[ She hates it. The voices in her head. Even when it is a simple plea for rescue, she hates it. Bambi is unkind to that sort of invasion, especially after years of being able to block any invaders into her cunning little mind, a power that is so natural to her it was a shock when it was gone. But it isn't quite the same. Still, it is a little less unpleasant when the connection seems jammed like a cellphone with bad reception, the illusion of being her own mind pushing them back, even if she knows, deep down, that it is not it. The trouble with being a liar is that you can only lie to yourself so far. But at least she can give the impression of believing that.
So, she hears him. The garbled trace of it. Her fingers twitch lightly, but she controls the anger that is always burning like oil in the pit of her stomach. She is the angriest person in the world, even if she looks like the sweetest doll - and has always been able to pass as such, subservient servant of more powerful beings.
It is disgustingly easy to tap into the symbiote and slither through the complicated network of connections, like tangled wires and labyrinths that are all too familiar. She feels her insides churning, but pushes it back. Holds the emotion at bay, breathe in, breathe out. Absolute control. It is the way of a talented liar. She pinpoints the voice of her broodmate, the location, eyes closed in a dark corner of the mines. She raises from her crouching position, no guns on sight except a hidden dagger around her right thigh. The place rumbles around her, but she keeps the hold on the wire, tugging the string to see where it takes her. It is the hardest part. Pulling on it while pulling from it. Too close and the mind spills and she works very hard for it not to. The path splits in to three, but she does not take pause to guess, walking by something close to instinct, but she knows it is not.
Bambi reaches the room where Steve is trapped, footsteps halting. She did not run here, she walked. Almost as if there was no urgency to get there, but when you are focusing on finding one from your brood by using your symbiote while trying to control your mind, she has to choose to either run and release that control or sacrifice time to hold on to it.
She is not so generous to make sacrifices for others.
Stopping in front of the room, she bangs on the door lightly, trying to get his attention. She speaks, rather than projecting her mind. ]
( ii )
So, she hears him. The garbled trace of it. Her fingers twitch lightly, but she controls the anger that is always burning like oil in the pit of her stomach. She is the angriest person in the world, even if she looks like the sweetest doll - and has always been able to pass as such, subservient servant of more powerful beings.
It is disgustingly easy to tap into the symbiote and slither through the complicated network of connections, like tangled wires and labyrinths that are all too familiar. She feels her insides churning, but pushes it back. Holds the emotion at bay, breathe in, breathe out. Absolute control. It is the way of a talented liar. She pinpoints the voice of her broodmate, the location, eyes closed in a dark corner of the mines. She raises from her crouching position, no guns on sight except a hidden dagger around her right thigh. The place rumbles around her, but she keeps the hold on the wire, tugging the string to see where it takes her. It is the hardest part. Pulling on it while pulling from it. Too close and the mind spills and she works very hard for it not to. The path splits in to three, but she does not take pause to guess, walking by something close to instinct, but she knows it is not.
Bambi reaches the room where Steve is trapped, footsteps halting. She did not run here, she walked. Almost as if there was no urgency to get there, but when you are focusing on finding one from your brood by using your symbiote while trying to control your mind, she has to choose to either run and release that control or sacrifice time to hold on to it.
She is not so generous to make sacrifices for others.
Stopping in front of the room, she bangs on the door lightly, trying to get his attention. She speaks, rather than projecting her mind. ]
Are you there?