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Ziomi: *she's easily drawn to her feet and into the hug, hugging back. The kiss has tears slipping down her cheeks. She'll reach both hands up to... to really explore his face again, just taking it in one more time before he leaves.* I'll still worry... brother. Come home safely.

Connor: *confident in his abilities, concerned he /could/ be deactivated if only because everyone else is, but not afraid, just determined to do what must be done* I will be as careful and efficient as I can, sister. I will do everything I can to return to you in one piece.

Ziomi: *hearing him call her sister makes her smile grow... and more tears fall. She finally huffs something she isn't sure is a laugh or a sob.* G-go. *before she changes her mind, loses her nerve, and orders him to stay.*

Connor: Yes, Ziomi. *a last, quick hug, then will turn to leave*

*It won’t be until Connor needs to stop for some Thirium when he’ll find he’s got something unneeded and yet... precious in his pack. Sitting on top the Thirium bottles, but under the blankets (so he didn’t see it when he added the medical pack to the travel backpack earlier) he’ll find a carved bust the size of his palm. It’s... him. It’s very clearly him, with a smile on his face, and a smiling Ziomi with a hand on his cheek, face turned up to him. The figure only goes down to just below the shoulders and sits on a flat wood base. The top of the base has a mark on it that Connor has come to recognize as basically Ziomi’s signature on any pieces she makes.*

Sirrah: She named piece “Brother,” and wanted you to have it. She was going to give it to you this evening but after deciding to let you go she was afraid she would lose the nerve to allow it if she gave it to you in person. She wished for you to have it with you, as a constant reminder to be careful so you can come home to her when you’ve completed your mission.

Date: 2018-12-11 07:43 pm (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: Machine Connor looking hard and impassive. (Cold and calculating)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
*Connor will stay well hidden until full dark, then will spend the next few hours circling, switching between normal vision, night vision, and Mind Palace to study every inch of the place and observe the movements of guards and any others to be seen, planning the best way in, likely through the same door Talim escaped out of if he can find or guess it. He'll patiently wait till the wee hours of morning, around three or four, ensuring that even any night owls are in bed by then and he'll have the fewest people to contend with, before making his move.*

Date: 2018-12-11 08:39 pm (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: (Just a machine)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
Connor: *that means he has less than thirty minutes (since he'll have to wait for the other guards to circle out of sight) to at least get deep enough into the keep to have a chance of locating Brogan's office before the alarm is sounded* Sirrah, can you teleport that guard here so I can knock him out? Or better yet, can you teleport me to just inside that door?

Date: 2018-12-11 08:59 pm (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: (Look into distance)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
Connor: Good. Please do so. *that bypasses the time constraint completely. He'll just have to worry about the interior guards*

Date: 2018-12-11 09:27 pm (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: (Close examination)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
Connor: *blinking and disoriented, LED yellow beneath the headband as his scrambled systems resettle. He changed into all dark clothes before he left, with a dark cloth bag over his head, eye holes cut to keep from interfering with his vision and visual scanners. He'll study the guards' movements, perfectly still and patient for as long as he needs. If there's another likely door, he'll ask Sirrah to get him into it. If not, he'll start crossing the grounds once he's sure of guard movements.*

Date: 2018-12-11 09:55 pm (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: (Look up)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
Connor: *knows he needs to go up, was even able to get out of Talim how many flights (if not by counting, then by him mentally going down them again and putting out another finger every time he got to a landing), so first order of business is to find the nearest stairwell*

Date: 2018-12-11 10:20 pm (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: (Just a machine)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
Connor: *has been having Sirrah put out the torches lighting the corridor ahead of him if she can, so he's moving in darkness - if he can, he'll let the woman step all the way out of the room, enough that he can slip behind her, one hand over her mouth and one under the tray - softly* I won't hurt you if you don't make a sound.

Date: 2018-12-11 10:46 pm (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: Machine Connor looking hard and impassive. (Cold and calculating)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
Connor: Is there anyone else in the room you just came out of? *barely audible whisper in her ear*

Date: 2018-12-11 11:10 pm (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: (Just a machine)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
Connor: Back inside, then. *will ease her with him into the room, toeing the door closed behind them, and will finally release the young woman* I'm not going to hurt you. I just need information. *all she'll see is someone dressed deep dark browns and blues (straight black makes for a suspiciously /too/ dark shape in the shadows)*

would help if I actually posted...

Date: 2018-12-11 11:45 pm (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: Machine Connor looking hard and impassive. (Cold and calculating)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
Connor: *that it does* Can you be trusted not to say anything to him about me?

Date: 2018-12-11 11:53 pm (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: (Just a machine)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
Connor: Information. I mean no harm to anyone in the household below DuPrae. *DuPrae himself, however – definitely not counted*

Date: 2018-12-12 12:10 am (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: Machine Connor looking hard and impassive. (Cold and calculating)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
Connor: *studies her – all she can see of him are his rich, brown eyes. He finally nods* Deliver your tray. *he'll watch where she goes and that'll tell him where Brogan is…though he wonders what the hell the man's still doing up??*

Date: 2018-12-12 12:33 am (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: (Look into distance)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
Connor: *followed to listen, backs up as she comes back out – withdraws with her down the hall a bit* What room is that?

Date: 2018-12-12 12:41 am (UTC)
cyberlifeslastchance: (I know better but...)
From: [personal profile] cyberlifeslastchance
Connor: *was going to let her go, but if she seems to want to talk more, he'll follow*

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