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acatalepsy_logs2018-09-13 12:45 pm
spaceforged) wrote in acatalepsy_logs2018-09-13 12:45 pm
Entry tags:
Open - Don't forget me now
Who: Shiro and You.
Where: Temple halls
When: Later stages of the plague event.
Rating pg-13? Round there.
What: Shiro finally slips into the later stages of the plague. Shit is seen that isn't there. Things Heard. Then nothing heard. Fun times.
Option 1: Stage two end
He'd known his time being useful to the Circle was slipping through his fingers. He'd felt the weight of a familiar device on his wrist but every time he reached for it it wasn't there. It's a reminder all the time he's bought himself is fading. He's been good so far, not listening or paying attention to what he knows shouldn't be there.
[1 - A]
But they still make him pause. He isn't as bedridden as most but that just means more time to see things. A trip to get a little fresh air from the hall becomes a no go when he opens the door and there is the glass-like floor and the glimmer of the stars from within the Black Lion. He stands in the doorway and stares at it for longer than he should.
His attention snaps to the first person he sees set against the timeless expanse of space. "Hey, how is everyone?" He expects they've all been bad, but asking distracts his mind from the sense time is slipping away and there's none to be had. He steps into the hall and there's stone under his bare feet. Stone. Yet the stars remain. Super. "...yes, I'll go back to bed in a moment. Please, just answer me."
[1 - B]
He feels well enough to consider shifting one last time. His final stall. He steps into the hall and a familiar and dangerous noise in the hall makes him turn towards it. He doesn't think. He just changes automatically and spins to face the purple-furred alien he can see out of the corner of his eye. Sendak. His snarl rolls through the air just before everything clears up. He blinks, metal jaws closing with an audible clank.
...so I've reached that point.
Sendak isn't there. It's only the hall and the temple full of people he can hear shifting about. It's not the traffic he's used to. There should be more sounds. He sits, staring straight ahead. This is it. He can't leave the room anymore. It feels like the world has gotten so much smaller to decide that.
Option two: Stage 3
The end of seeing things from the pale light cast on metal walkways to the burn of madness in the eyes of an Emperor he took on himself...comes with silence. No more poison spit into his ears. No roars of the crowd howling for blood. No voices he recognizes. Shiro slips out of bed and scans the room carefully. The room looks exactly as it should.
He never got over looking up in the bathroom mirror and seeing a sickly purple glow in his own eyes. He'd started checking every inch of the bedroom when he was lucid after that. "Okay. ...I don't feel feverish?" His lips move and he is sure he spoke but he doesn't hear a damn word of it. He holds up a hand in front of his face and snaps his fingers.
Nothing.
He sighs and walks out of the room. Not hearing he'll just have to deal with. If he's capable of walking he can check on everyone and see what news is to be had. He pushes the door open and grabs his coat from near the door, pulling it on. "Hey," He ignores the discomfort of speaking but not hearing himself. "Hey." Right he should glance around. He looks around for anyone that may be close by or at least stopped when he called out. "...maybe you should...get some paper." His voice sounds shades off, but at least he seems lucid.
Where: Temple halls
When: Later stages of the plague event.
Rating pg-13? Round there.
What: Shiro finally slips into the later stages of the plague. Shit is seen that isn't there. Things Heard. Then nothing heard. Fun times.
Option 1: Stage two end
He'd known his time being useful to the Circle was slipping through his fingers. He'd felt the weight of a familiar device on his wrist but every time he reached for it it wasn't there. It's a reminder all the time he's bought himself is fading. He's been good so far, not listening or paying attention to what he knows shouldn't be there.
[1 - A]
But they still make him pause. He isn't as bedridden as most but that just means more time to see things. A trip to get a little fresh air from the hall becomes a no go when he opens the door and there is the glass-like floor and the glimmer of the stars from within the Black Lion. He stands in the doorway and stares at it for longer than he should.
His attention snaps to the first person he sees set against the timeless expanse of space. "Hey, how is everyone?" He expects they've all been bad, but asking distracts his mind from the sense time is slipping away and there's none to be had. He steps into the hall and there's stone under his bare feet. Stone. Yet the stars remain. Super. "...yes, I'll go back to bed in a moment. Please, just answer me."
[1 - B]
He feels well enough to consider shifting one last time. His final stall. He steps into the hall and a familiar and dangerous noise in the hall makes him turn towards it. He doesn't think. He just changes automatically and spins to face the purple-furred alien he can see out of the corner of his eye. Sendak. His snarl rolls through the air just before everything clears up. He blinks, metal jaws closing with an audible clank.
...so I've reached that point.
Sendak isn't there. It's only the hall and the temple full of people he can hear shifting about. It's not the traffic he's used to. There should be more sounds. He sits, staring straight ahead. This is it. He can't leave the room anymore. It feels like the world has gotten so much smaller to decide that.
Option two: Stage 3
The end of seeing things from the pale light cast on metal walkways to the burn of madness in the eyes of an Emperor he took on himself...comes with silence. No more poison spit into his ears. No roars of the crowd howling for blood. No voices he recognizes. Shiro slips out of bed and scans the room carefully. The room looks exactly as it should.
He never got over looking up in the bathroom mirror and seeing a sickly purple glow in his own eyes. He'd started checking every inch of the bedroom when he was lucid after that. "Okay. ...I don't feel feverish?" His lips move and he is sure he spoke but he doesn't hear a damn word of it. He holds up a hand in front of his face and snaps his fingers.
Nothing.
He sighs and walks out of the room. Not hearing he'll just have to deal with. If he's capable of walking he can check on everyone and see what news is to be had. He pushes the door open and grabs his coat from near the door, pulling it on. "Hey," He ignores the discomfort of speaking but not hearing himself. "Hey." Right he should glance around. He looks around for anyone that may be close by or at least stopped when he called out. "...maybe you should...get some paper." His voice sounds shades off, but at least he seems lucid.
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Barabas offers his best attempt at an apologetic smile before the next words, "You look really terrible."
But a lot of what Shiro has said has him thinking; talking to Shiro seems to have that effect on him. It's something he'll remember going forward.