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"Don't you think this ship has had quite enough fire for the time being?" Tris snaps.

She doesn't bother waiting for an answer, just storms up to the deck and puts her hands on her hips the second Erskine comes into view.

Erskine has already put his communicator away by the time she responds; after all, he can guess the content.

She finds him on deck, sitting on the railing, smirking slightly and without any visible weapon.

"Don't test it until you're relatively certain it won't explode," she tells Erskine grouchily.

He laughs. "Don't worry, I actually do like having two arms. You'll notice I didn't let Bill cut off my legs with a saw, either."

"Was that a threat he made?" With Bill, you never know.

"It's Bill." The answer is obviously yes.

"In public too, flood, you know how they can be."

She grits her teeth at the confirmation, but then leans against the rail and looks out toward the stars rather than at Erskine. "I do know. I'll have to work out more precautions for myself, unrelated to Bill, before the next one."

"Precautions unrelated to Bill are probably always the best idea. Do you think the bubble that you have set up in case he possesses you could be altered to also prevent you from causing too much... damage if you lose control?"

"I want redundancies. I don't want only one limiting factor." She knows you're good at plans, Erskine. Surely you understand the need for backup plans.

"Of course," he has so many backup plans, in fact, his plans might solely be made up of backup plans, "But it's good to start somewhere. What specific precautions would you want?" He might be able to help.

"I'm still considering specifics. ...I killed someone this flood, and it was someone who's helped me a lot. He didn't deserve that." Not that she wanted to kill anyone, not even the person she was angry at when she lost control badly enough to kill Alan, but he especially didn't deserve what happened.

"It can't happen again. I want limitations placed on me that cover loss of control in floods or by influences on my mind like the one that Mick was under, not just possession by Bill."

It only takes a moment or so to make a pretty good guess as to who, considering both the mention of help and the fact that he'd head Alan's post, but if she doesn't want to use names he's not going to say anything. At the moment.

He tilts his head, considering. "I know some ways to resist influences on the mind, though probably not ones that would be possible here." Or that Tris would want to undergo. "But I'd ask Jean, she has a lot of experience with that. Maybe Iris too. It's slightly harder with floods because you don't know what state you'll be in, so stuff you have to chose to activate would only be of limited usefulness. Still, there are methods..."

Tris knows Erskine can figure out who, and will probably mention Alan without making it any sort of announcement should the subject continue or circle back around. She has a lot of faith in his observation and deductive reasoning, which is part of what worries her about him.

"I'm also contemplating very careful ways to word a request to the Admiral. I don't trust him, but managing limitations on powers is one of the few requests he does nearly always grant." Drastic measures, she knows. "If I decide to go that route, I'd appreciate another set of eyes on whatever I write before I ask."

Erskine likes to cheerfully deny any detective abilities. And it's true enough, in it's own way. But he is good at people, which generally far more dangerous.

"It's always good to have another pair of eyes to look over a contract and I'd be happy to offer mine." Drastic measures indeed. He tilts his head back a moment, to look up at the stars. "Some of your abilities are more dangerous than others, when you don't have control over them. I know of specific stuff that could deal with electricity, for example."

"Thank you." She's careful in what she says to the Admiral when making requests pertaining to powers in any case, but Tris would appreciate the additional assurance that she isn't neglecting any clause that could deprive her of power she needs in a crisis.

"What would you suggest do about the electricity?" A pause, then she admits softly but steadily, "That's how Alan died. I was angry with Mick, and he got too close trying to calm me down."

"Any time." He grins, "As long as I'm not asleep. Not that I'm saying it isn't important but I do feel like you'll probably be able to survive without the request for an hour or two while I make sure I get my full beauty sleep."

He shrugs, not surprised at the name or story and, since it's Tris, not trying to pretend his is. "We have these gauntlets, made to channel electricity, actually, but they could, have been in the past, modified to instead work as grounders for it. You'd have to wear some new bracelets, probably, but there's nothing wrong with a little jewelry.

"You know you'd be pretty however little you sleep," Tris tells him dryly, because Erskine's looks really are absurd. Not that she'd interrupt his sleep for a request, but beauty sleep is irrelevant.

And she appreciates him not feigning surprise. She knows how intelligent he is, so the lie would be a blatant one. "How would they work? Having to consciously activate or deactivate them is counterproductive. The alternative, though, seems to be that they'd keep me ever from using lightning if I needed it."

"That's what you say now. The next thing you know I'm wandering around, haggard, and, lets face it, I only have two or three redeeming qualities as it is. I feel that it's important not to sabotage one of them." Said with his best smile.

He waves a hand. "The point of them is more to provide... grounding than prohibiting. Not the sort of thing I'd recommend in general but here not accidentally killing someone by electrocuting them, though it'd make using lightning in general more difficult, can be weighed differently. And considering the potential modifications, it's one of those things I'd call a more... open ended possibility than one with a concrete outcome."

That gets a smile out of her, even if it's tired and somehow as aggravated as it is amused.

"Tell me about how they work in more detail, please. You know how fond I am of specifics." Tris never likes to use anything unless she really understands it. She'd be curious anyway, but the prospect of relying on them sharpens that considerably.

"I hope that anyone would want specifics on something like this. Or even close." Slightly teasing because he does know how much she likes specifics and why this would really make her want to know. "As I said, I can't give you exact specifics yet because predicting how it'll interact with magic from your world opens up a whole new realm of possibilities but generating electricity is a discipline on my world. For people who like being extra dramatic." Does he think that kind of specificity is limiting and stupid? Only if the person doesn't know how to use it. Lightning Dave was not a loss.

"Unsurprisingly, devices have been made to both amplify and limit their powers. What I'm thinking of is something like one of the limiters, made ground any electricity, taking care of... stray sparks. But I should be able to alter it to be somewhat weaker. Instead of binding the electricity it would just lower the voltage. If would require an effort to push through, giving you time to think, but wouldn't be impossible in case of a situation where it'd be necessary."

"I wouldn't want to rely on it entirely, but I'm open to it as an avenue to pursue. You'd work with me on it?" Not that they don't already have a magical project on their plates, but Tris would appreciate Erskine adding another.

"And I want to see all the calculations for how it works, not just what it does." That understanding is enough for a start, she just wants more of one for its use."

"You should never rely on anything entirely." Said as an agreement, not because he thinks she isn't fully aware. "Of course, you know I always like to have stuff to do." And he never minds adding another magical project.

"Of course. We couldn't work on it together if you didn't understand all of it. Besides, explaining how it works right now will be useful when it comes to starting on modifications."

Tris nods. She'll want to follow up on that very soon, but since they're out on deck and not in a workshop, there are other questions to ask. She undoes a braid and swirls wind around them to muffle voices and limit eavesdropping. Clark could still hear, and maybe the werewolves and Kol, but she doesn't mind any of them enough to detour to a cabin.

"I have another question for you."

He senses what she's doing and if it's something that she wants limited from eavesdropping... He spreads his fingers creating his own barrier of air to block their conversation from outside listeners.

"Ask away, I'm always happy to hear questions."

"I killed one person. But Alan wasn't the only person killed by lightning, by someone who looked like me." Her hands shift slightly, but don't quite clench into fists. "I was in the kitchens with Eliot when Helen died. It isn't that I don't remember or might have been controlled or possessed. I was physically somewhere else, with witnesses to corroborate my memories."

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