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Aug. 15th, 2010 06:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaYukimura placed his hand over Sanada’s, not even needing to speak or think the phrase ‘let go’. Sanada understood, although he released Yukimura’s arm reluctantly. The tension in the room was still tightly wound, ready to explode into psychic violence and perhaps some real violence as well. “None of us wants to start a war, do we?” Yukimura knew that the answer to that was ‘no’. The church of Rudolph would be willing to start a war, as long as they could win it, and as the man in charge of Hyotei Atobe had started, controlled, and won many wars.
“Of course not.” Mizuki Hajime curled one strand of hair around his finger again and again a nervous habit he’d had years ago as well. “We’re only here to retrieve one of Atobe’s men.”
“Hiyoshi.” Atobe’s voice grated on Yukimura’s ears, as did the psychic ebb and flow of his power. It was like Atobe couldn’t turn it off anymore, like he had to keep reaching out for the touch of other’s minds. It was almost as irritating as the music that all of the church of Rudolph projected.
Almost.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow that.” Yukimura smiled slightly and brushed hair behind one ear. “I don’t have any authority over people who are not citizens of this moon base.” Mostly true. “However allowing you to meet with Hiyoshi would violate any number of galactic protocols as you would surely use your psychic prowess to influence his mind.”
Yukimura paused for a second. “Influencing is still against the law, whether you’re a dead man or not, Atobe.”
“It’s only against the law if it’s reported.” Mizuki’s voice was stiff and when Yukimura looked at the cult leader so were his shoulders. “Every psychic subconsciously influences, surely you know that, Yukimura.”
“Exactly why I can’t allow you to meet with him.” Yukimura’s smile never wavered, despite the increasing tension and the bristling of the servants of Rudolph’s minds. It was like watching muzzled dogs growl.
If he wanted, he could kill them all, right now. Oh, possibly not all at once, it might take two or three blows, like blowing out a candle. He could certainly disable them all as well, it would just take longer. He’d have to deal with the entire Church of Rudolph after that, however. Or would they die out, unstrung like Hyotei had been after Atobe’s death? Unlikely. Mizuki might be an arrogant useless twat but he wasn’t as arrogant as Atobe. Atobe had also had the power to keep all of Hyotei and its associated planets tied to him. Mizuki did not.
“I also have reason to believe that you’re being targeted by a group of political revolutionaries.” Yukimura’s smile tipped, briefly, into a smirk. It was not an expression he broke out often, although every member of his team had it directed at them once or twice. “Thought bombs were created specifically to target Hyotei and their, what are they called again, MADAs?”
“The Mads.” Niou snickered behind Yukimura. It earned a quick psychic smack upside the head from Yagyuu from the other side of the hanger. But it was the street nickname for Hyotei’s little agents.
“Yes.” Yukimura’s smile was back on in its upright position. “Them. So perhaps you should think better of your stay.”
“Of course not.” Mizuki Hajime curled one strand of hair around his finger again and again a nervous habit he’d had years ago as well. “We’re only here to retrieve one of Atobe’s men.”
“Hiyoshi.” Atobe’s voice grated on Yukimura’s ears, as did the psychic ebb and flow of his power. It was like Atobe couldn’t turn it off anymore, like he had to keep reaching out for the touch of other’s minds. It was almost as irritating as the music that all of the church of Rudolph projected.
Almost.
“I’m afraid I can’t allow that.” Yukimura smiled slightly and brushed hair behind one ear. “I don’t have any authority over people who are not citizens of this moon base.” Mostly true. “However allowing you to meet with Hiyoshi would violate any number of galactic protocols as you would surely use your psychic prowess to influence his mind.”
Yukimura paused for a second. “Influencing is still against the law, whether you’re a dead man or not, Atobe.”
“It’s only against the law if it’s reported.” Mizuki’s voice was stiff and when Yukimura looked at the cult leader so were his shoulders. “Every psychic subconsciously influences, surely you know that, Yukimura.”
“Exactly why I can’t allow you to meet with him.” Yukimura’s smile never wavered, despite the increasing tension and the bristling of the servants of Rudolph’s minds. It was like watching muzzled dogs growl.
If he wanted, he could kill them all, right now. Oh, possibly not all at once, it might take two or three blows, like blowing out a candle. He could certainly disable them all as well, it would just take longer. He’d have to deal with the entire Church of Rudolph after that, however. Or would they die out, unstrung like Hyotei had been after Atobe’s death? Unlikely. Mizuki might be an arrogant useless twat but he wasn’t as arrogant as Atobe. Atobe had also had the power to keep all of Hyotei and its associated planets tied to him. Mizuki did not.
“I also have reason to believe that you’re being targeted by a group of political revolutionaries.” Yukimura’s smile tipped, briefly, into a smirk. It was not an expression he broke out often, although every member of his team had it directed at them once or twice. “Thought bombs were created specifically to target Hyotei and their, what are they called again, MADAs?”
“The Mads.” Niou snickered behind Yukimura. It earned a quick psychic smack upside the head from Yagyuu from the other side of the hanger. But it was the street nickname for Hyotei’s little agents.
“Yes.” Yukimura’s smile was back on in its upright position. “Them. So perhaps you should think better of your stay.”
