, her body rewinding into forms only *appearing* similar to the original. She is reshaped with certain knowledges, some things she had sought to and not sought to known, and she is kissing what seems to be a shimmer in the air, some eerie gleam that might almost be a far evolved form of the Strangevirus. And then it falters and is Psi, knowable again, or at least lying about being Psi.
Lysette's lips slowly part, though the appearance of the the gleam is no barrier to the kiss that lingers, until Psi is once more known to her. Light touches her in predictable patterns again, fur and jacks, and black lips and bright green projecting eyes.. She never falls to the ground, but she drifts as if anchored on some pivotal point. Her lips fall back, but there's no breath immediately, there's focus and stare, a trail of noise from her, static and hum, and then, its Lysette and Psi again, not needing to say a thing, not even needing to touch one another, now that all is said and done. All the space hyena does is smile, her lips falling lightly apart as she touches the world again, anew. Maybe, upon meditation, she might even know why.
Lysette's false eyes never touch on quite the same pain as others, but she looks to the glimmer, smiling. She glances to Phoneix shivering and running off, then over to Untitled, her tail giving a warm flick flick to him. She, at least, seems to be a construct with all the same features as Lysette, even if the parts themselves were broken away, lost, then remade.
Hydra/Psi's eyes resettle, now mere jade. A whisper of awareness to Lysette, that perhaps Untitled could use company.
Lysette smiles over to Psi, or Jade. And then, grapples over to Untitled, wrapping her arms about the Canibot happily, her tail clicking side to side energetically.. "Dear, want to go somewhere quiet, perhaps see Phoenix?" she asks, her head to the side. She seems her usual chipper self, as if nothing about the past unmeasurable length of time needed to be spoken of.
GrayZero glances towards Lysette. "I take it you are well?"
Lysette blinks softly, glancing over to Gray. She nodnods warmly, smile growing bright. "Of course, am I ever not?"
GrayZero smiles vaguely. "Occasionally one may question it."
Untitled gives GrayZero's hand a squeeze, and the vixen herself a long look, followed by a grateful nod. When Lysette grapples over to him, he finds himself unable to answer right away, or at least not with words. He melts against her a bit as her arms surround him, and he promptly buries his face against her shoulder, as if wanting to hide...from who? His tail bristles with strange little zigzag spikes of nanomaterial, like the peaks and valleys of a seismograph or lie detector...lamps brighten, then flicker rapidly...
Lysette blinks, and considers Untitled for a moment, taking in a deep breath as he hides against her.. "Dear.. Don't worry, Jade did nothing bad to me.." she finally breaches the subject. But she's never heard Jade's name before - which is somewhat odd. But she doesn't blink twice over it just yet.. She trails, looking at the canibot with a growing concern.. "Shh.. please, please.. Lets go talk, lets go somewhere quiet.." she continues. Again, odd, nothing was said but she seems to shush Untitled..
GrayZero nods back to Untitled, then simply watches and listens quietly.
Untitled draws back a little, enough to meet Lysette's eyeglow with his own. The bot's tail goes quiescent but for its usual sways and twitches, his lamps settle into a steady glow, and he shakes his head slightly. "I know," the statue murmurs, and he seems to mean it. "It isn't that. But...yes, somewhere quiet...maybe I can show you that place I talked about." He looks over to GrayZero, and smiles softly. "Thank you. I...needed you there. Let's talk soon too, mm?" His eyespheres whirr toward Psi next, and he synths to the Hydra-being, strangely enough, "...I'm sorry."
GrayZero hrms, nods to Untitled, smiles. "Certainly. It is not a problem."
Hydra/Psi just laughs a little. She doesn't seem to mind. Anything at all.
Lysette smiles.. "I'd be glad to see your quiet place, Untitled.." she whispers, holding onto the canibot. She's no burden at all, as always, the same familiar warmth of body...
Untitled nods quietly to GrayZero and Psi. He looks back to Lysette, and nods quietly, softly returning her smile. Without a sound, the two of them vanish in a small silhouette of static, a few sparkling motes lingering for another moment or two after their disappearance.
GrayZero hrms, then heads for the lift.
Hydra/Psi quietly strides directly toward Lysettes, even as some final thoughts part to drift from herself toward Gray, but they unfold into things expanding too large to engage her, mist drifting past her.
Lysette doesn't seem to mind the rag one bit. Its gone before William can boggle too much, and she coughs, "How are, William?" she asks, grinning lopsidedly, as usual. Then, cants her head to Psi as she holds onto Untitled. She watches with her illuminating green eyes curiously.
Hydra/Psi, still silently, brushes up against Lysette, her head drawing close, pushing, oddly enough, into a kiss, something from herself unwinding around and around, streaming colors barely on the visible level.
Lysette's ears turn thisway and thatway, but picking up nothing from Psi is not terribly disconcerting.. Its the face that draws right up to hers, where its clarity, to her mind, grows and grows, until the resolution of lips against her own. If rags were bloody things, she'd surely taste like the one she just ate - but perhaps she does anyhow, that hint of taffy or unknown substance it was made of. It only takes a moment, but the generally care free hyena presses right back into the kiss, leaning further from Untitled as she watches Psi's resolving face, and the colours which spiral out from her, a soft shiver of curiosity and more passing through her at the unexpected event.
Hydra/Psi unfolds, and she is the distant walls, endlessly fluxing, though discernable as separate as not united with the sphere by the way her own coloring... disturbs a little more. Something alien, inexplicable. And, swiftly, she begins to /unwind/ Lysette, pulling and bending her very essence in unknown possibilities while wrapping around her. As she loses resolution thus, she is far more determinate and fixed to Lysette.
Lysette's colours easily break up, lines like stripes first appearing through her shifting dress, which spirals off in a long line of maroon. She drifts from the canibot's back, who she surely lights up in odd colours as she bristles out into hints of glow and neon, touches of polygon and then softness again as layers seem stripped from her, as possibilities unwind. As she loses outward resolution, inward remains tight, or at least the resolution she has of Psi, and the kiss she never let go, and increasingly is wrapped into as much as Psi herself surrounds her.
Hydra/Psi strums all along Lysette's length, nothing recognizable, immediately violating her with a Melody pouring into the crevices of her soul, yet it is smoothening, patterns dancing lashings out across the distances. A deep, firm kiss.
Lysette no longer resolves as easily recognizable, those layers of being and possibility shed, the touches of stripes and data and everything else which composes her instead becoming the patterns of vibrating song, waves across a surface. Motion, perhaps the flick of what may have been or may be her tail might show for a moment, but its slowed, and something of the mass of possibility that the gravity free hyena has become slumps forward, deeper entwined into Psi, melting against her possibilities as well, shrouded in them. The kiss remains, unbroken, and with the soothing melody, it deepens, from both her indulgence inward past her surprise, and her yielding to the event given to her.
Hydra/Psi is a curious flatness blurring on the edge of the stretched, far pulled Lysette's perception. A horizon, quietly sliding toward her, even as it kisses her, spirals entangling with spirals. Tuning, pulling her to the very brinks of pain, taxing, and yet not crumbling her. Improbable stretching of her limits.
Lysette is not a foreigner to pain by any means, but her usual methodologies of dealing with them are robbed from her while her resolution is down to the conceptual level. The familiar mechanisms, the internal speech, its different.. But it doesn't overwhelm her, the taxation never reaching a point of real pain, just the tingling edge which draws a certain tension at first, though increasingly less as her limits are tested, realized, and retouched even further, perhaps even by herself. Her perception might no longer involve her eyes, but still, she sees, though she cannot record in the same way she normally does.. Yet, it burns to memory, as melody is echoed through her voice, improbably from all over.
Hydra/Psi, utter speed, rushes past Lysette even as she pushes her firmly across herself, conveying her toward a distant goal upon the vast plane that is Psi? Hydra? Surfacing almost like velcro trees, but still utterly flat, all the whorls and curls merely expressing that on an odd almost Moebius strip level. Turns, slick smoothes, over which Lysette's very essences resonates as it is dragged, low humming penerating into her.
Lysette looks out, experiences, knows the plane before her, perhaps only for a moment at a time, perhaps not retaining as much as she knows at any given point but still retaining something of the experience - though, maybe, in the end, it will all coalesce into something more. Not daydreams, but the dreams of the unconscious sometimes look like this, at least for her, though rarely is her awareness such - and yet, her ability to manipulate is rendered that of a child, as she learns all anew. She reaches to turns, she guides herself down the soothing slickness, essence dragging along from her into wispy curls and spirals, unknown if they return to her or forever leave a bit of herself along the endless strip of impossible dreamscape she touches. Just the humming alone, though, would be enough to set her into wonderment, and she echoes it further, in so much as she can will herself to.
Hydra/Psi is a continually creeping imposition into Lysette, though without doubt welcome... The very resonation through Lysette is loss, yet transformation. Changing always losing something... Abrupt, violent slant, rapider hurdling. The others might only see a bright burst of colors beyond number from the oddly stretched light-patches taht once were Lysette and Psi. Might see more. But all hear the music, most intensely channeled into Lysette. More and more, she hums. The kiss irrelevant now, only the very texture of pure math vibrating against her.
Lysette has touched, broken apart into equation and conceptual reality before, and this is little different, though it comes without the ingestion of drugs, it comes without the long drawn out foreplay, this came with a kiss and nothing more than the return of it for her. She may be lossy, but there is a whole to her, a perception - a loss of resolution, though sometimes resolution is the barrier which prevents something else from being so. What this will be, if anything, is not a defined concept in her at present. Violent, exciting colours, rush of what feels like adrenaline but is just an ever growing question, endless matches and solving, correct or not. The kiss may be there, but its just another point of vibration, just another part to which she is hummed against, and the strongest part to where she hums back, the vibration relevant to her, the music perhaps relevant to others, though the sound itself might be lost to her.
Hydra/Psi bends over and over... the dimensions beginning to become a little more apparent, a little more terrifying. Familiar, but rapidly growing less so. Inward curling, almost insane yet mathetically sensible and beautiful spirals, but ulimately leading to... an incalculable point. A singularity, beyond which all projections vanish. With an almost hellish buzz, Hydra (Psi) overlaps Lysette, two patterns twirling together, interlocking. And others only see eye-aching colors where the two would be.
Lysette indeed, is hardly identifiable. There's only a flurry of colour, sound, vibration, a terrible chaotic fractal, sensible, mandelbrots and endless spirals. The point that cannot be solved yet still exist is ahead, or maybe here just ready to be grasped. Maybe its simply discovery of possibility, interlocking forms and somewhere within the essence of the physics violating hyena touches new violations which are no longer violations. Were she watching, she may be surprised at how little the flurry of light distracts the world within the Park, but her present world consists of internal sensibilia manipulated and drawn out by the immediate external that Psi has provided her.
Hydra/Psi pulls Lysette through... An explosion of sound-music-math-data-memory-scent-knowledge through her, her young self staring at herself, a strange young female of indeterminate species looking at them, whispers, sweetnesses, tears, pains, time... all pulled apart, frayed down to the very most basic levels and then broken even further. No particles remaining, no mediums for the patterns to express themselves through. And, in the centre of this nothing... patterns. Eyebright pleasureknowledge drifting through her, gone, as a dancing upon an nonexistent pinhead. But, this forever lasts a mere instant, as Lysette is rewound, beginning to be shaped back into something that looks more recognizable to the others.
Lysette is like a conduit, a pipe, a channel, that tries to remember the data, takes as much as she can... Its an action like yawning, voluntary and known on some level, but on another, automatic. Just thinking about it, and she could hardly not, means knowing and accepting the explosion, though it would probably pour through her even if she thought to prevent it. Part of her looks, sees the individual she's shared with, or at least has been whispered to so, or perhaps screamed at, all depending on the label put upon the action. There's a point of time that will always be there, will always be that dancing forever, and perhaps it can be touched again.. But, there's another time present now, in which she coalesces, something slumped forward, increasingly known, the bending and warping of the consensual reality around her being acted upon once more by her own being.
Hydra/Psi quietly presses and then slowly disengages from the interlapping. Lysette... cannot even attempt to retain, precisely. What she *will* keep is already part of her, her body rewinding into forms only *appearing* similar to the original. She is reshaped with certain knowledges, some things she had sought to and not sought to known, and she is kissing what seems to be a shimmer in the air, some eerie gleam that might almost be a far evolved form of the Strangevirus. And then it falters and is Psi, knowable again, or at least lying about being Psi.
Lysette's lips slowly part, though the appearance of the the gleam is no barrier to the kiss that lingers, until Psi is once more known to her. Light touches her in predictable patterns again, fur and jacks, and black lips and bright green projecting eyes.. She never falls to the ground, but she drifts as if anchored on some pivotal point. Her lips fall back, but there's no breath immediately, there's focus and stare, a trail of noise from her, static and hum, and then, its Lysette and Psi again, not needing to say a thing, not even needing to touch one another, now that all is said and done. All the space hyena does is smile, her lips falling lightly apart as she touches the world again, anew. Maybe, upon meditation, she might even know why.
Lysette's false eyes never touch on quite the same pain as others, but she looks to the glimmer, smiling. She glances to Phoneix shivering and running off, then over to Untitled, her tail giving a warm flick flick to him. She, at least, seems to be a construct with all the same features as Lysette, even if the parts themselves were broken away, lost, then remade.
Hydra/Psi's eyes resettle, now mere jade. A whisper of awareness to Lysette, that perhaps Untitled could use company.
Lysette smiles over to Psi, or Jade. And then, grapples over to Untitled, wrapping her arms about the Canibot happily, her tail clicking side to side energetically.. "Dear, want to go somewhere quiet, perhaps see Phoenix?" she asks, her head to the side. She seems her usual chipper self, as if nothing about the past unmeasurable length of time needed to be spoken of.
GrayZero glances towards Lysette. "I take it you are well?"
Lysette blinks softly, glancing over to Gray. She nodnods warmly, smile growing bright. "Of course, am I ever not?"
GrayZero smiles vaguely. "Occasionally one may question it."
Untitled gives GrayZero's hand a squeeze, and the vixen herself a long look, followed by a grateful nod. When Lysette grapples over to him, he finds himself unable to answer right away, or at least not with words. He melts against her a bit as her arms surround him, and he promptly buries his face against her shoulder, as if wanting to hide...from who? His tail bristles with strange little zigzag spikes of nanomaterial, like the peaks and valleys of a seismograph or lie detector...lamps brighten, then flicker rapidly...
Lysette blinks, and considers Untitled for a moment, taking in a deep breath as he hides against her.. "Dear.. Don't worry, Jade did nothing bad to me.." she finally breaches the subject. But she's never heard Jade's name before - which is somewhat odd. But she doesn't blink twice over it just yet.. She trails, looking at the canibot with a growing concern.. "Shh.. please, please.. Lets go talk, lets go somewhere quiet.." she continues. Again, odd, nothing was said but she seems to shush Untitled..
GrayZero nods back to Untitled, then simply watches and listens quietly.
Untitled draws back a little, enough to meet Lysette's eyeglow with his own. The bot's tail goes quiescent but for its usual sways and twitches, his lamps settle into a steady glow, and he shakes his head slightly. "I know," the statue murmurs, and he seems to mean it. "It isn't that. But...yes, somewhere quiet...maybe I can show you that place I talked about." He looks over to GrayZero, and smiles softly. "Thank you. I...needed you there. Let's talk soon too, mm?" His eyespheres whirr toward Psi next, and he synths to the Hydra-being, strangely enough, "...I'm sorry."
GrayZero hrms, nods to Untitled, smiles. "Certainly. It is not a problem."
Hydra/Psi just laughs a little. She doesn't seem to mind. Anything at all.
Lysette smiles.. "I'd be glad to see your quiet place, Untitled.." she whispers, holding onto the canibot. She's no burden at all, as always, the same familiar warmth of body...
Untitled nods quietly to GrayZero and Psi. He looks back to Lysette, and nods quietly, softly returning her smile. Without a sound, the two of them vanish in a small silhouette of static, a few sparkling motes lingering for another moment or two after their disappearance.
GrayZero hrms, then heads for the lift.