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((Note: This thread takes place several days after Rebecca's fight with Arman and the threads that came after.))
To say the message she had received was peculiar was an understatement. As much as she believed it some sort of joke, the formality of the email she received has her curious, as well. Why would anyone bother her otherwise?
Rebecca makes her way to the courtyard, mulling over who "F.C." Could be while keeping a look out for anyone who might appear to be waiting for something.
Currently, she was dressed in her usual garb; faux leather black pants and mid calf boots, with a deep purple sweater and her usual black gloves that went up to the middle of her forearms. She looks like a normal person, if a bit gothic in style..
Rebecca pays closer attention to the girl in the jade dress as she comes closer, though her eyes almost hurt from the need to add leopard skin shoes to match the dress. Maybe it was her own personal taste, but those could have been done away with. Otherwise, stunning fit the description.
There may or may not have been a flash of envy, too. Not necessarily for the price or quality, but the fact that there were some things synthetics couldn't do properly. But the thought passed quickly enough.
Her stopping at a distance was unusual, but welcome. Most people she'd come across at Paradigm were the sort to get up in your face, even though many didn't mean it in a bad way.
"Hopefully you weren't waiting long." She remains where she is. She had come shortly after getting the email, but that didn't mean there wasn't time between sending and receiving.
"These shoes cost more than your entire outfit." Freya starts, brushing her hair carefully.
"But thank you for the compliment. I'm sure you're curious as to why I asked you here..."
She lets her smile linger, though her eyes narrow just a tad. She was in no way hiding the fact she was intruding the girl's thoughts. So much so that past answering Rebecca's private thoughts already, Rebecca would actually be able to feel the invasion in her mind. Just at the surface though.
Rebecca blinks at the sudden comment, eyes widening in surprise before narrowing after. There was no way to guess her thoughts, and it turned out the other woman wasn't trying to hide it, anyway.
She would definitely get the thoughts that she was most unwelcome and needed to get out. Now.
"Among other things, yes." That was one of the more surface thoughts, though, along wither her being a little tired of being eyed like a piece of meat by almost everyone she'd come across here. Not that she wasn't used to weird looks and whispers, but that didn't mean she had to like people being closed-minded.
She's not exactly giving Rebecca reason to think otherwise. Her thoughts are her own - or should be. This reeked of rich girl entitlement on a meta level. Of course she could do what she pleased, because she could.
"Maybe, maybe not. Why did you contact me, then? You made it seem like this was important."
Freya gets a small series of thoughts flashing through as Rebecca recalls the boys she's met so far. Only one of them has ever mentioned a sister, someone he cared deeply about. Enough to protect. She'd believed it a good thing, and still did. Because family was important. Now that she considers it, they share both appearance and some attitudes.
"Well, we can both agree on that, then." Another memory, this one of the first time she'd met Silas. The exact reference she gets is when she asks him if everything is an experiment to her, and the sense of being used to a similar treatment when trying to discern the limits of her powers and if she could control them.
"I imagine it's like the others he's been interested in?" She assumes, anyway. She doubts hers is the only file he's hacked for information. Not when he claims to be a lion, a king, a ruler to manipulate others.
Even if she'd like to believe there was more than just that going on with him.
"You'd be wrong, of course." Freya says, looking amused.
"It's no secret that Silas likes to...play...with people. But this is a new game, even for him." she says, sounding like she was thinking out loud more than speaking to Rebecca.
She puts on a pleasant smile again.
"Actually, I was here to ask what you think of him. My baby brother doesn't usually make friends. It has piqued my interest."
The wording brings up the question Silas had asked her the other night: is this the end of the game? She'd thought he meant something else, but maybe not? Now Rebecca was uncertain as well. It wasn't like she'd never been wrong before in thinking she understood or new something. Or someone.
She also wonders how much of this is Freya's own wording, or how much is shaped from what she picks from Rebecca's thoughts.
"I think he's smart enough to keep his thoughts to himself." She wondered, then, if this was how Freya reached her conclusion. Or had it been by observation, and Rebecca hadn't noticed?
"I'll admit, there are times he is difficult, and he has angered more before. But he's also shown a more lenient side, one that's willing to listen. He's honest, and I like and respect that." Even if the truth wasn't always what one wanted to hear, as she knew. Another memory, this time of the party she'd been dragged to but could at least enjoy the costume - right up until Silas, knowing her powers, dared Clyde to kiss her. It hadn't happened and wouldn't as long as she had say in the matter.
"That's if he's not playing me. Maybe I'm wrong. Naive. Take your pick. But it could also be worth it. I've also enjoyed times with him."
The very loaded question takes her by surprise. Not that Freya is asking, because from the sound of things, she cares as much for her brother as he does her. It's her own thoughts that accompany it that surprise.
She's also used to cutting herself off before any romantic interest can bloom, even if the seeds are there. Again, most people tend to cringe away from the idea with her powers, and she's sort of taught herself not to consider it for a few years.
But does she like him? Considering she'd chosen him over a friend, it was hard to say no.
"This is where you tell me that I'm wrong if I do, isn't it?" She's not quite stalling so much as sorting through layers and forming conclusions.
Rebecca holds her gaze, not liking the way the smile feels like a cover for something dangerous, like the poisonous animals in the world who are brightly colored as a warning.
"You know Silas better than I do, so you would know that answer." A small, somewhat deep breath. There was the fact that she'd had his attention before, and now Mike's. Her conflicting feelings and the fact she'd picked Silas. That she still believed Mike a friend, even though they were distant.
She just didn't know if the feelings were returned other than when he'd insisted that their time together wasn't nothing. Again, it could be that she's being made a joke of and is too optimistic. Maybe Freya's even in on it to see what her reactions will be. All things considered, she still favored the idea that the other girl was watching out for him in her own way.
"Be that as it may, I'm curious to know why YOU would think so. There must be a reason you made that assumption~?"
As it was, Freya was getting a good amount of feedback from Rebecca's surface thoughts. Not that the girl was trying very hard to hide them. There was no need to dig much deeper.
Freya's questions are for things that have been on her mind, so one hopes it isn't. Rebecca knows her aren't solely for herself and has no intention of dragging older, personal thoughts into the front.
"Because opinions shift with experience and information. So you have my words as well as your own opinions of me. Just like I have mine." And because nothing is ever, ever as easy as liking someone.
Freya actually gives something of a frustrated sigh. This girl either didn't understand the question or was doing one hell of a job avoiding it.
She quickly brings a smile back up, though.
"I'm having a hard time understanding your appeal." she says pretty bluntly. "My parents would kill me if I dressed like you. You're homely at best. Maybe it's the fact you're so easy to fluster...but that wouldn't explain why he patched you up like a sick little puppy."
There's a flash of irritation when Freya speaks that Rebecca doens't bother to hide. In a way, this reminds her of Silas, though the dynamic is different. Honest despite what others think or care.
"Congratulations on coming from a wealthy family," she offers dryly. her chin raises slightly. "You can now rest assured that you have avoided one fate." She really, really hated the girls this one reminded her of. So caught up on the idea of money being the best of everything. Sure, it could buy you stuff, some of it vital or at least needed, but what then? At least she was honest about the family ties, because that meant Rebecca was still willing to listen and talk rather than be mocked for no reason other than this girl could.
Some of the bravado fades at the puppy comment, not appreciating it but also reflecting on it. She still didn't know his motives on that intervention, either. Was it because he liked her? Maybe. It had entered her mind that he had to like her better than others in the academy if he hadn't just left her to be beaten to a bloody pulp, but actual personal interest? Not so much. She had thought that was one sided on her end.
"It sounds to me like you should be asking him that, not me."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to give you the impression I was asking you any of this."
And for that she looks genuinely apologetic. It doesn't make it sound less condescending though.
"I'll try to keep my thoughts to myself." she winks. "But all that aside, it seems like I didn't get what I wanted from meeting you. So I'll give you a deal. Because this is a first and I'm curious...any friend of Silas is a friend of mine. And I take good care of my friends." she nods.
Rebecca is under the impression that Freya wouldn't be caught dead touching anything she's wearing, but it could also be the desire to keep her personal boundaries, no matter she would have been questioning right now.
She returns the nod, waiting for Freya to speak before deciding what she thought. Experience told her that this was a setup, but she'd already discovered that she'd been wrong about other people here.
Freya's attitude and comments, along with the subject at hand, made her presence seem bigger, more solid to Rebecca. She'd wondered that herself, why he would bother going out of his way for her at all. Surprised was a mild way to put it.
"It might," she consents with a nod. "If so, then yes."