shri | STATION 72 ; mental link

STATION 72 ; mental link

KALI She Who is the Great Destroyer ; She Who wears a Garland of Skulls	LAKSHMI She Who Believes in Truth ; She Who is the Mother
DRAUPADI She who was Born of Fire Sacrafice;	DURGA She Who is perpetually endeavouring to protect the weak and the poor and remove their misery.

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[ hey there Rani hope you're not doing anything too important. Sam's mind brushes against hers with the sweep of feathered wings - closer to a mental "knock" than anything else, unwilling to try to widen their connection without permission. ]

[Somewhere in her mental periphery, there's a familiar sensation of lightning, warmth, fire.

Sparks.

Just along the edges of the link is the white coeurl with a single horn, slowly prowling about, then settling onto its stomach. Its tail and long whiskers crackle sway lightly, absently as Nyx waits to see if she's willing to let him in.

If she dares to study the beast for too long, she'll notice its bright blue eyes revealing the ferocity and intensity that its body doesn't display.]

[Sam may have blocked it from the Nest, but someone's in his head more than others. Paying closer attention to him. To the disturbance and the unrest. The ire her way.]

[It puts his back up, even if he doesn't want it to. And that, in turn, threatens to rouse something Else. The angry thing in the back of his head. The protective monster the Nest put there.]

[He doesn't want it do. But that stalking, prowling force is in the back of his thoughts as he reaches out. Defensive, wary.]

(What's going on?)

[ Misato finds that a long extended anticipation is more exhausting than endless exertion. It's like holding one's breath for something that may or may never come, like crouching at the starting line waiting for the gunshot that doesn't happen. And, it's always a chosen trick of hers to externalize what she fails to deal with inside her own mind. ]

( Ready for the big thing tomorrow? )

[ She's slinking around on her own for a reason. She doesn't want Noctis or Gildor or who the fuck else who actually knows that she's always a hair's breadth away from going back to her old habits to stop her. But that's the problem, even avoiding the drink and the drugs: she'd still done it. She'd gone and gotten her fucking fix off smashing herself into Noctis and Sam, one of whom had consented to it... the other hadn't.

Both weigh in the pit of her stomach.

And she'd like to just... not. Would like to numb her brain so she doesn't feel so guilty, and may have also convinced herself that maybe she wouldn't be so telepathically dangerous if she was too drunk to send herself sprawling into everyone else's heads.

She's outright stolen a bottle of that nasty grassy shit everyone has been drinking and is going off to lurk in the dark edges of the encampment when Lakshmi spots her. Annie freezes up guiltily for a moment before realizing... Fucking Rani has no fucking clue. So she just smiles wryly under her hood instead, ]

Wanna drink?

Edited 2017-10-01 00:38 (UTC)

[ The true measure of intimacy is to do away with explaining context. It is to converse and operate in such choreographed manner that leaves most things unspoken yet assumed. It is to be direct, even more than direct. And so: ]

( What should we do when someone dies? )

[ Implied therein: I respect you enough to believe you know best. That is, What do you do on this dark and dreary day? That is, Are you okay? ]

(Thank you. For what you did back there.)

[It's quiet, restrained. Starlight muted through city lights. Barely visible from concealing thunderclouds. Flickering through with green, sick lightning.]

[Someone told him what she'd done. Back in the chaos. Her and Bellamy both. He owes them more than just the words, but in the moment, words are all he has.]

( Is there room for one more in your tent? )

[ Bellamy doesn't care to elaborate on why exactly he's seeking a new place to lay his head, but he does feel the need to ask before he shows up begging a place. ]

[ Manners maketh man, so of course he doesn't just barge right into her mental connection. No, he knocks, at least as much as one can with their mind. It comes through to her as a soft but cool breeze, the first sign of winter after a warm autumn. ]

[ She comes to check on Gildor... In a way, she's always a little relieved when the hosts she cares about fall asleep. They can't get hurt when they're under. It's only a tinge, however, there's still the worry -- the want. Will he come back? Does she need him to? She sure wishes she didn't, but she's also glad he can't suffer from her drinking now. Which she is doing even as she comes into the room, pausing there and watching Lakshmi. ]

How are you doing?

[ No point asking about him. ]

[ It's a long time coming by her measure, she who strikes before lining up intent with action. Revenge a dish better served scalding. But this has nothing to do with that, vengeance that is, and her mind is unusually calm despite her accusing words. One can't blame the knife for a self-inflicted wound, or so it goes. This is a firm grip on the wrist, a quick interruption in an otherwise mundane day. ]

( What did he say to you that deserves getting stabbed over? )

[ After a few particularly loaded days on the airship, Annie's mere presence is finally no longer outright inebriating. She's now nursing a kind of prolonged, dehydrated hangover...

It was an easy and classic cycle that she can see all too well. Fall off the wagon, feel guilty, drink to feel less guilty-- But she knows all too well she can't really drink her feelings away, that she can't really hole up and isolate herself from the other hosts in this environment. The desire is strong, and her reeling sense of vindication keeps trying to convince her that 'if you do this, you can have that'. She knows all of its tricks, but once you start down the slope, your judgment lapses, and there's your justification. Rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat, rinse, repeat-- ]

( Rani. )

[ Distract me. ]

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( Hey, you free? Got a quick question for you, Rani. Personal question, nothing too scary. )

Edited 2018-01-15 02:56 (UTC)

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day 12ish

several hours after shit goes down

pretty soon after the whole Sam Thing

DAY :017

no subject

DAY :20