mental link; goodnight sweet fuckboy

[sistershoggoth]

[ Nyx Ulric slipping from her grasp is like a sun blinking out, her skyline gone suddenly dark, her world gone suddenly cold. It knifes through her, and after a moment of shocked, numb, silence: she starts the vibrate. An earthquake of anger and pain, electricity crackling off of her as her thoughts explode outward.

To call the noise echoing out of her any kind of language would be a gross exaggeration, it is merely a series of ocean's deep lamentations, reverberating throughout the immensity of her. Up from the magma at her core, through the cavernous, lightless space that is her consciousness beyond the shell of She. ]

( Fucking--W͙͇͕̠͈̅ͭi̺̟̩̼͙̮̞̎ͮ̉ͪ̆ͨ͟ț̰̙͌͡h̢̯̹̃ͮ̈́o̩̼̟͚͍̾̔̃͆u͆̊ͤ̾̏t͕͎̞̳̙̙͔̓ͫ̒ ͔͋̐̿̓̊ͩ͛l̮̝̘̼ͩ́i͕̰̠ͦ̐͢g̘̬̺̜̓h̲͖͇̜͇͓͓̊̒͛t͈͉͈̹̫͖ͤ̔͒̍͊ ̠̤̫̄̈́ͯͣͦw͙̺̯̰̔͆̊͗̐̊̍i̻̽̋t͐̓̀̉̿ͮ͐ḧ̰̲̲̼́̒ͥͪ̋ͯ̈͜o̩ͮut̐ͦ̂ͭ̈͘ ̰̝̪̹̩͔̱̃͛͌͋̈́̀h̴̝ͯ̎ͥͯḛ̪̤̫͚ͅͅa̱̦̩͔̺̪ͪ͊̓͗̊ͅtͬ͛̓͌̇̓͜ Son of a cunt-fucking maggot-- S̲̜͈̜̲u̱f̨̥̥̳͍͖̝͈f̵͇̪̼̝͎e̡͕̫̯r҉͕̪͎̹͎ Don't you dare leave me with this, L͖͍̝̠̝͎̾͛ͤo͉̘̖͚͉̳͋̎̍̂ͅś̝ṥ̤̗̊ͤ͗̑͘ you worthless-- Fuck. C̢̩̝̳̫͖̗̆o̖̰͍̱ͨ̃͡m̴͍̫̤̰͓͓̠̋͂͊ͮ̑̆̚ë͖̟̩͙̻̦̬́̆̽ ̬̯̓̅ͮ̽͑b͖̣̒͌͂ͣ͘ả̶͖̮̂̔̂̓̍̒ͅc̝͍̼̩̻̒k̮̤̪̺̋̓̓̈́-- Don't come back, don't come-- A̴̪̯̭̯͓ͦ̾͋̍̔̾̚b̜͘s͗͋ͤͫ͊̀ơ̙̙͔͚̼̹ͦͨ̓̉r̸ͥ̐͛̿̌ͨb̻̥͇̝̊̀̈ͪͭ ̨̲̥́ͭͣͫt̙ͦͩ̏h͎ͬ̚ẽ̱͉͕̥̮̂ͅ ̇̉͗͗bͥ̅͋ͧ̎̂͟o͙ͤͥ̈ͤͣn̰̮͙͓̥͈̞ͩ̍̓͂͋̓e̶̻̋̀͛s̻͔̭̜̽ͨͅ. Fuck.
Fuck fuck-- )

[ Dripping colors and fury, a base shaken. ]

( Nyx. Ņ̘̩͖̙̪͓̔ͮ͋ͤͣͮy̶͎͑̾́ͪ̾x̦̹̳̱ͮ́̋̿̆̃̀͘. Nyx. )

[ ...It takes its time, but eventually her wounded presence slithers off, a poisonous trail of brack and blood in its wake. ]



[ Somewhere in the physical world, she shows little of her internal distress. Still as stone in her robes staring out into the distance, jaw grit, fists clenched. ]

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[sistershoggoth]

[ The one alerts the other and the little one is fast. He tries to draw a knife to defend himself, but she's already ducked low and taken him out at the legs. Obvious that they don't want him getting back to the camp to tell his tale to anyone else-- Are they going to kill him for it?

He doesn't want to find out and begins to struggle back in kind, trying to slash the little alien in its soft fleshy face. ]

[perroquet]

[ She charges and closes the distance as if she'd activated a haste spell. Though their forms are flailing and grappling they are clearer to Gildor on the ground, and he can hear the sharp edge of a knife as it whizzes through air.

His frantic mind finally settles on a spell. Not a favorite, but simple enough to cast with a single note struck from the violin. Like a nail scratching metal, c-sharp, his arcane focus on the Rabadocean and an iron screw embedded in the frog of his bow.

The intruder freezes in place, and Gildor holds the invisible thread tying him down with concentration. ]

[sistershoggoth]

[ She's midway to blocking a strike to her face with her forearm when the Rabo freezes entirely. She exhales, going slack on top of the alien, her head falling back, eyes closed. ]

Jesus fucking christ.

[ How shocked is she right now? Not very. Of course the second she had a chance to let loose it would blow up in her face. Predictable. Adrenaline and nerves vibrates through her, and she can't even think. ]

Now what...

[ She rubes her eyes, very tired despite the the thrum under her skin. ]

[perroquet]

[ In the calm, he wants to apologize to them both. To Annie for trying to give her a moment of freedom and failing, and to this stranger for taking some of their freedom away. There isn't time for either. The spell will only last so long, and it depends on maintained concentration. The feeling of the iron screw embedded in the violin bow is at the forefront of his mind, and somehow that concentration is keeping the Rabadocean pinned to the earth. ]

I could erase the last few minutes of memory with magic. However...

[ He shifts both pieces of the violin in one hand and reaches into his robes with the other. He hasn't removed the vial of memory serum he was given until this moment, and he holds it out for Annie as he steps closer. ]

I understand the protocol is for us to administer this.

[sistershoggoth]

It's fine.

[ She says that too often, just a dismissive set of words to push past anything she doesn't feel like dealing with. ]

I'll do it.

[ He doesn't need to waste any more of his magic, his energy, his power on her dumb ass. She takes the vial he offers her, taking it apart and rearranging it into the syringe with surprisingly nimble fingers. Even lining it up in the creatures neck, feeling out the lump of a vein and administering it is done with familiar confidence.

She knows how to wipe a fucking memory. Not every girl at Cartazonos had a pathos for it, but they all knew how to do it if they had to. You either had some kind of wipe serum on you, or you killed them. They were a secret not to be shared.

The familiarity of it all makes her nauseous. She wants to cry. She finishes what she's doing, tucking the empty vial into her pocket as she stands, staring down at the prone body. ]

Guess we better go.

[ Tone flat. ]

[perroquet]

[ Annie administers the serum with surprising deftness, and he listens as she twists the syringe into place with a few clicks. A few seconds pass, and as he feels the stranger's body ease under his spell, he ceases concentration and ends it.

She stands, and he lets out a sigh he didn't realize he was holding in. ]

Annie, I-... yes. I suppose we better.

[ A few taps to the ground send vibrations that tell him their unfortunate passerby is still breathing, put to sleep by the injection. It also shows him where Annie's scarves are, and he moves to where they were tossed, bending to pick them up for her. He shakes off the dust and wordlessly offers them. ]

[sistershoggoth]

[ She takes back her hood without a word, pulling it on without a complaint, and offers her arm out to Gil again just as silently, ready to lead him back to camp. She says nothing, feels nothing, for the walk back to the others. It's only when she's taken him back to a more familiar and populated place and is slipping her arm from his that she offers, ]

( Thanks for trying. )

[perroquet]

[ He takes her arm and waves his violin away, willing it back to the pocket dimension where it's safe from any more prying alien eyes. The walk back to camp is worse than before, when her mood was still lonesome and brooding. Now there is nothing. It isn't either of their faults things turned out the way they did, yet a pervasive sense of guilt hangs heavy where his good intentions once where. Guilt for her and the stranger.

She thanks him, and he doesn't say he's sorry or she's welcome. Imagines she'd punch his shoulder again, or worse, say nothing and retire for the night. So instead he leans down to kiss her head. Damn the scarves and veils, he does it anyway. ]

( Goodnight, Annie. Please take care. )

[ And he slowly heads back into the camp, feeling his way towards their designated tents. ]