video;

[lehnsherr]

[it's automatic now; to make a call out that's meant only for a certain telepaths mind. a yell of tell me you're back. tell me you can hear me. please, before it's gone completely. his mind wiping blank in a way that only a person who spent half their lives around telepaths would know how to do

now, he turns his attention to his network device. it's different to his last one, but similar enough that he has no trouble navigating his way through it. the draw of the ship is too strong for him to leave the area yet. so when the video cuts in, the metal hull, gleaming in the sun, is all too clear]

Glory. If this is your doing, congratulations. You got me.

[his face may look familiar, but there are differences there. his hair is slightly longer, styled differently. he seems more relaxed than his other self. even his voice differs slightly. the undercurrents of german are less pronounced. but it's still clear that he's spent a lot of time speaking another language entirely. (hebrew, to those who can tell).]

We've already discussed this, so if you wouldn't mind, I have work to do.

[he adds a ping here to the few people he cares about; to hope summers, snape, caffrey. even givens gets a message sent through. but they're all bouncing back, and that leaves him...confused. annoyed. angry]

Will someone tell me what's going on here? Is this the city playing tricks again, or...

[there's some muttering under his breath then; hebrew now. if anyone listens closely enough, they may register the word ha-satan amongst it all. yes, he's talking about that satan]

I want answers. Now.


ooc; to you pesky telepaths: you're welcome to pick up on that first message. he knows how to project his thoughts well enough to make it rise above the usual surface thoughts people have. he just can't direct it to one person :|b

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[lehnsherr]

[it'd be so easy to dismiss the question right then and there. his own history isn't one he plans on sharing with strangers. but there are some differences that he has no issue with explaining. somewhat.]

Assuming this is the same man who I previously knew, he doesn't have an entire nation to protect.

[standsentinel]

That would at least speak well for your ability to think bigger picture beyond how to best measure your dick size. Fair enough.

[In the history of concessions granted, this is not one that will go down in song and story. But, granted it is.]

I'm pretty sure I'm not going to be the only one working off incomplete intel. Watch your back until you're sure someone's not going to shoot it. I'll settle for letting actions speak, myself.

[lehnsherr]

Worried about me already? I'm honoured.

[it's not quite sarcasm, but he's definitely amused. especially considering how this conversation started.]

[standsentinel]

What can I say? I'm a people person.

[Kaidan's response is deadpan, his eyebrows raised.]

I prefer that the people getting shot actually do something to deserve it. If it turns out you're lying, the truth will out soon enough.

[lehnsherr]

Then I suppose that means I have nothing to worry about then.

[standsentinel]

Proof's in the pudding. Don't expect everyone to hold their fire, not when a thousand people could be starving because of your apparently evil twin.

I've got work to do on that front.

[Warning given, Kaidan ends the call. And, in the grand tradition of pissing matches held across networked media, he's no happier because of it.]