[At least to start with. There's a slight pause, and then]
my baby brother filled me in on some of his dream adventures. and the role you played in them by extension. i'm not unfamiliar with powers like yours, but the nature of them adds a certain context to this that i'd prefer to have.
was this an ability you had prior to joining our wonderful city? was it only in the dreams themselves? how certain are you, that what you pulled was from her mind, instead of my brothers?
[He knows that was a lot all at once, but he figures the more specific he is, the less likely he's going to be brushed off with a none of his business, on the nature of his powers. And, because it's a lot- he's content to wait around for that return]
[ it actually isn't much of a wait. there's a follow up not too many moments later, before he can come across as too much of a - well. better not to use a new acquaintance's name in vain. ]
My power is more specific than a simple reading of thoughts. It requires me to translate neural activity, and each brain has its own neural signature. I was reading her.
That isn't to say that what I found in her mind wasn't somehow influenced by the presence of his. Dreams are naturally difficult to grasp on to and her mind was in some ways the same, thoughts never quite sticking, no avenue followed for too long before she was off on another. It's possible that his interaction with her influenced the contents of her mind in some way.
Until I'm able to read it again in this world, I can't say for sure.
that does change things. he seemed pretty confident that there was no way for that to be true. that the information she reflected to you, had to be entirely her own.
[He'd asked specifically, because he'd had the same doubts that Stephen had presented here. He can't say he's surprised exactly- Damian, while meaning well, as far as Dick had ever known him- had always suffered from an over abundance of confidence, and his skills tended to suffer for it. He'd only recently started to learn that things could go deeper than he'd first been able to discern. It led to missteps like the dream adventure in the first place]
to me, at least with my experience in the dreams- it seemed like a shared space. not one of equal influence- but who was there, and why- did change the scenery.
if you don't mind, i'd like your account of what you read from her. i want to make sure nothing was missed, or deemed unimportant.
Without a more concrete understanding of the way the dreams worked, we can't conclusively say one way or the other the origins of what I found in Maeda's mind. The only way to know will be to follow up. Given the nature of the information, it's best to fortify for the worst than hope for the best.
She knew what he was planning: that he wanted to infiltrate her trust in the short term in order to take her down in the long term. She knew the difficult nature of his relationship with your father, and the when/where/how of his disappearance from New Amsterdam. I wasn't able to follow that lead, it couldn't be tracked.
[ which could either be owing to the nature of the dream or, if they're to hypothesise on the extent to which the composition of key figures inside it was influenced by the people in their sphere, owing to their own lack of knowledge. ]
She was amused that he'd bothered to show his face. And that he'd brought me along and showed mine, and in doing so shown more connections to the Displaced. A strong sense that while she knew that word and likely therefore knows of us in a more tangible way than just hearing the stories and seeing the shrines, she doesn't necessarily understand what we are.
Her mind was a kind of shifting thing. What that means for how real it was or wasn't I don't know.
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so i'll keep the introduction short. i prefer to be called dick, if you don't mind.
stephen, is it?
[He's not one for small talk when it's serious, so this is as much of a benign comment as your getting, before he gets into the heart of the matter]
no subject
What can I do for you, Dick?
[ it could, at this point, be one of many things. perhaps there's a list to work through. he's buckling in. ]
no subject
[At least to start with. There's a slight pause, and then]
my baby brother filled me in on some of his dream adventures.
and the role you played in them by extension.
i'm not unfamiliar with powers like yours, but the nature of them adds a certain context to this that i'd prefer to have.
was this an ability you had prior to joining our wonderful city?
was it only in the dreams themselves?
how certain are you, that what you pulled was from her mind, instead of my brothers?
[He knows that was a lot all at once, but he figures the more specific he is, the less likely he's going to be brushed off with a none of his business, on the nature of his powers. And, because it's a lot- he's content to wait around for that return]
no subject
[ it actually isn't much of a wait. there's a follow up not too many moments later, before he can come across as too much of a - well. better not to use a new acquaintance's name in vain. ]
My power is more specific than a simple reading of thoughts. It requires me to translate neural activity, and each brain has its own neural signature. I was reading her.
That isn't to say that what I found in her mind wasn't somehow influenced by the presence of his. Dreams are naturally difficult to grasp on to and her mind was in some ways the same, thoughts never quite sticking, no avenue followed for too long before she was off on another. It's possible that his interaction with her influenced the contents of her mind in some way.
Until I'm able to read it again in this world, I can't say for sure.
no subject
he seemed pretty confident that there was no way for that to be true.
that the information she reflected to you, had to be entirely her own.
[He'd asked specifically, because he'd had the same doubts that Stephen had presented here. He can't say he's surprised exactly- Damian, while meaning well, as far as Dick had ever known him- had always suffered from an over abundance of confidence, and his skills tended to suffer for it. He'd only recently started to learn that things could go deeper than he'd first been able to discern. It led to missteps like the dream adventure in the first place]
to me, at least with my experience in the dreams- it seemed like a shared space.
not one of equal influence- but who was there, and why- did change the scenery.
if you don't mind, i'd like your account of what you read from her.
i want to make sure nothing was missed, or deemed unimportant.
no subject
Given the nature of the information, it's best to fortify for the worst than hope for the best.
She knew what he was planning: that he wanted to infiltrate her trust in the short term in order to take her down in the long term. She knew the difficult nature of his relationship with your father, and the when/where/how of his disappearance from New Amsterdam. I wasn't able to follow that lead, it couldn't be tracked.
[ which could either be owing to the nature of the dream or, if they're to hypothesise on the extent to which the composition of key figures inside it was influenced by the people in their sphere, owing to their own lack of knowledge. ]
She was amused that he'd bothered to show his face. And that he'd brought me along and showed mine, and in doing so shown more connections to the Displaced. A strong sense that while she knew that word and likely therefore knows of us in a more tangible way than just hearing the stories and seeing the shrines, she doesn't necessarily understand what we are.
Her mind was a kind of shifting thing. What that means for how real it was or wasn't I don't know.