Forced Telepathic Bond Meme: I'm With Stupid

[enabling]

Telepathy. The ability to hear the thoughts of others and pry into other minds. Suddenly, you have it. Or maybe you always had it. And now you're connected, for better or worse, to another person, for who knows how long. You can feel their thoughts and, more alarmingly, they can hear yours. You share dreams, you can feel them there constantly, you their joy and their grief. INSTRUCTIONS; 1.] Post with your character name, canon, and any preferences you may have. 2.] Try not to leave just a blank comment. Maybe write a little scenario about what your character is thinking or feeling, something their partner can pick up. 3.] Whoever tags you now shares a telepathic bond with your character. 4.] When tagging, you may roll 1-5 Extent and for How on the RNG if needed. EXTENT OF TELEPATHY; 1. Sudden Onset Limited. It's a bond limited to exclusively you and your partner. 2. Sudden Onset Unlimited. You and/or your partner can hear the thoughts of others, but it's largely uncontrollable. And you retain a special bond with your partner that you can't block off. 3.] Experienced Limited. You've had your bond for a little while now, and have some experience with controlling it. Limited between you and partner. 4.] Experienced Unlimited w/o Partner. You've had telepathy for a while, but having a bond with your partner is new and confusing. 5.] Experienced Unlimited Partners You and your partner are pretty used to this, and either you, or both of you, can use telepathy on other people. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? 1. Genetic. Baby, you were born this way. Maybe you didn't know it because it was a recessive trait and only appeared at a certain age. Maybe it's a mutation. Your partner shares this genetic trait and, by proximity, you've been bonded. 2. Government. Generic "The government is responsible!" Either you consented or you did not, but you've been partnered by an act of your government... or someone else's. 3. Experiment. You started trying to just bend spoons and... whoops! It was an experiment. Either you planned it or an enemy/evil scientist is responsible! 4. Through Strife/Friendship. You got really close, whether by sharing a hardship/trauma or just being together and getting on. 5. Really Intense Sex. Smut option. Guess it was so mind-blowing that you literally connected minds. idea from guiltapalooza meme by terrabelle

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[doubleoohbaby]

She knows how to get a job done. Can't fault her for that. [In fact, he'll take that as a compliment.]

I want to know your motivation, Mr Silva. What you're really here for. You hide away for almost fifteen years only to get yourself arrested? Mm, no. I think there's more to it.

[oedipusrat]

At least she hasn't raised an idiot child. Although, is it really my motivation you seek? I think she walked out the door and left us here some time ago. [There are wheels in motion, plans of a very long time in the making, but he can't expect the unexpected when the unexpected isn't something that should be able to even happen.]

Did you hear what she would do to me? Have my name stricken from the memorial. That really would be the end of him, wouldn't it? [Mommy didn't tell you who you're up against. She keeps such secrets.] Ay, and that would really be a shame, to let him fade away, no muss, no fuss, as quietly as she intended for fifteen years ago.

[doubleoohbaby]

[As unexpected goes, this has to come pretty high up there. Unbelievable too. Impossible, even, although apparently possible enough not to be impossible.]

I know the most relevant details, thanks to you. Not much else I really need to know. Your past is insignificant compared to what you are now.

[oedipusrat]

And yet it's the past that made me what I am now. Doesn't that mean anything in this situation? Someday down the road, James, you could be me.

[doubleoohbaby]

I'll likely be dead before then. [He hopes.]

[oedipusrat]

It's a hope I share for you. I thought the same, you know. Do you think that I was always like this, some rogue agent being naughty?

[doubleoohbaby]

I think you've probably always had that psychosis. Likely wasn't as easy to spot before all this, but I think you had it in you to snap rather than break.

[oedipusrat]

Ohhhh, James, it hurts how much you don't know. Why wouldn't she tell you all about me before sending you off into my grasp? She should trust you more than she does; you've got a good head on those independent shoulders of yours.

[I was just like you. Are you saying you will someday snap and attack your fellow agents? When I look at you... A glance in a mirror--a very different man than the one James sees before him. A little praise for Mister Rodriguez from M, a gun from Q branch, the feeling of the tedium of writing reports and the fun of trying to charm someone else up enough to do it for him, things that should be most familiar to the current agent. How does he get James to see, this wasn't always in him? Must he dig down, fifteen years ago, five months and a molar?]

[doubleoohbaby]

She trusts me enough. [It was M, after all, that taught him trust was transient, if existing at all. Bond couldn't even trust his own girlfriend, his first true love. How was he meant to believe M could trust him?

The thoughts don't surprise him much, merely narrowing his eyes in curiosity. Agents like them had to be a certain sort of person, each with their own abilities, but all with the same training and the same goals. He doesn't see any of them as particularly sane. A sane person couldn't do the job that much of MI6 do.] I can certainly empathise, Mr. Silva, but I won't sympathise.

[oedipusrat]

[Doesn't answer the question. You think you're likely to snap someday, then? Especially if none of us are exactly sane...

A terrifying prospect, but if it was likely, then it would happen more often. Or does Bond just think agents die before they ever reach that stage? Silva reaches, wants to pluck out the memory of that bullet as if reaching to touch that awful scar, wants to feel what became of the agent in his temporary death, the dependence on alcohol, too many pills, he wants to dig it up and remember, this is what happens to them when they don't die.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Silva's digging for fresh memories. It's something easier to find than most of the other thoughts and recollections stashed away to never resurface. James doesn't push back straight away, more curious on what exactly is being searched for. There's brief appearances of Macau, Singapore, his arrival back into MI6, and then a flash of his own face in the mirror, sneering- or perhaps grimacing, topless. The wound in it's later stages of healing, but James looks like shit, all stubble and red eyes.

James isn't ashamed of it. He's not proud either.

That wasn't my breaking point. I came back.

He shoves forth a reminder of him back with MI6, at M's desk, awaiting orders that led to this whole ordeal.]

[oedipusrat]

[There are sad little details he catches, though. Bits of the testing Bond failed so miserably. How did he ever believe that he passed? Mother superior can be quite persuasive...

No, you came back, for all the little ideals you still think you want to uphold. Your betrayal still stings, and it will for some time, but she didn't send you to that death intending for you to fall from that train.

Sending you to me, however...

And now here they are again. James must think it a triumph that he took out all of those little nobodies of Silva's, that he sneaked the radio signal in, that MI6 came to the rescue (ha, rescue!) to take Silva in to where they both are now. Of course he's suspicious. Of course there's something more to this. Of course he let himself be captured; that was always part of the plan. If he'd wanted a showdown with Bond, he gladly would've taken his own shot, would have faced the agent down with his own physical skills and had a proper go at it.

She didn't trust you to get the job done then. She didn't trust you this time around, either. But she hoped, I'm sure. She never wants to do this. If you had died in my captivity, or even before then, it would have been a terrible personal loss, but she also would have had to shrug her shoulders and send someone else to get the job done. An unwanted memory rises, just brief flashes, but the idea gets across. Mission gone wrong? Got stupid, made a mistake, got captured? No, it was plan, someone tipped off the wrong people. Someone did this to him. Wasn't trusted. Wasn't trusted and came back wrong for it.]

If you ever are put into the situation where you break, James, rest assured, you would come to see the world my way.

[doubleoohbaby]

[Perhaps James merely wanted to believe he'd passed those tests. Had so much faith in his own abilities that he honestly believed he'd done alright, beyond a few missed shots, a refusal for psych tests and a less than stellar performance at his fitness.

And yet, even after failure, he'd still succeeded against a top class assassin, thugs, even Silva. Even if his victory with Silva left questions floating in his mind about they why.

The mention of being replaced triggers something. Not self-pity for himself, but for all the other colleagues he's seen die, or even had to replace. Just like Ronson, he thinks unconsciously...

I already see it your way, I just hold up a little more faith in my country.

But he pays attention to those little flashes of unwanted memories, focusing on each one as it slips past and analysing carefully against what he already knows.]

The Chinese finding you... That wasn't a mistake. They knew where you were. [Not a question. He's working it out carefully, bit by bit.]

[oedipusrat]

[A top class assassin he wasn't meant to let fall to his death through a bum shoulder. Thugs that really aren't any match for a Double-Oh. And Silva...allowed for this. There's been no real test of his skills, it feels like, but a damn good show so far.]

I made no mistakes. [No, his only mistake was, apparently, getting clever with his computers and getting too cozy with Chinese firewalls.] I did as I was told. But someone decided not to give me all of the facts. And I stayed alive for her, held my tongue for her, meant to kill myself for her. For your country.

[And she never intended to come back for me. He's come to terms with the fact that it's, perhaps, the whining of a child, but James shouldn't really blame him for the intense emotions attached with being burnt, given up, and believing for months, despite all of the pain, that he was doing the right thing. Staying loyal, all that time. Your faith will come at a price you only think you're prepared for.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Let James have his moment of glory, no matter how imagined it is.]

She gave you up. [That makes a lot of sense. The revenge. The obsession of seeing her. The drive to humiliate her.

You stupid bastard.]

[oedipusrat]

You see? The things she doesn't tell you before sending you off. The sins she refuses to think on. Oh, all for a good cause, yes, I understand, but my experience changed me nevertheless.

[It's a casual wave of his hand as if the whole thing is rather inconsequential, but inside, it's anything but. Yes, he understands, for a smooth political transition and for the lives of a number of prisoners, it's a good deal. Fair trade. But Silva lets slip through the torment of finding out about it later, of putting the pieces together after he's escaped, after his physical healing has begun but long before the mental scars began to form. The obsessive thought of how it even happened running around in his head until the answer is right in front of him. The woman he trusted above all else, so draconian in her punishment for his supposed transgression, gave him up to those who would subject him to the worst imaginable pains. Faith shattered. Loyalty melted away.

Betrayal at the root of this whole mess. I cannot let it go.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[James allows himself to think of the scenario, of the memories he's glimpsed and the tale that Silva had weaved to M earlier. Of how, under the right circumstances, he might have found himself in a similar situation, and whether he'd truly accept his fate or seek revenge. Perhaps he'd let his depression get the better of him. Or perhaps it really would be the final breaking point for him.

He doesn't let the thought linger long though, more intent on the issues at hand and never being one for reflection.]

There's only so much you can do from that prison of yours. [Unless there's something planned. More explosions? Unlikely. Silva would have already killed her that way if that were the case... unless he needed to see her first.]

[oedipusrat]

You're quite right. [Fine. He supposes he can't force the situaion on James...well, he can, actually. But he won't, not immediately, not yet.] It's quite secure here. Underground bunkers and guards and bulletproof, shatterproof glass. She's done a good job of it.

[doubleoohbaby]

And yet you don't seem the slightest bit concerned. Funny, that. [Yeah, he's on to you, Silva. He's still trying to work out whether it's the psychosis to blame or whether something is afoot, but he'll probably find out soon enough either way.]

[oedipusrat]

[There might be the vague idea of the metro, but nothing more than that. No, ought to keep the details out of mind.] Oh, I'm quite safe in here, so I'm not worried about that. And all I really have to worry about is when mommy decides she's had enough of me and sends me off to jail. You can be certain that if we still executed people, she would send me to the front of the line.

[Like she did to me before; she just couldn't pull the trigger herself. Let James poke all he want. Silva can poke right back. He can distract with other thoughts and memories. Perhaps he can plant false ideas, send him running off the wrong direction?]

[doubleoohbaby]

[It mildly irritates him that he can't get a hold on anything solid. If this were any other prisoner by a trained agent, Bond feels like he could have swept out all their plans, thoughts and memories in a single sweep. But no, he has to get a telepathic link with the one fucking guy who can apparently keep things hidden even in his own head. Not that James is any stranger to that.

She had her reasons. He's sure of that. Silva can spin all the stories he wants, but if M gave up an agent, he can bet his life that there's more to the story.]

[oedipusrat]

[I don't argue that she did.

It's a skill developed during torture, really. If you keep the information that they want away from anywhere near the surface, you're less likely to spill it out. But perhaps Bond will be able to coax it all up closer. If he's clever. If Silva slips.

She did it for the lives of others. Cut her losses. Don't think I don't understand her reasons. But it doesn't diminish the pain.]

[doubleoohbaby]

[Then perhaps I'll slip to a nice length of rope in the prison post. Give you a chance to finish yourself off properly this time.

And oh look, Bond's smiling at that. It's a twisted little thing, the corner of his lips curling upwards and yet his brows furrowing downwards. It's only a little thing, but it's the smile of a man who finds death a hilarious notion. Perhaps they've both just been surrounded by that shroud for too long.]

[oedipusrat]

[We're not the kind of people who can do that so easily. You failed to drown yourself in booze, after all. Death is a hilarious notion to people like them, to people who should have died a hundred times over and keep coming back for more, whether they wanted it or not.

It's funny, even, and Silva springs up, onto the seat in the center of the chamber, laughing all the while, reaching upwards. Posed gracefully, even.]

I think we'll have to find another method, hm? Perhaps proper cyanide this time.

[doubleoohbaby]

A bullet to the brain would be a lot simpler. I'm willing to offer you that much.

[Put you down like a dog. It's easy to forget Silva can hear those little after thoughts, but in hindsight, he doesn't care at all that he's got access to them. The guy seems to appreciate the humour in it all anyway, as genuine as James might be in the offers of euthanasia.

Seems a shame to put the guy down when he can provide such entertaining theatrics, though. Especially what he's up to now, which merely has Bond watching with the smallest quirk of a brow.]