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station722016-09-18 08:00 pm
exhuxperation) wrote in station722016-09-18 08:00 pm
(backdated) day: 37
[ Hello everyone, here's a gentle knock or nudge on your mental doors. It's as polite and crisp as the person behind it– Hux is never one to overlook formalities, regardless of the fact that everyone is linked in the brain. So once he's relatively certain he has most people's attention, he'll get more to the point. ]
( If I have interrupted your activities, I do apologize. However, I have something I would like to pass across to the rest of you should it be of interest.
Considering the growth of the Nest that we've experienced, it may benefit us to begin coordinating efforts and communication on a larger scale.
I realize this may seem redundant when taking the mindlink into account, but for those who are newer or those who do not have as much of a handle on their newfound powers, it could be helpful. Moreover, the progress we've made collectively on this mission could be pushed with more cohesive organization. )
[ Does it sound like he's practiced this? He probably has. Anyone who might be familiar with him would recognize the speechifying. ]
( All in all, I believe this group is rather talented and driven, just lacking on the communication aspect. If you've input on any of these points, I would be glad to hear them. )
[ ooc: Hux is essentially seeing if people want to share power descriptions so it makes it easier for other characters to tap people for missions! This is completely optional. He'll also be making notes and probably being nosy I mean checking in on broods re: temperature checks. Feel free to volunteer if you want dad Hux to bother your character about their feelings about the nest : ) ]
( If I have interrupted your activities, I do apologize. However, I have something I would like to pass across to the rest of you should it be of interest.
Considering the growth of the Nest that we've experienced, it may benefit us to begin coordinating efforts and communication on a larger scale.
I realize this may seem redundant when taking the mindlink into account, but for those who are newer or those who do not have as much of a handle on their newfound powers, it could be helpful. Moreover, the progress we've made collectively on this mission could be pushed with more cohesive organization. )
[ Does it sound like he's practiced this? He probably has. Anyone who might be familiar with him would recognize the speechifying. ]
( All in all, I believe this group is rather talented and driven, just lacking on the communication aspect. If you've input on any of these points, I would be glad to hear them. )
[ ooc: Hux is essentially seeing if people want to share power descriptions so it makes it easier for other characters to tap people for missions! This is completely optional. He'll also be making notes and probably being nosy I mean checking in on broods re: temperature checks. Feel free to volunteer if you want dad Hux to bother your character about their feelings about the nest : ) ]
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(Just...me, really? Like, people are great and all, but I'm happy being what I am. Just your local alien who can change forms and likes kicking back and watching sunsets and stuff like that. Honestly, there's no end-all thing when it comes to what I want to be. The shapeshifting is just part of who I am, it hardly like, defines me. I don't know if that made sense.)
[He's still trying to figure out what kind of person he is, honestly.]
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[ The shadows, those who could shift to human shape, would infiltrate caravans and eat them when they least suspected it. The witches would put on faces like Ilde's, pretty and young and helpless. Only to reveal their ugliness and hate under the Godking's torture... These little images dance in the distance, ugly faces with sharp teeth and black eyes morphing out of what was once innocent. A wall of them in the back of her mind, because in the burned world they could be anywhere. Anyone. Any time. ]
( How do I trust such a thing. )
[ Her personal fear shivers in the connection between them, something that has been learned through atrocity, difficult to shake off, an instinct for her own safety. ]
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(Hey, hey, whoah now, I'm not trying to trick anyone. Whatever those things were, I'm not one of them. I mean, look at me, am I trying to look like one of you and backstab the rest of you? No, I'm not. I'm wearing a face that I've claimed as my own. It's me. I can change into others but I'm not doing it to hurt anyone.)
[A long pause.]
(Believe me, if I wanted to hurt and kill any of you, I would've already done so a long time ago.)
[How...reassuring.]
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Believe me, if I wanted to hurt and kill any of you, I would've already done so a long time ago.
Like snatching on something that is attached to him, she yanks on the thread of it, pierces it open and looks into its depths. If it is said with sincerity, she will let it go again... if not... She can just add Nate to her list of creatures to kill one day. No problemo.
Her scrutiny is painful, too hot, toxic. ]
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[He can feel it - he squirms under her mental gaze, feeling like an ant under a very large and very hot magnifying glass, but he doesn't shy away. This is what he is. He's open about what he is because he needs others to help him understand himself. He can't be alone. He doesn't want to be alone.]
[He attempts, under the weight of her glare, to send her images of the time they first met, in the middle of bombed ruins - a way to remind her of is true nature. Sitting next to her, despite feeling fear to his core, and chatting gaily through his shock. He could've run. He didn't.]
[It's not that he specifically needs her to like him, but he doesn't really want anyone to hate him just because of what he is. Hate him for his attitude, hate him for his opinions, but he doesn't need anyone to look at him like he's something too monstrous to communicate with. He can't abide by that.]
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( I see. Thank you. )
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[He lets out a sigh, his thoughts a little weary, relieved from the strain.]
(Ilde...seriously. If you have any questions, just ask, if it makes you feel better. I'm always here for that.)
[Pay attention to me, turn a bright gaze towards me, acknowledge me, don't cast me aside, don't think I'm something only made to be hated and killed by your hand, the thrum of his emotions seems to say.]
(Let me know how I can help you understand what I am, okay? I'm serious.)
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( Words are meaningless. )
[ A face flits to the surface of her thoughts. Pretty and blonde, around Ilde's age, blue eyes like hers. There are tears streaming down her face, all the look of a victim, heart wrenching. Everything inside of you wants to help her, save her from whatever is hurting her so. She begs for salvation. But she had been a liar. Ilde had known her for months with no suspicion of what she was. They might have even been friends, briefly. Briefly.
Until Dreus had become suspicious and tortured her true form out of her.
It all rises up in her like a fire, turning her breathless and dizzy with too much feeling. Too much sorrow, an exhaustion for horror that runs deep into her every fiber. She rings with it, like a piece of silver struck. ]
( It is alright, Nathaniel. ) [ Something chilling in that sentiment, a subtle threat that she will not allow things to be anything but alright. ] ( You I can see to the core of. )
[ Possibly whether he likes it or not. ]
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[He can see what she's seen, and can understand how and why she might feel the way she does, but even so, it smacks him of ignorance, of prejudice, of turning away from a person's open hand because there might be the possibility a knife will suddenly appear in it out of the blue.]
(Really? Is that really so? Or are you just seeing the monster you want to see, Ilde?)
[And then the annoyance dies down into something resembling weary defeat. He feels this isn't exactly a fight he can win.]
(...Anyways, go and think that. Sure. Why not. Still won't change the way I'll treat you, Ilde. I like you, you know. I think you're really interesting. And that hasn't changed.)
[A sigh.]
(Just remember this, and I'm being sincere, I really am: I'm not your enemy. And I never will be.)
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[ Harsh and reactive. She had not ripped apart his intentions for no reason. She knows what he is telling her is true, but what does that do to truly ease her? Can she simply divest the memories?
She could. She could drown them in the noise of the Hive and be done with them, but the question in the end: is she willing to? Is she willing to forget Camille's shrieking face.
Ilde does not cry. Instead, a vast emptiness opens inside of her where the emotion would go, but where her mind is incapable of enacting it. ]
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(Let's get some desert sometime, take a walk. It'll be nice to see more of the city.)
[He says it as if they just haven't had an emotional talk, where he bared his insecurities, where she torn through him - he acts casual, nice, as if everything is just the dust of the past.]
(My treat.)
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