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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[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. ]