ten_fwd | Practice makes Perfect

"Tails."
"Tails."
"Tails."
It didn't take an astute observer to realize she wasn't just beating the odds of probability, she was calling them correctly before they landed. Time, after time, after time. The coin she was flipping might look familiar to any Andromeda crew still on board. Dylan had given it to her, back when she was purple. And still had a tail. It was a fun game she played. Messing with the right influence at the right time. Only this time it was with a coin and not people. That way Dylan wouldn't get mad at her.

He didn't understand. How could he, he was organic, mortal, trapped within his own limited perceptions and understanding. Still, that was part of the reason she needed him. He wasn't just any ordinary mortal. She needed him. All the possibilities, all the best possibilities, circled around him. She just had to get him to understand her methods were necessary. He needed to trust her. "Tails."
"Tails."
Trance flipped the coin onto the back of her hand, the motion practiced and almost boring. "Tails."

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"Thank you." Trance didn't look up, continuing to flip the coin back and forth, back and forth, always landing tails side up.

"I don't think I've seen you before. I'm Trance Gemini." She offered, her skin glittering gold and yellow in the artificial light of the Enterprise

"A pleasure meeting you, Miss Gemini. My name is Merlin." He grinned, watching her coin, and her flipping.

"Why are you doing that?" it seemed a logical question to him.

"Why not?"

Trance inquired, giving him a small, almost hidden smile in her gaze, her eyes transfixed on him as she continued to flip the coin over and over.

"Indeed." Merlin chuckled as he watched her and he canted his head to the side. She was different, somehow very different. His senses snaked out trying to see just exactly what was different about her.

"Probability is a fickle thing, after all." And he flipped his hands, and produced another coin, and a die, both silvery gold, both of his time, and larger than a current coin.

Merlin's senses would find something very odd about her indeed. As if she was there, but wasn't there at the same time, with something tethering her, caught almost like a puppets string and an umbilical cord combined. And then there was the heat. Trance alternated between a comfy 98.6 and 6 thousand Kelvin. He might also be able to sense just how not real she was. The body she showed was a glamour, nothing more. Her real body was elsewhere, hidden inside a pocket universe.

"Sometimes. It helps when you ask nicely."

That information was filed away and his smile grew warmer indeed.

"This is true, milady, and never more so than when you ask of the lady doing the spinning." He peered at her coin, and then nodded.

"How do you ask, and who?"

Trance smiled, and politely, coyly, ignored his inquiry.

"It always helps if you're polite."

Of course there were instances when being polite wasn't enough, and the situation required a more direct approach. But situations were not near that dire yet. Not even in her universe. She wouldn't let them get that bad, that distant from her Perfect Possible Future.

Merlin nodded, chuckling, then bowed to her. "Are you particularly fond of tails for some reason?" Merlin was fond of tails, often wore shapes with tails, really, but he was curious at her answer.

"Oh I used to have one. It was purple." Trance sighed thoughtfully, remembering her tail. "I miss my tail." Although it wasn't like she couldn't grow it back. She just had chosen not too. After all, someone had recognized her species by that tail. And tried to torture and kill her, even though the entire process was futile and pathetic. Nothing less than a Nova bomb or her own supernova could kill her.

Merlin shifted and dropped into Tiger form, peering at her.

"I like tails. They're quite useful, for all sorts of things." Merlin peered at the shiny coin, padding closer.

"That's quite handy isnt it? Can you change form at will or is it an outward manifestation of your relationship with the universe?" Trance asked, considering her appearance was actually an outward manifestation of her relationship with the universe.

Merlin chuckled, a strange purring sound in his current form. "Is there truly a difference?" Merlin's eyes shone golden and intent as he watched her.

"Some changes are both."

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