The stare jerked the man (was he really? It was really hard to tell-he looked quite young and yet paradoxically felt old, ages, centuries old) out of his reverie. He shook his head, as if clearing dust out of it.

He seemed to suddenly notice the lady, and a charming smile crept across his face.

"Oh hello," he said. "Who are you?"

Disappointing. He noticed. Now she had to talk to him. Now, she had to pretend like she wanted to be a functioning member of society who actually had an exceptional lifestyle with exceptional influences.

For a moment, she thought this would be a bit more interesting...where she could simply watch this fellow as though she didn't exist.

Marquise just stared. No comment. No affirmation. Just a void perpetuated by the nonexistent movement of her lips. What was the point of speaking anyhow? Obviously, idle conversation was stupid. It wasn't like she was feeling anything otherwise about it. No, it was foolish. How foolish would it be to ruin one's pattern of thought by opening their mouth? How silly would it be if she were to disorient herself by actually providing clarity to her actions when she could, really, allow the man to learn something out of dealing with issues without the excess of hints? Terrible, indeed. Revelation was for idiots. He may as well figure out how to read her mind; the damn fool...trying to make conversation like she was normal human being.

He best try harder. Marquise tipped down her glasses, looking upon him fiercely--expecting him to react to the look she bore.

She figured she'd be testy. She decided...she'd rather see how he looked back at her. No comment spoken; just words in the form of a glance.

God, did she hate talking.

She stared at him. Hard.

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||Out of Dreams||

"Eh?" Did he actually believe her? Cissy watched the man closely, trying to figure out if he genuinely thought her story was true or if he was just making fun of her. His concern at least, while not the full blown panic most people would react with if they met an extra terrestrial, seemed real enough.

She couldn’t fathom her luck! She’d met the one person gullible enough to take her terrible lies as the truth! “That’s um, that’s right! If you absolutely swear not to tell anyone you saw me here, I’ll um, spare your life.”

She inched a little closer to him, holding out her pinky. “B-but if you break your promise later for whatever reason, I’ll um, I’ll come back and steal you away to the mothership, and um, perform a bunch of nasty experiments on you.”

Oh dear. This young lady was hard balling; the pinky promise, the threats, and everything. He wondered how seriously he should go about this; even with her stammering and flustering, Barry couldn't help but think to himself about possibility of her having a kinfe in her back pocket and murder on the mind.

He wondered how well he was doing. He figured he had the upper hand but, sometimes...strange people liked to show thier faces to him. Sometimes, he came to the wrong conclusions about liars and lying...

Than again; he was just being silly.

"Oh, I'd hate to have that happen. I have shit to do." Barry said this with a weight to his voice--looking somewhere else like it'd help him not get punished if he told. Somehow, it was starting to get a bit worrisome; he wondered how much bartering could cost him...

Than again, he was getting a little bit too in character.

Barry decided to hold out his pinky and carry on with lying--trying not to convince himself that this girl, somehow, was an alien lifeform with a flair for cult-film style, keenly accessorized, probing fun.

[opens up about my feelings]

[regrets it immediately. spends the next three weeks not speaking about any feelings ever. not even a papercut]

||Out of Dreams||

"I, um, um, I…" Words seemed to be failing her as well now. Come on, Cissy, think of a lie to get yourself out of this! Something, anything! "I um, was probing his brain. For, for science. I’m an alien. We, um, we do that to humans.

Oh dear Freya something better than that!

"We, you know, um, collect data on what you humans know. So that uh, we’ll be better able to invade you when the time comes. We’ll do the um, whole world domination thing. Yeah."

Oh dEAR SWEET ROSE PETALS SHE WAS ONLY MAKING IT WORSE!

"I um, may have to kill you now. Unless you maybe, erm, promise not to tell anyone. But otherwise, I um, can’t have you leaking our evil plans to the government."

WHY WAS SHE SO BAD AT LYING OH NO THIS WAS GOING TERRIBLY!

Barry was beginning to feel bad for her. A sap, he was; having mercy for a liar who thought she'd get away with it. Somehow, he could stop himself from wanting to be a friend and try assuring her that he wasn't a threat. His temptation was a poision. He almost caught himself wanting to her how it was okay that she was in the room; how he probably would've done the same at her percieved age since he was strange, wild, and kind of prone stealing things when the oppertunity presented itself.

He almost wanted to give her a hug. Watching someone sweat by the syllable was painful in itself. Knowing they were suffering too was a deeper, harsher, worry.

Something propelled him to open his mouth again. Something told him, an intuitive spoke, not to walk out the door just yet since the doing was, by some stretch, not done. He stood there for only a while, not quite constructing a response more-so than just spitting it out for the girl to see and the room to behold. He opened his mouth, and lied right back.

"Oh, well fuck," He said, acting as honest as he could, "Fuckity fuck fuck fuck..."

Barry scratched his chin a little, wondering if this was how most people acted when confronted by the threat of aliens descended upon thier squishy parts. Hell, if he knew. Hell, if he was being as convincing as he thought he was. Barry figured he was doing a decent job of atleast faking his mild concern--wondering if it was possible for him to work through it if otherwise. Maybe he'd tell her it was protocol that he not panic.

Barry looked away...trying to make himself out to be disheveled. To carry it onward, he twiddled his fingers and started making himself out to be on the verge of a panic attack. Just a little. Just so Little Miss Probe-n-prosper could be a little more suited in her own skin.

He forced a laugh.

"Well," He chuckled, "This is a little awkward, isn't it..."

Another pause. Barry tried to look like he was steeped in thought for the length of the silence that took. His face, pursed up like a bow, dipped down into the confines of conplexion with the sophisticated pout of his lips. He turned a ways distance away---trying to make it seem like he was focusing on something deep...

The pause was cut by the motion of his head, turning back.

"If I say I wont tell anyone," Said Barry, trying to pretend he was trying to be calm, "Will you spare my life and not probe my brain?"

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||Out of Dreams||

"Eek!" Cissy jumped, tripped over herself as she tried to spin around to face whoever was talking to her, and fell onto her plump not-so-little rump. After a moment of wincing and feeling foolish, she opened her eyes to look up at whoever had caught her.

Seeing the person speaking to her looked human, she quickly made her wings and tail disappear, as if that would help at this point. Like he hadn’t totally already seen her Cubi features.

"I, um, uh, what thing? I um, didn’t do anything." She lied, with the smoothness of sandpaper. "I’m um, definitely not a suspicious person. Nope, I’m uh, definitely meant to be here. In this room."

"The uh...climby thing," Said Barry, with expert diction, "The one where you just popped out of that guy's where-ever."

Barry leered forward at first, as if his blatant disregard for this young lady's shaken disposition would give him the answers he wanted. Somehow, at first feeling, Barry deemed himself quite clever to be straight forward about it. After that, he realized how little sense he made. Than, he realized that he was being a bit ridiculous.

A little rigid, he starts to take himself a little closer to the girl--as if he wasn't being stupid enough as it was.

"I uh," Barry started again, trying to coreograph his words in a way that'd make him sound more like a legal adult and less like a chronic case of a shit-for-brains. He continued again; another 'uh...' drawing out across his tongue like it'd remind him of how to talk to people.

"Uh..."

Barry came at a loss. His mouth hung open in a five second split between him, her, and the pervert juxtaposed between them like a bridge between worlds. Suddenly, Barry's thoughts failed to make sense and, thus, he took a brake from speaking.

Words, Barry...English is a language you speak often, Barry.

He opened his mouth again.

"Well, I saw what you did there. Don't think I didn't."

He paused again. Than, another slew.

"Not sure quite what it was," He said, "But it looked pretty interesting."

Another pause. The third time he did that. His mind ran on a whim of doing so--just processing things over and over like anything in sight needed indepth looking...and staring. He was at a lapse--he forgot the motive he came with or figured there was something missing to what he had said.

He thought...and thought some more. Than, he opened his mouth another time just to see if the words that came out made an actual point.

"What was it you were doing, exactly?"

"He’s supposed to be someone who’s going to bring in Samsara, that’s who." Jocelyn said. "Not much sense-I mean, why would you want the Void to come into your world?"

On her side, she was also wondering what else to say. It was quite a relief to be talking about this to someone that wasn’t Nate, to be honest. Speaking of Nate, she’ll deal with him later.

But maybe…she could ask this woman for a bit of advice, a bit of idea on what to do…

"You know I said there was a friend with me?" she suddenly said. "He’s the one with the travelling powers…do you want to meet him?" 

Maybe they think the nothingness would bring knew knowledge. But, it wasn't like Angel really knew since she hadn't quite been there or, let alone, pondered the love of nothing too deeply to account for.

But, she could think of reasons. Just a few. Something something, respect for the concept of nothingness. Something something, the true meaning of living.

She figured she'd keep her mouth shut. Better not to look too crazy.

In the meantime, she noted the next question with her head a bit tilted to the side--just so naturally that she barely noticed that she did it. The question was confounding since, really, she was waiting on a couple seers who allegedly wanted to talk over randevous and other means of docking with Angel, who was sitting here, having waited for an hour or so.

Honestly, she'd get nothing for it. If anyone asked, quite frankly, they deserve it--especially since it was her time they were biding by.

"You mean, right now?" She asks, cautiously, hoping this would have some merit to it, "Because, I'm pretty sure I could. The guys I was supposed to meet up here haven't even called so, I could."

She purses her lips a little in a tightened supplex of minor questions.

"Why so sudden?"