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N I R A D ([personal profile] nirsighted) wrote in [community profile] station722016-05-27 10:32 pm

mental link | early day :006

[It's late in the evening - or technically very early in the morning when not so people are at least considering sleep -and somewhere, something goes quiet. Very, very quiet. A pressure that was there a moment ago is now gone, snipped away like a cut line. It's a sensation with some growing familiarity: the distinct odd moment of being unbalanced that comes from a host sliding into a coma. It's happened twice already in the last few days, and now a third. Maybe there's something in the air of Concordia that doesn't agree with you?

In an echo of Castor earlier brood's experience with Jessica, the sensation of something missing sticks with Adara brood for a few lingering moments. But the pang quickly evens out, fading to a dull uneasy tingle at the back of the mind.

--Or would, if it weren't for the bolt of anxiety that follows. It's loud, frenetic. Panic sweat on skin. A pliable stick bent too far and cracked across the knee. It punches through the mental link connecting every host, rattling high and sharp, and is tangible like copper taste on molar teeth.

It makes sleeping, uh... difficult.]


( Stop that. )



((ooc: /hacks another limb off Adara. Hi friends! Ares has dropped and will be going into a coma; on day 007, Nirad will be taking a trip back to the Station to transport all our comatose friends home and pick up some new faces. Until then everyone please hug Adara brood and just...don't stop...))
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[personal profile] serenae 2016-06-03 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[There's layers within his mind, one over the other, the other over the one. He wants her help- but he doesn't. Still, she doesn't need permission for what needed to be done, and even if she did she thinks that the urge to help should certainly trump the darker one, the one that lashed out like a feral thing. Senseless.]

I know you don't. And he is fine now.

[He would continue to be fine. This would not destroy him, even if he might have felt that way for a time. She'd left his mind something close to quiet, and it made Aoba's seem even louder by comparison.

One problem at a time. This one now. She takes the few short steps she needs to close the distance between her and him, until she stands beside the bed, her left hand extended slightly.]


Here- [Her hand drifts closer. Not a necessity, but a useful aid, in certain situations.]