[By the time he gets there he's thankfully calmed down from the initial excitement, and he knocks on the door twice before simply pushing it open, used to Itachi keeping it unlocked when he knows he's on his way. He smiles at him as he toes off his shoes, holding out a simple notebook to him first. The other notebook is held under his arm, brought so that he can show him even if the concept is rather easy to grasp.
Who's he kidding, he just wants to show it off because it works and he's been working on this one for months.]
It works exactly like it sounds. In all honesty, this is only as secure as any notebook, but I imagine it more for recreational use than sending secure information. Or at least only for that as a last resort.
[He flips open the journal tucked under his arm and scribbles a quick cartoonish crow onto the first page and then gestures for Itachi to open his own notebook up. The same scribbled drawing will of course be on the first page.]
[Wei Wuxian comes towards him as asked, unsure of how Itachi means to do so even with the Sharingan. He knows that Itachi can but has never asked for the specifics of how.]
๏ผ he cannot give the man the sharingan, nor the pattern recognition that comes with it. but he can teach him. implanting false memories is easy. he gives him several days' study, in a pleasant place that radiates safety and warmth.
he makes it easy for the man to distinguish. the colours are inverted in the memory, the edges too sharp to have been softened by a normal human mind. it is clearly, identifiably false. but the suggestion underwritten there is that it does not have to be so. it is a choice.
[It isn't like anything he's ever experienced. Tsukuyomi was easy to distinguish from reality even if once he was inside of it it had been impossibly real. But if the memories Itachi was implanting weren't so intentionally false, he wouldn't know the difference. It's a frightening amount of power.
Still, it's easy to lean in and respond to the silent question, accepting the memories as his own.
When he opens his eyes, Wei Wuxian is a little stunned. The cipher is there if he reaches for it and he remembers learning it. A pleasant memory that even now he knows is false.]
๏ผ wei ying is perhaps the only person he knows here who can look at the many awful and sundry things he can do, and think to be awed rather than terrified. foolish indeed. but — ๏ผ
Only another sharingan user could. One of its specialties is pattern recognition and decryption. We are dangerous codebreakers for that reason.
Then thank you for sharing it with me. Oh! I almost forgot. [He gestures at the notebook again.]
If you rip a page out, it will disappear from the other side. The link is built into the notebook itself, so when the pages are removed, the link is broken. I thought it was a flaw at first, but then decided it might be helpful if there was a need to destroy something quickly.
๏ผ he turns the book over in his hand. already he is considering how he might seal it into a scroll. an extra layer of security that goes beyond simple encryption — not that he truly expects such a measure will be necessary, it is more... he is, in many ways, a creature of habit. ๏ผ
How long would it take you to recreate another, if it were to be destroyed?
[He shrugs, shaking his head.] Maybe an hour. It's designing the array that takes time. Once I've got it worked out it's just a matter of copying it where and how I want it.
But obviously everything inside would be lost for good.
[Oh. Huh, that's right actually. He smiles at Itachi.]
We make a pretty good team, don't we? [With a soft huff, he reaches into his robes and draws out a simple corded bracelet with a single wooden bead and holds it out for Itachi to take.]
Here. You can activate and inactivate it by feeding it a little bit of chakra. There are characters carved into each side and once it's activated, the corresponding character will glow based on the direction of the bead's partner. Like a compass, but oriented to its other half. [He taps at an identical one that he wears on a cord around his neck.]
๏ผ the bracelet is accepted with a deft hand, but the comment about being a team makes his mouth twist down unhappily at one corner.
he does not know what it is he is waiting for. it feels as if there is a sword that hangs over his throat, or a knife at his back, anticipation of a blade biting beneath skin. the skew and twist back to what passes for normalcy between them, in the wake of the information he had imparted — it feels stolen.
his attention drops, focuses on the sandalwood bead.
truthfully, he does not want to try it. in the moment, it does not matter and he does not care. but after a long moment, he shifts it in his hand, and passes his thumb over it. a press of chakra to its surface activates it as promised, and watches as the soft red glow is birthed from that touch. ๏ผ
[Itachi's gaze dropping means he misses the waver in Wei Wuxian's smile but that's for the best. All things considered, he knows that Itachi allowing him to come over at all is a testament to their relationship.
But he resolves to finish as efficiently as possible. With a flick of red energy from his fingers, he activates the bead on his own neck and then steps several paces to the side. There is a light that immediately glows on both beads in the direction of the other. As Wei Wuxian steps to the other side, so does the light move along the bead.
Another time, he might babble about how he'd initially tried to base it off of the cardinal directions before realizing that he wasn't even sure how that would work if they were in space as they are now. Now though, he only moves back to where he was and flicks the bead off again.]
Pretty simple. [His hand drops from the necklace and he pauses.]
I won't take mine off. And if something happens to it, I'll let you know. [He steps forward and takes one of Itachi's hands between both of his, squeezing it lightly.]
Be safe, alright? I'm going to miss you. [His smile turns sheepish, and just a little shy. It was easier to couch such sincere statements behind overdramatic exuberant declarations, but that doesn't feel right now.]
๏ผ wordless, he slips the banded cord over his left wrist, so it will not rest against the burn scars now nearly two years old on his right. he tightens it deftly, and turns the bead inward so it rests against the median vein before letting wei ying claim his hand. ๏ผ
Of course.
๏ผ the words are agreeable enough, but there is a sense of... saying what is expected more than what is meant in how they come across. ๏ผ
[There is giving Itachi his space and then there is ignoring what's in front of him. If Itachi doesn't want to speak on it, he won't, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't ask. His hands keep their hold on Itachi's hand and he squeezes it once more.]
Are you upset that I'm here? [Notably, there is no guilt or hurt in the statement, because he does not feel those things. This is not Forsythe Heights where he had made a grave mistake, but he understands Itachi may need more time away from him all the same.]
๏ผ consternation is stitched into his expression, worrying at his brow and tugging his mouth down at the corners. time hangs suspended between them, and he takes more than his share of it in thought. not refutation, or refusal — simply considering what he wishes to convey, and how.
he has never needed to worry so keenly about not wishing to harm another with his words. ๏ผ
I do not understand how you can behave normally around me with what I have spoken of to you.
[As Itachi has taken steps to mind his words, so has Wei Wuxian learned to wait for them. There is no need to fill the silence or to rush Itachi along to hear his thoughts, and instead Wei Wuxian remains patient as he waits, rubbing his thumb along the back of Itachi's hand without realizing.
It's a fair question, he thinks, even if he doesn't know how to answer it immediately.]
It isn't that it doesn't matter to me. [He begins with, because it does matter, if not entirely in the way Itachi expects it to or perhaps thinks it should. But it does matter. It's the moment that shaped the rest of Itachi's life, and a crime that Wei Wuxian knows he carries on his back every day. It's horrible and horrifying in equal measures. He won't pretend like it's nothing. To do so would be so egregious an error that he wouldn't deserve the right to Itachi's friendship or affections.]
I think if I had learned this just as we met I...it might have been different. [Maybe. It's possible they might have ended up here eventually anyway, but it would have been a longer harder road.]
But even if it matters, it doesn't change my affection for you. Or my trust in you. It matters, but it isn't the sum of you.
๏ผ the touch to his hand is suddenly fraught, and itachi reclaims it. he's slow to do so, rather than the flicker of instinct that drives him to withdraw apace. one final tightening of his fingers against the other man's, and then he steps back. ๏ผ
I would ask that you leave. We will speak during the mission.
[His fingers twitch in the absence of Itachi's and for just a fragment of a moment, it seems he might say something else. After a pregnant pause, the moment passes and Wei Wuxian nods slowly, offering Itachi a flickering smile.]
Alright. Be safe. [And then he turns to slip his feet back into his shoes and is gone.]
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Who's he kidding, he just wants to show it off because it works and he's been working on this one for months.]
It works exactly like it sounds. In all honesty, this is only as secure as any notebook, but I imagine it more for recreational use than sending secure information. Or at least only for that as a last resort.
[He flips open the journal tucked under his arm and scribbles a quick cartoonish crow onto the first page and then gestures for Itachi to open his own notebook up. The same scribbled drawing will of course be on the first page.]
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then, with a lift of one hand towards his eyes as they slip to a red haze that wei ying rarely sees anymore. ๏ผ
Come here. I am going to impart one of my ciphers to you. I have never used it on the network.
๏ผ it's the first layer of cipher in which he keeps his own personal journal of the missions they have had so far. ๏ผ
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he makes it easy for the man to distinguish. the colours are inverted in the memory, the edges too sharp to have been softened by a normal human mind. it is clearly, identifiably false. but the suggestion underwritten there is that it does not have to be so. it is a choice.
and then he retreats. ๏ผ
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Still, it's easy to lean in and respond to the silent question, accepting the memories as his own.
When he opens his eyes, Wei Wuxian is a little stunned. The cipher is there if he reaches for it and he remembers learning it. A pleasant memory that even now he knows is false.]
Wow. [He says, beyond impressed.] That's incredible.
[He shakes his head and summons a smile.] And an incredible cipher. Did anyone ever break it?
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Only another sharingan user could. One of its specialties is pattern recognition and decryption. We are dangerous codebreakers for that reason.
๏ผ among. among other things. ๏ผ
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Then thank you for sharing it with me. Oh! I almost forgot. [He gestures at the notebook again.]
If you rip a page out, it will disappear from the other side. The link is built into the notebook itself, so when the pages are removed, the link is broken. I thought it was a flaw at first, but then decided it might be helpful if there was a need to destroy something quickly.
And the notebook will burn, just like any other.
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How long would it take you to recreate another, if it were to be destroyed?
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But obviously everything inside would be lost for good.
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No. I would be able to reproduce anything meaningful enough to warrant it.
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We make a pretty good team, don't we? [With a soft huff, he reaches into his robes and draws out a simple corded bracelet with a single wooden bead and holds it out for Itachi to take.]
Here. You can activate and inactivate it by feeding it a little bit of chakra. There are characters carved into each side and once it's activated, the corresponding character will glow based on the direction of the bead's partner. Like a compass, but oriented to its other half. [He taps at an identical one that he wears on a cord around his neck.]
Do you want to try it out?
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he does not know what it is he is waiting for. it feels as if there is a sword that hangs over his throat, or a knife at his back, anticipation of a blade biting beneath skin. the skew and twist back to what passes for normalcy between them, in the wake of the information he had imparted — it feels stolen.
his attention drops, focuses on the sandalwood bead.
truthfully, he does not want to try it. in the moment, it does not matter and he does not care. but after a long moment, he shifts it in his hand, and passes his thumb over it. a press of chakra to its surface activates it as promised, and watches as the soft red glow is birthed from that touch. ๏ผ
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But he resolves to finish as efficiently as possible. With a flick of red energy from his fingers, he activates the bead on his own neck and then steps several paces to the side. There is a light that immediately glows on both beads in the direction of the other. As Wei Wuxian steps to the other side, so does the light move along the bead.
Another time, he might babble about how he'd initially tried to base it off of the cardinal directions before realizing that he wasn't even sure how that would work if they were in space as they are now. Now though, he only moves back to where he was and flicks the bead off again.]
Pretty simple. [His hand drops from the necklace and he pauses.]
I won't take mine off. And if something happens to it, I'll let you know. [He steps forward and takes one of Itachi's hands between both of his, squeezing it lightly.]
Be safe, alright? I'm going to miss you. [His smile turns sheepish, and just a little shy. It was easier to couch such sincere statements behind overdramatic exuberant declarations, but that doesn't feel right now.]
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Of course.
๏ผ the words are agreeable enough, but there is a sense of... saying what is expected more than what is meant in how they come across. ๏ผ
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Are you upset that I'm here? [Notably, there is no guilt or hurt in the statement, because he does not feel those things. This is not Forsythe Heights where he had made a grave mistake, but he understands Itachi may need more time away from him all the same.]
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No. If I did not wish for you to be here, I would have said as much when you asked.
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Will you tell me why you seem so distant?
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he has never needed to worry so keenly about not wishing to harm another with his words. ๏ผ
I do not understand how you can behave normally around me with what I have spoken of to you.
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It's a fair question, he thinks, even if he doesn't know how to answer it immediately.]
It isn't that it doesn't matter to me. [He begins with, because it does matter, if not entirely in the way Itachi expects it to or perhaps thinks it should. But it does matter. It's the moment that shaped the rest of Itachi's life, and a crime that Wei Wuxian knows he carries on his back every day. It's horrible and horrifying in equal measures. He won't pretend like it's nothing. To do so would be so egregious an error that he wouldn't deserve the right to Itachi's friendship or affections.]
I think if I had learned this just as we met I...it might have been different. [Maybe. It's possible they might have ended up here eventually anyway, but it would have been a longer harder road.]
But even if it matters, it doesn't change my affection for you. Or my trust in you. It matters, but it isn't the sum of you.
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I would ask that you leave. We will speak during the mission.
๏ผ but right now? he needs to be alone. ๏ผ
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Alright. Be safe. [And then he turns to slip his feet back into his shoes and is gone.]