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[fogsong]

[ The video comes to life with awkward fiddling, catching glimpses of a dimly lit bedroom and what looks like blank canvases leaning against a paled, paneled wall before she gets her omni set where she'd like. She steps into view and takes a seat on the floor, close enough to the camera to make out the bags beneath her eyes. She fidgets, suddenly unsure of what she's even doing. ]

Last month, right? That was fun. [ Her grin is more of a grimace and she rolls her eyes to emphasize the sarcasm that drips from her lips. It had not been fun, not one lick, but it had been painfully eye-opening. She licks her lips. ] Made me realize some things, though. Namely that I need a teacher of some sort, specifically for... [ She hesitates. She's not sure what to call them because she's never given them a label before. ] Psychic powers, I guess?

It’s not blood-related or anything. It’s complicated and personal but I’ve always had them. I just couldn’t use them. [ To put it very, very simply. ] And when I say psychic powers I’m talking telekinesis and prophetic nightmares. Things like that. [ There's more but those are harder to say out loud. ]

I don’t have much control over them. [ In a lot of ways, she’s scared of them. They’re not the reason Alessa was brought to the attention of the Order, that was just her birth and Dahlia's refusal to name a father, but they’d made it so much worse. ] I don’t really use them consciously. They just. Happen. Usually when I’m afraid or angry or overwhelmed. [ Which seems like it's going to happen a lot here. ]

And I need control over them. Not just because they’d be useful but so I don’t hurt someone on accident. [ It's so she can hurt people on purpose.

She leans forward to turn off the video but seems to realize something and adds: ] Oh, and my name's Sharon Da Silva. If there's someone that can help, I'd... really appreciate it.

[ And off the feed goes. ]

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[fogsong]

[ Church of the Holy Flame. It's like being doused in ice-cold water and her breath catches in her throat. It's not The Order, she knows that, but there are two things she doesn't like being wrapped up in the same sentence: church and fire. ]

I... [ Her brain takes a moment to push past the tickle of fear that's hit her. There's no reason for her to be afraid. It's just a church. Fuck. ] I'd like to practice together sometime but... it'd be best if we met at my place. Or literally anywhere but the church. Sorry, I just don't have the best memories associated with places like that.

[devilmind]

Oh. [ The Operator blinks. ] I'm sorry.

[ With how violently factional religion can be in their own universe, perhaps they shouldn't be surprised that others might not be comfortable with such a meeting place. Really, though, the Operator thinks that the Church of the Holy Flame is quite peaceful, especially compared to other temples they've been in. At least there are no Infested. Or prisoners.

Still, they won't push the issue if it makes Sharon uncomfortable. ]

We'll meet at your place, then. You can just send me the address.

[ There's a pause before they realize that they've omitted a rather crucial piece of information. ]

I'm Tenno, by the way.

[fogsong]

No, it's okay. We've all got our things; churches are mine. [ Among other things.

She sends him the house location in Crenshaw and when he tells her his name, a look of realization dawns across her face. ] Oh, that explains the username!