mental link; it's a catbus!

[wille]

[ It's an ungodly hour of the night as these things go, with both Misato and Gildor's minds flickering to announce their presence to all. Forceful and unapologetic, for her part, while urgent and unsettling, for his part. They insist on your attention. ]

( Everyone. We found something out there beyond the barrier. It was too dark for us to see much-- )

(Or anything, for some of us, but-- )

( But it's massive-- )

(Big as the shuttles that brought us-- )

( And predatory. At least, it seemed pretty clear that it wanted to take a chunk out of us. Some of you found tracks the other day, right? Let's talk. )
 

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[miscreant]

( A steel blade is a steel blade no matter what world you stand upon, is it not? Do not overthink it, darling. We are meant to be mysterious in our own right, after all. So long as nobody is dragging out strange guns, energy blades or visible magic... )

[It's kind of a trick question. There was only one Frostreaper and one Icebringer after all -- but only she would know that.

The overabundance of caution would kill them just as quickly as a giant...whatever it was.]

( I imagine the barrier was placed specifically to keep that creature and others like it out. If the locals are aware, then there is a decent chance we've nothing to fear. )

[perroquet]

( Nothing to fear, except for the Enemy still out there and unknown to us- )

[ Excuse him a moment as he steps up on the proverbial soap box. ]

( What a perfect starving thing for them to send us, if they could just get the barrier down. It could be a massacre, and if so much as one host does use a... a strange gun, that could reveal us at the same time- )

[ Could, could, could. He stops himself after a mental sigh, realizing his own paranoia stemming from exhaustion. There are so many things that could be. ]

( Forgive me Miss Seviilia. I am tired from spell-casting and still rather spooked from that... creature. I'm not used to facing such things with so few others. )

[miscreant]

[Oh Gildor, that was almost endearing. There are some perks to undeath, like the inability to feel fear.]

( Rest then. There is nothing more to be done this evening, other than to be aware. )

[is that kind enough? She thinks so. It was not unlike the fruitless group effort to get only lead them to the feeling of dread. At least this time, they know what is coming for certain.]

[perroquet]

[ Is that kind enough?

The organ music in him swells, not in frustration like with Shepard and Misato, but in tender gratitude. ]

( Oh Miss Seviilia, if only every host knew how to be as kind as you! )

[ If they aren't going to ask questions like Rust or contribute their discovery in a positive light, what is even the point?

Also he is very, very tired. ]

[miscreant]

[Gildor, you never cease to confuse the ever loving shit out of her. There is a moment where she is clearly baffled by his reply, but unlike the last time he mistook her intentions, she does not bother to correct him. She is beginning to think it would be a waste of energy to bludgeon him with the truth.]

( Being rested and on guard is all we can hope for. I do not trust that an attempt to ambush it on our own will end happily. )

[perroquet]

( Oh goodness no, I hope no one tries to do that! I'd rather leave it well enough alone out there. )

[ While he's glad to be aware of of the monster's presence, the last thing he wants is to lead a hunting party one at a time through a series of magical doors. He won't go conjuring another single one. ]

( Thank you, Miss Seviilia. I'll pray the barrier remains as strong as it has been and try to sleep on this. )

[ Key word there being try. Fear is a fickle thing once something is known and cannot be unknown. ]