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N I R A D ([personal profile] nirsighted) wrote in [community profile] station722016-10-11 07:38 pm

[DAY :043]

[Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Late in the evening, the pervasive thrum of Nirad's mental presence returns to Bearings. It winds higher - unwrapping, lengthening, widening: small flashes of silver, memories like the scales of so many fish glimpsed through the lapping water of some distance, unfamiliar water. A wet street reflects the glow of neon signs above it; a doorway, rain drizzling off the landing above it; a stream of traffic glittering through the half light--]

( Hi. We're back from following that Ahtaliah Ven guy. Aoba's head is hurting him so he's going to take a break I think but I guess I can tell you what we saw? )

[He doesn't sound hesitant so much as he does distracted.]

( Honestly I didn't see anything very interesting, but maybe it was a bad day for him? Maybe you can't be a bad guy every day of the week, right? Anyway, he worked pretty late then me and Aoba followed his car to a place where he got dinner. It's a nice car. He met with someone there. A lady. A friend, I think, but I don't really know. Maybe we should have followed her instead though because after they had dinner, Ven went home. So we have his address and how to get access to his building and I know which apartment he lives in and if we wanted to get in it seems like it might be pretty easy because he spends so much time at work, you know? I'm sure he's got some super high tech security at home but it's not like he owns the building so it's probably just inside his penthouse or whatever. Uh. Yeah. )

[BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ.]
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[personal profile] vocalis 2016-10-24 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ No. Sam is a hypocrite. Claims he won't stop taking his pain away, but that he also doesn't want to be pushed down. That he doesn't right now, but he'll try to understand. He could never sympathize, and Aoba firmly roots himself in that belief. No one could know what it's like, being locked in the confines of your own mind for as long as he has.

Aoba - no - Sly Blue says nothing. He watches Sam quietly over faint connection.

A pair of bright yellow eyes against a familiar face, disappearing behind a slow-closing door. ]