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sixwordstories2014-10-25 09:38 pm
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[Bags at his feet. Counting money.]
[Kavinsky peers over his shoulder at it] Did you really rob a bank?
[He stops counting to look over his shoulder at Kavinsky.]
I took what I wanted. I am sure television will give you any other details.
I took what I wanted. I am sure television will give you any other details.
"Wow!" Hannah can't help but gasp out, when she sees all the (bank?) bags. "I mean-- that's more than I've seen at once in my damned lifetime, Señor... Possibly even more than I've ever seen, culmulatively!"
I'm not big on TV. It bores me. [He crouches down] So you took what you needed, or what you wanted?
They are the same thing in this case. I don't need or desire money except to get what I want from you.
[He just watches her, flicking through the notes, counting by touch and peripheral vision.]
((yes, *i* know it's old YELLOW EYES, but Hannah hasn't yet noticed the difference! xD <3))
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2014-10-25 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
She's duly impressed by his apparent ability to count US banknotes by touch and peripheral vision, alone, and so of course, she gasps out: "Wow!" again. Then she colours a little, as she recognises the nice-looking Spaniard who rejected her, on the basis of her "head voice" ending up in his head. And so: she grimaces apologetically, and slowly backs away. "So sorry, again, Señor! I will let you alone with your-- ah-- loot..."
Well, I do like being important. So are we ready to do this, then?
[He folds the notes and shoves them into the bags.]
You don't require a specific to do it, do you?
You don't require a specific to do it, do you?
If you want something specific, you have to be specific about it. I'm not a mind reader and time is money, so cut the vague crap and just tell me what you want and how you want it.
[A nod and he turns to face Kavinsky properly, close, eyes locked on the young man's.]
How does your talent work?
How does your talent work?
[Kavinsky crosses his arms, looking at him casually] I take things from my dreams. That's all you need to know. The rest is inconsequential to you.
[He tilts his head.]
Are you going to fall asleep here?
Are you going to fall asleep here?
Yeah. Just for a moment though, so don't get any ideas. I'm in and out. It's a quick process when you know what you want.
Good. I intend to guide you to what I want. Your imagination would not serve.
No, I don't think you get it. This place I go to, we're not just trampling through it. It takes skill to get in and out. I create the object in my head, in my dreams and then I yank it out before it even knows I'm there. There's no guiding. There's knowing, wanting, taking. My imagination will have to serve.
It's angry enough when I go there. Without the magic of the place, you can't get in, too. This isn't an ordinary dream. I'm not taking a nap.
It's angry enough when I go there. Without the magic of the place, you can't get in, too. This isn't an ordinary dream. I'm not taking a nap.
You underestimate me. [It's a bland statement, not an accusation.]
What better way to know than for me to place knowing in your mind? It will be instant. Easy.
What better way to know than for me to place knowing in your mind? It will be instant. Easy.
[He stares.]
[And stares.]
Something bad didn't happen.
[And stares.]
Something bad didn't happen.
Would you rather have some flowery words?
He's gonna know what happened. May as well come out and tell me.
Then place knowing in my mind. Now, not while I'm asleep. I'm not taking you there. [He shakes his head. Kavinsky does a lot of fucked up things, stealing from this dream place being one of them, he imagines, but he can't risk it. Not when he was asked to protect this place by someone he actually cares about]
This is non-negotiable. If you can't handle it, you wont get your swords.
This is non-negotiable. If you can't handle it, you wont get your swords.
I came across a group of charming young men in a hurry and decided to relieve them of their load. [He lifts his bills in his hands.] I am just making sure they didn't keep any.
[He tilts his head to see how Johnny takes the lie.]
[He tilts his head to see how Johnny takes the lie.]
[Something flickers in Johnny's eyes. Hellish and orange]
Wanna try that one again?
Wanna try that one again?
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