Log - We Need to Talk (Open)

[graveyounglady]

Who: Mercy Graves & OTA
When: Early/mid-November
Where: Around the ADI HQ
Summary: Going to some counseling sessions and offering her own counseling services.
Warnings: Will add as they come up!

A. Attending Counseling
It might be the first time she's here or the third or fourth. Stepping through the doors to the counseling center in ADI never does get much easier. She'd feel better if it were some sort of temple, maybe, knowing there were clerics behind the doors or some other leader. At least she knows that some of the time, there is another cleric. Caduceus when he's in is someone she feels safe with.

And today, she has someone else with her. Maybe an old friend, maybe someone she's only just met. They might be there to meet with Caduceus to talk or it might be someone else working in this department.

"You feeling all right with this?"


B. Mealtime Wisdom
It's not just Mercy who needs help. She knows others do, and some of them don't seem keen to head to the counseling center. That doesn't mean she can't lend an ear for those that might want it. She notices someone sitting alone in the canteen when she steps in during lunch or dinner. Maybe they're new, maybe they've been here a while and just look lonely to her eyes. Either way, she steps close to the table.

"This here seat taken? Don't much like eating by myself. Makes it dull as hemming a skirt."

Comments

[chainreactions]

"The clothing underneath the vest is thicker, but the blue itself, not really... My apologies for being picky."

It's just important. If he could, he would have brought it, but considering his last minutes back home, that wasn't possible. All he has is a suit, after all.

"I have. My homeworld has the Internet, but the technology here is much more advanced. I do miss some things, though. As Hunters, we have our own network of information, and everything there is to know about every one of influence in there, as well as confidential data, all uncensored. I'd be like having the computer of ADI's head available to all of us."

[graveyounglady]

"No need for apologizing. I brought you along for a reason, sir." She gives his shoulder a companionable pat without really thinking about it.

"But you really think they're hiding important things from us?" She starts perusing the bolts of blue fabric as they walk, motioning Kurapika to check one now and again for if it's what he's looking for. "Wouldn't that be hurting themselves if we're helping them?"

[chainreactions]

He's going to touch everything, giving her the tones of blue and fabric that most resemble his favorite robe. That'll do it.

"Not necessarily. If you think about it, there's nothing we can truly do without ADI. They're the ones giving us a home, money, and identities in this world that might not hold up upon further investigation should we try to make something on our own -- enrolling university or attempting government jobs, for instance. We're awfully tied to them, and being our only source of resources means they're also our font of information when it comes to the truth of this world. They could easily feed us anything, and we'd have no choice but to take it. That doesn't mean that they are, but not being certain about it doesn't do them any favors. I myself am unsure where I'd like to stand."

Breathe, Kurapika, damn.

"On one hand, I think it's awfully convenient. Outworlders, several bearing abilities of their own, willing to help a sole institution to win a fight against monsters they don't understand, and surely there are the types that would gladly give their lives for the greater good. On the other hand, I do not believe they have much reason to lie to us when it comes to the dangers of this world, considering what you and your comrades have experienced, as well as my own limited understanding of it.

Either way, my sole motivation is to get back home, and if they are holding us here as bait or as skilled personnel, I'll have a serious problem. I have a goal to see through, and ADI will be damned if they stand in my way."

[graveyounglady]

Mercy listens to his fabric suggestions and grabs up a few different bolts to carry over for cutting. She lifts multiple ones with ease, used to hauling far more over her shoulder. "If they was having people use their powers, that'd make more sense, wouldn't it? But they told everyone with magic they wasn't supposed to be using it. Ms. Nia had a big meeting where she told us they'd already had to kill some folk who got out of control with their magic and hurt people. Seems like they don't want any abilities except whatever they got in place that's disguising people and pulling them back from the edge of death.

"It's weird, them hamstringing themselves if they want to use us."

[chainreactions]

"I don't mean that alone. I do mean that there are several skills in place that do not hold faith in special abilities. For instance, I'm a Hunter, specifically, a Blacklist Hunter, one whose skills are dedicated to tracking down dangerous and wanted criminals. I'm sure there is other qualified personnel."

[graveyounglady]

That sounds very important. "I'm just a novitiate for a healing order, though. One from a time that's too old to be any use here. How're they picking people?"