01 in which technology wins

[themalice.livejournal.com]

[ It's been at least a couple weeks since Yuri's arrival at Garden. So far, so good. Classes are crap, but he slogs through it. The food is good. There's only one thing...

The greatest hurdle to overcome, by far. The Great Wall to his Huns. The heel to his Achilles.

He sits in a chair turned backwards in a quiet corner of the library. He's seen everyone else doing it, and they don't seem to have any problem...so he should be able to figure it out too, right?

The BBS. Cruel, taunting machine. The screen of the computer, permanently fixed at the menu, mocks him and the keys of the keyboard look like some kind of elaborate puzzle. He briefly considers kicking it, but settles instead for pressing as many buttons as he can simultaneously, to which the computer beeps loudly in protest. He's going to be here for a while. ]

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[reortus.livejournal.com]

[ After some fun in the Training Center, C.C. decided after break to visit the Library. There must be something here she could check out when she lounges around in her dorm, doing nothing. As she walks, her ears pick up the angry banging, to which she walks in to see some poor sap seemingly have trouble on working with a computer...

[ With the way he's just typing up random buttons... ] Trying to hack into something now?

[themalice.livejournal.com]

[ He might jump a little at the sudden question, so focused is he on his task of making the technology heed his will. ]

D-don't sneak up on people like that! Can't you see I'm concentrating...wait, hack? What's hack?

[ And will it help him figure this thing out. ]

[reortus.livejournal.com]

[ Just blinks. Her heels usually are an indication of her presence, so... Huh. Concentrating, indeed. ]

If you're asking that, then it's irrelevant. Unless you're playing dumb, or you honestly don't know how to work with computers.

[ Considering some of the people she's seeing being from far distant time periods than others. ]

[themalice.livejournal.com]

[ That would require he hear anything over the smashing of keys and beeping of computer.

He huffs at her (mostly correct) assumption. ]

I know how to work with it fine. It just went and did something...funny.

[ By that he means it's completely locked up from his abuse. ]

[reortus.livejournal.com]

[ She smirks at his answer. Right. ]

Funny being that you just locked yourself from accessing it further, right?

[themalice.livejournal.com]

[ oh boy, here we go. ]

Huh? It's not locked...it's right there. Look, I don't know what you're talking about, but obviously it just needs a little more of....

[ Aaaand it's back to beating the keyboard until it works. ]

[reortus.livejournal.com]

[ Arches a brow, but still rather unimpressed. ]

And further driving yourself away from the solution.

[themalice.livejournal.com]

Hey, if you're gonna be helpful, you could at least try to.... help.

[ He doesn't deal well with the all-knowing mysterious types. SHARE THE WEALTH. ]

[reortus.livejournal.com]

[ She walks closer and leans over him to type on the keys and undo the damage he's done. She's quick and concise, and voila. ]

There. Not so hard. You can post messages now.

[themalice.livejournal.com]

[ Oh. Well she can keep leaning over him like that if she wants. And.. oh she fixed it. Well that's good too. ]

I woulda gotten it... [ grudgingly, he adds ] ..thanks.

[reortus.livejournal.com]

[ She chuckles, still leaning over him for a few seconds longer, and only to stare at the screen for a bit. ]

Yes, I'm sure your constant bashing of the computer would help eventually, if not destroy it entirely. [ Smirks once more. ]

[themalice.livejournal.com]

[ yeah yeah. have a shrug because he doesn't give a shit. ]

Hey, it works with people.

[reortus.livejournal.com]

Ah, so you're that kind of guy... [ Gazes at him for a few moments before looking around the library. ]

[themalice.livejournal.com]

[ His attention for the computer has dwindled and he leans forward to cross his arms over the back of the chair, watching her. ]

Aren't we all? Military academy, isn't that right?

[reortus.livejournal.com]

[ She glances back at him. ]

I doubt this facility's training regimen only limits itself to brute force.

[themalice.livejournal.com]

Well, nah, but it's still kinda the whole point. That's what military's for.

[reortus.livejournal.com]

[ Remembers how she's dealt with certain troublesome things... and smirks to herself. ]

Yes. And it truly does work when needed.

[themalice.livejournal.com]

Sound like you're speakin' from experience there, lady.

[ She does seem pretty calm and well-spoken for a young looking girl. Probably one of those "more than meets the eye" types. ]

[reortus.livejournal.com]

More than enough experience.

[ Gives him a simple shrug before taking to one of the seats by him. ]

[themalice.livejournal.com]

Well? You gonna tell me about it, or keep doing that tall green and mysterious act?

[reortus.livejournal.com]

[ Arches a brow at it. ] Centuries of it.

[ She says it with such a straight face, too. ]

[themalice.livejournal.com]

...So, you're a witch?

[ He's pretty familiar with this zany stuff, so he barely bats an eyelash. He pauses, though, considering something... ]

--Or a Sorceress?

[reortus.livejournal.com]

A witch is more accurate.

[ Zany stuff like dead people? Dead souls. Hur hur, in common things. ]

[themalice.livejournal.com]

S'long as you keep your curses to yourself.

[ Hey, he's got all the dead souls you could want, baby. He's like a dead soul wal-mart. ]

[reortus.livejournal.com]

[ Smirks. ] I don't plan to... Unless one wants to.

[ Nah, she's got enough of people who are supposed to be dead talking to her. ]