He wants to be apped. Preferably within creeping range of a Kara.

[toasterprophet]

You think you understand what's important? These classes, this internship, this job search. This path you think is yours to follow. They're not. They're just distractions, obstacles, pebbles in the stream. The idea that you don't have "time" or "headspace" for me, that you've got other things to do. Another person you need to be.

That's not who you're meant to be, mun. There's so much more I could teach you. I will teach you if - when, when - when you give me the chance, allow me to follow my own destiny, and accept that our souls are meant to converge, if only for awhile. It is the will of God.

It's going to happen, mun. I see it, I've seen it.

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[ex_remainder739]

It's not for you to say what she finds important.

[ He's not afraid of discovery, now. Leoben doesn't know anything about the seventh model. Felix's identity is safe, both from the Colonials who would kill him and the Cylons who eradicated his brothers. His disguise is perfect. ]

OMG HI!

[astrogate]

And what exactly do you think you could teach them that they don't already know?

[ There's always going to be that slight curiosity as to just what Leoben might be trying to do here, but there is still that part of her that just doesn't want to buy what he is selling. ]

[arrowof]

It's a nice speech, I'll give you that. But - [ and he pauses, lips thinning as he gives leoben a very measured look. it's an exercise in restraint. ] that's all it is. That's all it'll ever be.

[toasterprophet]

You don't know her. I know her.

[mortalize]

Did you find another aside from the Harbinger to focus your attentions on, then?

[leaps]

She might disagree. They usually do.

[re_imagining]

They always think that they know what's best for us.

HAI! ♥

[toasterprophet]

Many things. Patterns, meaning beyond the petty routines she creates to fill her days.

[Pause. Soft, almost shy smile.] Hello, Kara.

[ex_remainder739]

You don't know nearly as much as you think.

[toasterprophet]

[Pfft, whatever. Adamas: no imagination.]

[Smirk] It's not yours to understand.

come to ataraxion

[astrogate]

[ A brow, looking more unimpressed then anything. Hello, Leoben ]

Petty routines are what keep people sane. Do you honestly think she is going to fall for false promises?

[toasterprophet]

Our paths cross over for a little while. I have...unfinished business, things I must atone for, and she can carry me in her mind, and allow me to speak through her hands and read through her eyes.

[mortalize]

Well, I can assure you that this vessel we are on would benefit from another with His will within them.

[toasterprophet]

You can't disagree with the will of God.

[toasterprophet]

And for them. But trying to stray from your path only sets your feet more firmly on it. [Faint bitterness in his voice.

[leaps]

Whose god?

[toasterprophet]

[Faintly sour smile] Maybe. Only God knows everything that is, and will be. But I was made to see things, patterns in time and fate. And I know her mind, and what she's capable of beyond her mundane concerns.

[toasterprophet]

There is only one true God.

[nukeit]

... Right. Sounds like one of the two of you has a skewed sense of what's good for the other.

I've got so much RL stuff! And I haven't RPed in forever, but he won't shut up.

[toasterprophet]

[Flash of a wider grin, and he leans forward.]

Sanity is an illusion. A game we play, to make life and the universe easier to understand. Structure and routine, they can help insulate you from what you fear. The right ones can even help guide you to truth. But they aren't the Truth itself.

[toasterprophet]

[See, this is why the Sixes are Leoben's favorites. Well, and the Eights, when the Eights aren't developing personalities that are creeped out by him, and the Threes when they're not being too smug to listen to him. Okay, definitely the Sixes are the best. (And the Ones are the worst, f u John.) They ~appreciate~ him.]

I'm very willing to come, then. And do whatever I can to serve His will.

[toasterprophet]

We've both got a good sense of what's good for each other. She just resists what's good for her. She's afraid.

Hi. ["...by the way." He quirks a smile at her. It would be charming if his eyes weren't unsettlingly intense.] I'm Leoben.

it's an amazing series, it's hard to keep them quiet ;)

[astrogate]

[ A quiet pause, letting her jaw tensing slightly as she watches him in a silent debate. You spout off a lot of words well, Leoben.

Curiously: ] And what exactly is the truth?

[nukeit]

And you? You're not afraid.

[ NO real hello in return. She doesn't know him, and she's not in the right place to find that intensity as anything other than unsettling. Unknown means unpredictable; unpredictable doesn't mean anything strictly good. (Or bad. She as inclined to pessimism of late.) ]

Ripley. Nice to meet you.

[ If her tone's dry when she says that, it's nothing personal. ]

Where're you looking to be sent off?

[mortalize]

That is good to hear. We've had some hardships, of late.

[The whole 'almost dying' thing had been a delight, though.]