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| The burning flame brightens a little, illuminating the two human figures with a soft light. Greg's left hand, not yet preoccupied, hovers a few inches away from Ethan's face. A scabbed, slightly nasty looking gash runs from the base of his middle finger down along the palm, curving outward slightly, then half the way around the bottom corner of the palm. It looks like someone might have given him grief with a knife and he got lucky that it didn't cut much deeper. | The burning flame brightens a little, illuminating the two human figures with a soft light. Greg's left hand, not yet preoccupied, hovers a few inches away from Ethan's face. A scabbed, slightly nasty looking gash runs from the base of his middle finger down along the palm, curving outward slightly, then half the way around the bottom corner of the palm. It looks like someone might have given him grief with a knife and he got lucky that it didn't cut much deeper. |
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| For a moment, it looks like the skin is subtly distending by itself, as if there might be a parasite shyly hidden beneath it, waiting to surface and confirm Delaney's bodysnatcher theory; then a twitch of the stranger's fingers and a falling flake of crusted blood reveals that it was probably just another telekinetic intervention. Briefly, the hand rises, tip of its ring finger disappearing between the mutant's lips, only for the fingers to curl, moistened digit dragging along the opened wound, smearing a thin trail of blood across the cusp of the finger. Whether due to a trick of the light or due to objective reality, the band of crimson seems to change its texture in the light, a regular pattern of little black dots forming amongst the dark colour. | For a moment, it looks like the skin is subtly distending by itself, as if there might be a parasite shyly hidden beneath it, waiting to surface and confirm [[characters:Delaney]]'s bodysnatcher theory; then a twitch of the stranger's fingers and a falling flake of crusted blood reveals that it was probably just another telekinetic intervention. Briefly, the hand rises, tip of its ring finger disappearing between the mutant's lips, only for the fingers to curl, moistened digit dragging along the opened wound, smearing a thin trail of blood across the cusp of the finger. Whether due to a trick of the light or due to objective reality, the band of crimson seems to change its texture in the light, a regular pattern of little black dots forming amongst the dark colour. |
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| Please be a trick of the light. | Please be a trick of the light. |
| <fc #008888>Greg was a nice, friendly name. He should definitely share that. And if they read that and didn't trust Ethan, well... that was their choice, why would it be a //bad// thing? A smile crooked the very corner of his mouth even as part of him protested that thought, told him how of //course// they should trust their friend who was only trying to help them. And he was.</fc> | <fc #008888>Greg was a nice, friendly name. He should definitely share that. And if they read that and didn't trust Ethan, well... that was their choice, why would it be a //bad// thing? A smile crooked the very corner of his mouth even as part of him protested that thought, told him how of //course// they should trust their friend who was only trying to help them. And he was.</fc> |
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| So, was that 'Raptured', then? The Hangouts is quiet for a moment, before Robert's text pops in with: ''Robert Pearce: Good grief, Ethan. What's the scoop? Are you safe now?'' | So, was that 'Raptured', then? The Hangouts is quiet for a moment, before [[characters:Robert]]'s text pops in with: ''Robert Pearce: Good grief, Ethan. What's the scoop? Are you safe now?'' |
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| Apparently the instinct of his friends given the sudden influx of information was to assume he'd witnessed something and had gotten away and observed the mentioned traits from afar, by way of unambiguous symptoms. A shouted name, a one-sided argument, telekinesis in action when 'pull' would have been useful but did not work out. After all, he was currently typing to them. If there was a 'hivemind', surely he wouldn't be talking to them like this if he was an actual part of it. | Apparently the instinct of his friends given the sudden influx of information was to assume he'd witnessed something and had gotten away and observed the mentioned traits from afar, by way of unambiguous symptoms. A shouted name, a one-sided argument, telekinesis in action when 'pull' would have been useful but did not work out. After all, he was currently typing to them. If there was a 'hivemind', surely he wouldn't be talking to them like this if he was an actual part of it. |
| <fc #008888>''still staying put? You shouldn't'' and Ethan pauses. Shouldn't what. Shouldn't move? They'd probably run into someone if they moved. So moving was... badgood? But they were safe where they were and then someone could go to them and nobody would get hurt. And that was good. He didn't want anyone to get hurt. Fingers moved absently as the distant part of his brain peeled into interactions looking for clues, and then the screen blinked as the sentence ended ''trust me''.</fc> | <fc #008888>''still staying put? You shouldn't'' and Ethan pauses. Shouldn't what. Shouldn't move? They'd probably run into someone if they moved. So moving was... badgood? But they were safe where they were and then someone could go to them and nobody would get hurt. And that was good. He didn't want anyone to get hurt. Fingers moved absently as the distant part of his brain peeled into interactions looking for clues, and then the screen blinked as the sentence ended ''trust me''.</fc> |
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| Back in the mall, Robert feels his calm briefly punctured by a violent flare of an instinct not fully quashed by his fatalism. A deep concern laces him with unwelcome tension and temporarily frays his thoughts. His meticulously motionless posture attracts attention, a far more natural breath easing from Keneh as she leans a little closer. "Something happen?" | Back in the mall, Robert feels his calm briefly punctured by a violent flare of an instinct not fully quashed by his fatalism. A deep concern laces him with unwelcome tension and temporarily frays his thoughts. His meticulously motionless posture attracts attention, a far more natural breath easing from [[characters:Keneh]] as she leans a little closer. "Something happen?" |
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| "Ethan. Ethan happened," Robert comments, tone tinged with frustration, still staring at the screen. Then he's typing: ''Okay, you still have my attention. What else can you tell us?'' A pause, then: ''About Greg, not about the dog, I mean.'' | "Ethan. Ethan happened," Robert comments, tone tinged with frustration, still staring at the screen. Then he's typing: ''Okay, you still have my attention. What else can you tell us?'' A pause, then: ''About Greg, not about the dog, I mean.'' |
