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Forced Telepathic Bond Meme: I'm With Stupid

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

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meme by

terrabelle

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[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

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.]

[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.]

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.

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.]

[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?]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

Edited 2012-12-13 23:23 (UTC)

[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.

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.]

Simpler than trying to find something to hang myself from in here, certainly. [He hops back down, right into the seat, crossing his arms and legs, smirking.]

Ah, James, like a dog? You know, there are more humane methods for them. So, would you rather do the honors of putting me down, or watch me instead?

I've got no option but to watch you for the moment. Even if I could let you out of there, I doubt they'd appreciate me killing off an unarmed prisoner. I've got into trouble for that before.

[Not that getting into trouble for something stops him, but he can't help but recall the ribbing he got for that bomb maker shot on his first mission as a double-oh. Bond and M always had their disagreements, but more so back in those days when he was younger and far more eager to prove himself. Nowadays he doesn't have to prove himself.]

Hn, what are we going to do with you, Mr. Silva? [Mostly rhetorical, but he's sure that won't stop him. But it's a valid consideration to make. He can't have Silva being carted off the prison and still be stuck in his own head. It'll ruin his career, even admitting he's got voices in his head, let alone if anyone honestly believed he was a walking security breach.]

Quite the conundrum, Mr. Bond. Perhaps you should go ask for mommy's permission to get rid of the bad, bad man from her past for her.

[And whatever will happen with this connection of ours? To drive the point home, more poking. Light caress of mind to mind. You know, I have to wonder if this can be made all the stronger through touch. Why don't you come inside and find out, hm?]

Mm, perhaps I should.

[Killing him off seems like the most viable option right now. But if James kills off something that's in his head... then what? Does he risk damaging himself? He has no fucking clue how all of this works. It's something he'd love to experiment with. To poke and prod at for days. He can't even help but hesitate when Silva suggests touch. His mind considers the options sub-consciously, his curiosity getting the better of him.

But no. Don't be so bloody stupid, he tells himself. The biggest security risk and he considered opening the door for him? He must be fucking insane.

Nice try.]

[I'm hardly going to take the chance to escape with you right there to stop me. Besides, his plan should already be in play. No sense in altering it now. Silva is a very patient man, if nothing else. He can sit here for a long time, if necessary.

Of course, whether James even could stop him or not is another question in itself. This agent is good, very good, astoundingly good. Best of the best. No wonder he's top dog, mommy's little bulldog. But Silva used to hold that title as well.

Promise I won't tell anyone~]

[He grunts out his annoyance at the constant little niggles in his head, like a devil on his shoulder tempting him to make ridiculous choices. He does that enough as it is, he really doesn't need the additional support of Silva.

But really, what's the worst that could happen? The whole room is fortified. Silva would have to get through him first, then the armed guards, then escape through of a maze of underground offices and tunnels, undoubtedly running into plenty of trained professionals on the way. The entrance and exit were so heavily guarded that he wouldn't make it out alive...

I'll kill you if you try anything.

But that's a promising threat, is it not?

Especially as James is moving towards the door way, his right hand slipping under his jacket and resting at his gun as a silent reassurance to himself as he swipes himself in. Fucking stupid. But this mental connection needs to be investigated and he'd rather here than locked away in some asylum being tested on.]

Don't move. [His gaze isn't leaving Silva as he opens the door just enough to slip in and shut it behind him (... here's hoping the door is swipe exit too), hand still settled under his jacket.]

Are you going to behave?

[Silva only glances at the hand in the jacket; yes, of course, no funny business or he'll get a bullet somewhere unpleasant. The warnings are quite unnecessary.

But it's a victory for Silva, and one he never even planned on (since he planned on none of this...connection of sorts). James actually came into the cell. Knowing what a bad move it could potentially be.

He just smiles a pleasant smile as if two friends sitting down for tea. Doesn't move. Oh, but this is going to be interesting, even if nothing comes of any kind of physical touch. Now there's no surface to keep them apart, no turning and hiding until certain emotions or impacts of this connection subside. Just them.]

My very best behavior, Mister Bond, I can assure you.

[That 'pleasant' smile isn't something Bond finds very pleasant at all.

But he made this choice, to come inside, and he'll be damned if he'll let Silva put him on edge.

The reply has him slipping his hand away from his jacket and instead resting by his side, the other hand in his pocket to give him an air of aloofness. A usual look for James.]

How does this work, then?

[A look that Silva sees right through. There's no comfort in here, and neither one of them are likely to drop their guard. Silva rolls his shoulders, half a stretch and half a shrug.]

You think I know? I'm just as in the dark about this as you are. I only suggested touch. And I doubt you want me to be touching you again... But you're free to touch me however you'd like.

That's unusually considerate for you...

[Bond's glad for the lack of groping though, because he's the one with the gun and the power this time around, even if he is now locked inside a cage with this wild animal. Stupid move, he still knows that, but one that he couldn't resist.]

Alright then. [He shifts close enough to be arms reach away, no hesitation as he reaches out and places a hand heavily on Silva's shoulder.]

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