station72 | [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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[He just wants to fight. That yellow-eyed face is still out there. He hasn't taken it out yet. It could still threaten them all. He has to do something about it, doesn't he? It came for him, he has to deal with it, he has to fight it. In his mind, there's just fight.]

[Outwardly, he's breathing like he's been running a marathon. No recognition in his face, or anything even remotely rational. Arms and legs shaking while he grapples with Bellamy -- can't Bellamy see he's doing what he has to? Why is he being restrained? Rolling into furniture and walls. Uncaring of any sort of minor injury. Uncaring of the lingering feeling of pain in his head.]

[No, he needs to get free.]

[And he will do whatever he has to. Including trying to headbutt his broodmate.]

[You're going to hurt yourself! - no that doesn't matter. Why would that matter? His well-being hasn't ever mattered since ... since a long time. That's all he knows, all he cares about right now. Getting free and ending this is infinitely more important.]

[He honestly looks prepared to bite the restraining hands before cold and sharp and another mind appears, and his head whips around, face already twisted in a defiant sneer that isn't anything like himself.]

[But this animal in his brain is, if nothing else, operating on instinct. And his instincts scream to listen to that tone. If only for a moment. In that moment he goes still, suddenly, abruptly -- still tense and angry and raging and... and so tired.]

[Maybe it was the combination of time and distraction, or of energy expended against the man holding him. Who knows? The wall of anger and defiance and noise suddenly goes quiet at the same time Shiro's face abruptly goes slack. Along with the rest of him.]

[... sorry about the sudden dead weight there, Bellamy bro.]

[ The coil around his throat isn't real, but if he allows himself to go along with it, he can practically feel it. Cold and tight, and it makes him cough and exhale with a shudder. Though where more minds open to him, one closes. He can feel Bellamy struggling, but he stops to glance in the direction of his bright gaze. The Darkling is preoccupying himself with brood, gripping him still but growing distracted, and Nirad, whom he always welcomes inside, lazes beside him. But the one he was primarily interested in, he feels fade to an unwilling sleep. Shiro's rage is snuffed out as quickly as it was ignited.

How disappointing. He was hoping to feel Bellamy ripped to shreds, and looking forward to the same for himself. So anticlimactic - Shiro would need to develop better stamina. ]

Tch.

[ He hisses quietly where he lies, exhales again, and rolls over to press himself against Nirad. The grip the Darkling has over him is sharply severed as he shuts his mind down similarly, pulling away as he gives himself up to sleep. The yellow eyes close, and only then does the pain and the nightmare

cease. ]

[DAY :043]

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