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Syd(ney) Barrett (_donttouch) wrote,

Syd would settle for a pair of children’s scissors, frankly. But that was currently neither here nor there. She offered a smile to Cary and, though it was unnecessary, moved to make room for all three of them. She was glad they came. Listening, she nodded, pushing hair out of her face and filing everything learned into that imaginary jigsaw puzzle, trying to see where the pieces could fit together. She had questions about the genetics stuff, but that part didn’t seem important quite yet, so curiosity would have to wait. As would wry comments about the naming system. It made sense scientifically, but geez.

What did have her interest was the monster’s weaknesses. It couldn’t survive here without someone. The desperation in Tar-Lenny’s voice made sense then. It had been right at the time; it wasn’t quite a tumor. But it was close enough. They just needed a..well, another scalpel. Not a sawblade. Her gaze flickered between the two, as Kerry finished the unspoken thought. No one had the guts to suggest it.

Her legs wanted to follow Kerry’s pace as they exited the elevator, straining to put urgency and agency into her walk, but instead she remained on step with Cary. “Even hidden?” She asked curiously, wondering if they could get close if it couldn’t see them. But then she was mulling over that piece of the Shadow King not being able to survive here. “He told me how I died. And that he tried to do something like it. A…psychic blade?” It was appropriate. A vorpal blade against jaws that bite and claws that catch. “Is it possible for other people to wield it, do you think? Make it physical? Hide it like you hide Kerry?” She was no brilliant scientist; her mechanical prowess ended with the basics of managing a car and even that was lackluster, what with the sophistication of computerized car engines. But she had ideas. Ideas and a promise. And that was all she could work with right now. And David admitted that he was wild, all emotions and action. Gut reaction and no precision. She loved him for it. But they needed something else.

Speaking – thinking – of David and they caught up to where she had left him. Her breath hitched, thankful that he was there. Thankful that he seemed to be there too, alive and full of life and not hollow and haunted like his doppelganger downstairs. Remembering what Kerry said about some sort of wall, she moved closer but placed her hand out just before herself. No more wall love for her, thanks.

She stared for a minute, trying to discern how better to start talking. She went with both. Hey. "What's going on in there?" Asked gently as she crouched down.