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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[aluminumandash]

[ Silence. The collision of hot and cold, the resultant hiss of steam. ]

( A magical door. ) [ There's no sense to the words, as he thinks them. They fall like blows. ]

[wille]

[ It's unpleasant, of course, but she weathers it stiffly because it must be well-deserved. ]

( Hmm . . . Calling something magical or miraculous is really just a way of saying I have no idea how it works. That's all. )

[perroquet]

( Yes, precisely! ) [ He responds cheerfully, glad to hear at least Rust gets it. As in, there is nothing to get about it. ]

( Well, as to how it works, bard magic is a bit... chaotic in nature. Toes the line between light and dark, good and evil, sensical and nonsensical. It's also an innate thing that not every musician develops no matter how skilled- )

[ He has to stop himself before getting too off-track. Now isn't the time for long-winded yet vague lectures on the musical magics. ]

( Anyway, that is how we moved past the barrier. )

[aluminumandash]

[ Gildor starts to talk. And talk. Starts using words like good and evil.

Rust has experienced the severing of a connection by a veteran host: violent, clean. Final. This is nothing like that. A swell of anger that doesn't quite recede, the writhing of a worm on a hook—then a wrenching, a blurring of focus. Silence turning, at some point, to absence.

That's all. ]

[perroquet]

( I... )

[perroquet]

( Did I say something wrong? )

[wille]

[ What the hell, Rustin Cohle?? ]

( Forget him, Gildor. Some people are just bad at this sort of thing. )

[ This "sort of thing" meaning being part of society, specifically, playing human. ]