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station722017-08-18 01:01 pm
sizeofyourbaggage) wrote in station722017-08-18 01:01 pm
mental link; after the riding events
[ Sam's mental presence is accompanied by the sweep of feathers and the rush of wind as he focuses in on his connection to the Nest, occassionally dotted with a faint hint of static or the glint of stars. ]
( There's more than a few of us going at this mission in our own way, so I figure it can't hurt to check in. I don't got a lot this early in the game, but if anyone wants what I've found out about our hosts or the other envoys or what I've been doing to get it, I'll pass it on. This ain't a trade kind of thing - I'll tell you whether or not you wanna let me know what you've been up to. But if you don't mind sharing, hell, I'll take it. )
[ They're a paranoid bunch here, Sam knows that. He'd rather get what little he's been able to find out to people who might be able to do something with it than insist on getting something back. ]
( If you'd rather do it in person, just tell me when or where. I'm pretty sure I heard something about Adra making us all dinner later, so that might not be a bad time either. )
[ On an OOC note, if you only want info sharing and would rather handwave the interaction or just want to know what Sam would share, hit me up on the first comment to this post! ]
( There's more than a few of us going at this mission in our own way, so I figure it can't hurt to check in. I don't got a lot this early in the game, but if anyone wants what I've found out about our hosts or the other envoys or what I've been doing to get it, I'll pass it on. This ain't a trade kind of thing - I'll tell you whether or not you wanna let me know what you've been up to. But if you don't mind sharing, hell, I'll take it. )
[ They're a paranoid bunch here, Sam knows that. He'd rather get what little he's been able to find out to people who might be able to do something with it than insist on getting something back. ]
( If you'd rather do it in person, just tell me when or where. I'm pretty sure I heard something about Adra making us all dinner later, so that might not be a bad time either. )
[ On an OOC note, if you only want info sharing and would rather handwave the interaction or just want to know what Sam would share, hit me up on the first comment to this post! ]
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(One of two, yes. Myself and a boy who can't be more than fifteen.)
[ There's a slight bitterness there, revealing a wordless opinion on children being a part of this operation. A bad taste that spreads over his tongue even as he holds it. ]
(He's stubborn about adjusting, but he'll adjust. I'll adjust. I've already been up to the manor on the cliff to listen for any signs on this mysterious enemy we are supposed to find.)
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( Yeah, there's more than a few teenagers around. ) [ Far more than there should be, but that's not the point. ] ( It's a hell of a lot to adjust to. I'd say but you're not alone - but sometimes that's part of the problem here, huh? )
[ It's helped Sam a little, though, not being alone. ] ( Yeah? You find anything? )
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[ His consciousness curls around in it's own minor frustration with it all - but eventually takes comfort from within. A stringed instrument plays in the dark, something Rabadocean, and a memory plays along with it. There if Sam would like to look, though there is nothing to look at.
A faint sense of dread hangs over the memory. Leftovers from the dread night before and fear that they're all done if he's caught, but it's tempered by a steady faith in experience. There's the smell of tea, and the occasional clinking of glass as cups are passed around, and the sound of idle parlor chatter. He separates it from other eavesdropped conversations, amplifying a pair of particular hushed voices that speak in notably Descendant accents- ]
("You heard it too?"
"Yes, took me out of a dream. But I was so tired from all the walking I had no problem going right back to sleep."
"I did too, but Cavanian had a look. Said she thought she might have seen two figures passing in the dark, but she wasn't sure who it was."
"Strange.")
[ And then the noise and smells fade back into the vast black shape of his mind, leaving silence punctuated by his true voice- ]
(That was all.) [ A pointed beat. ] (I suppose that's what I get for being alone.)
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And almost immediately notices the absence of one sense in particular. He flicks briefly through explanations - eyes closed to feign sleep, the room being too dark to see clearly - but none of them quite fit, and he settles tentatively on something else. The memory feels something like how the vets he used to work with who were blind would tell stories, the same way Clint's memories sometimes feel like the stories of those who were deaf.
In any case, it's not much, but it fits what little Sam and the others had found. He almost always asks, before he shares, but he sure as hell is gonna ask now rather than dump a visual memory on someone who may not be used to it. ]
( Yeah, maybe. You want some company next time you go eavesdropping, man, just let me know. ) [ Not that two of them might fare much better, but hey, can't hurt. ] ( Some of us went investigating that morning, you want what we found? I don't mind sharing, if you're okay with a little bit of a sensory overload, but I can summarize it, too. )
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[ Hardly any of the other hosts he's spoken to so far do, and he'd been taking that example as tentative license to be equally as intrusive, or worse. It's refreshing, being asked. ]
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[ You know, harder than waking up with a symbiote in your brain and an intense connection to a handful of people that you can't really control on top of a mental link to a couple of dozen other people. ]
( There were tracks out in the woods that came from a pair of Rabadoceans - either two of them going away from camp and only one of them coming back, or one of them going out there and coming back with a friend. The tracks stopped at a circle burned into the ground. )
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[ That sets an alarm off in his head. Nothing to panic over, at least not immediately. The music that played before in his memory of the cliffside parlor continues and shifts, the tempo increasing sharply with the pace of his thoughts. ]
(Knowing that, combined with the blanket sense of dread... it reeks of dark magic. Like a fear spell cast to weed us out from the rest of the envoys.)
[ It takes a caster of dark magic to know the signs, and bards toe the neutral line between corrosive and healing magics. Though he still wonders if they are even on the right side of all this, burned shapes in the ground and widespread anxiety do not paint the enemy in a particularly good light.
If it even was the enemy shuffling around that night. ]
(I'm jumping to conclusions. Without knowledge of our enemy's ability, I'm not sure what else to make besides comparisons to my own experience.) [ Which he realizes is silly when they're on an alien planet, and in many ways alien to each other. ] (Where your conclusions very similar or no?)
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( That's the problem a lot of us are having, I think. We don't know much of anything about the Enemy, except they want us dead and they don't really care who or what they have to go through to get it done. )
[ Or at least, that's Sam's perception of things - he hasn't heard anyone get picked up here without it being from some kind of life or death situation. ]
( Could be trying to lure us out, could be some kind of interplanetary travel - hell, could be them trying to tap into our mental connections to eavesdrop on everything we're doing. )
[ Isn't that an encouraging thought. ]
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[ While he agrees, he'd rather let the guesswork end there before it becomes any more grim. There isn't much use in could-be's until one is proven right. ]
(I am bit confused by the amount of speculating we've had to do so far. Haven't at least some of you faced this same Enemy before on other expeditions?)
[ And from those past encounters, shouldn't they have a clearer idea of what they are up against and how to proceed? ]
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( Maybe some of the older Hosts like Rhan, but the rest of us? This is only my second full mission, if you don't count the one I got dropped in the middle of, and there's not around left that've been here longer than me. If the others know, they're either not planning on sharing or they're waiting for us to ask the right questions. )
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(Well... that certainly defeats the purpose of our greatest asset in this silent war, doesn't it?)
[ If they aren't all going to use their new mental communication devices for communication, why be connected in a have mind at all? ]
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( What, you mean the fact that we got a real damn unique and handy way of communication and half of us aren't even all that keen on the old fashioned way? Yeah, kind of does. )
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[ The strumming in the back of his mind continues and then slows, one string being plucked at a time until six chords ring at once. If he's thinking of anything else, it's kept hidden behind the sound. Though there's a tiny hint of frustration in the way he silences the chords - like a hand placed over them just a bit too hard. ]
(Well, I appreciate the information shared today. Thank you for that. If I hear anything new and useful, I'll let you know?)
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( Any time, man. I find anything else out, and I'll send it your way, too. Might not be able to herd the rest of these cats into cooperating but hell, at least I can do it myself. )