We closed our eyes [OPEN]

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Who | Sigma Klim, Akane Kurashiki and you!
What | Sigma breaks into the District 7 Suites like a maniac, and then meets with Akane.
Where | District 7 Suites, and later heading towards the District 2 Suites.
When | Final days of the Arena.
Warnings/Notes | Kyle's mun is on Hiatus at the moment, and so Kyle hasn't been "resurrected" yet.


As he reached the seventh floor, Sigma shot out of the elevator like a bat out of hell. A rather confused Avox stared at him as he marched determinedly around a suite he did not belong to. Dr. Klim burst uninvited into the common room, the dining room, the deck, scanning each for the face he was looking for... nothing. Apprehension growing, he was off like a shot towards the room he'd once guided a very drugged up Tribute to during Valentine's Day, and threw open the door without knocking. Empty. Gone.

For a few short seconds Sigma froze with terror, but managed to collect himself and close the door without slamming it. He coughed, muttered a half-hearted "I'm sorry," to whomever was watching and headed towards the exit as though nothing had happened, his expression hard. Perhaps the man was with Akane- he had to find Akane. Surely they had brought her back, the poor old woman had barely been given a chance. Or had the Capitol targeted her on purpose as punishment for Sigma's mostly nonviolent nature? Images of the Gamemaker's muttations tearing Akane and his son apart flashed through his mind. Sigma stilled his shaking hands as he pressed the button to call the elevator. With luck, he could walk into the District 2 Suites calmly and without bringing down the floor.

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"I see. So in your world, magic is an academic pursuit?" Sigma's interest never faltered. Rather, it appeared to increase: he thought he'd very much like to know how Neffa's world was run, for it was something the new future would need. "Sounds like there's a fair bit of business about it as well. That's fascinating..." He recognized that Neffa was wisely concealing his talents, and politely did not press, not yet.

The Doctor smiled knowingly. "I don't find it unspectacular at all. These people aren't aware, here, they don't understand such concepts. In my universe, even the smallest of powers went a long way."

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Neffa felt his polite interest turn suddenly, sharply genuine. It was gratifying enough that Sigma had used the word "business" - Precisely, Neffa wanted to shout, not miracles but business! - but more than that, his interest seemed personal, somehow, and Neffa grabbed hold of that thread of conversation with both hands.

"Your universe," he said, and only the way he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, betrayed how eagerness. Sigma spoke with the unmistakeable air of one who knew, who had had to deal himself, maybe, with how wrong the people here could be about something so vital - gods, he hoped he was reading that correctly, that his frustrated wish for understanding was not blinding him. "Do you mean to say that you're something of a magician yourself, sir?"

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Sigma was quiet a moment, reflecting, stuck in an emotion somewhere between pride and regret. "That is true. I awoke to time magic when I was a young man. But I was an exception rather than a rule, and the way in which my world dealt with us was quite abhorrent."

The Doctor wondered if he should reveal much to Neffa, but gave the man the benefit of the doubt in the end, deciding it couldn't hurt. There were few who could steal his powers. Sigma's expression grew stony, as it usually did when he launched into an explanation. "What you might call 'magic' in my world were merely simple skills, rarely physical. Telepathy with one's sibling, longevity, short conversations with people from the near past or future." Sigma gave an almost shrug intended to downplay their significance. Truly, nothing he had listed was particularly earth-shattering. "But unfortunately, it was kept secret. No government wished to make it public fact when they could build a secret army of Espers, and so training was always carried out illegally by men who would even kill children to force out small abilities."

A bit wearied by the admission, Dr. Klim rubbed his artificial eye, and then smiled enigmatically. "You could say I was in a position of influence over the future. And so I believe I could learn a lot from you, Neffa."