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synopsychic2017-05-03 09:35 pm
professorwolf) wrote in synopsychic2017-05-03 09:35 pm
[A day or so after the Werewolf Mess]
[Lyall's voice pops back onto the network a good long while after his aborted, panicked message from when the full moon rose. His voice isn't panicked anymore, now, but it is tense, and he's talking a bit faster than he usually does.]
Well. So. It's Randolph Lyall again-- I'm back, and no longer a maddened werewolf, or, in fact, a Heraclide. I'm very sorry about all that. Very... very sorry.
But I'm not in liminal space. I had to punch through to get to the network, the way I punched through to the other Jaunt a month or two back now, and I'm fairly sure I don't have very long.
I appear to be... underground? The underworld, perhaps? I know some of us were going here, are you still here? I would... really very much like to get out of here, but I can't seem to get a proper portal open to liminal space. And even if I could, I would just have to come back down here when I opened it again, and--
[He cuts himself off, and starts again, a bit more steadily, but even more quickly, trying to impart information.]
--and even if no one can get down here, I did have another vision when I came to. Watch out for shooting stars. Either at dawn or dusk or some other time where the sun and moon aren't making a mess of things, there's going to be shooting stars, and then a very large earthquake. We may want to start thinking about disaster relief, or else finding whatever idiot gods or titans or whomever are going to cause it and stop them before it happens.
... but I really would like out of here, too. Please. If anyone can manage it.
Well. So. It's Randolph Lyall again-- I'm back, and no longer a maddened werewolf, or, in fact, a Heraclide. I'm very sorry about all that. Very... very sorry.
But I'm not in liminal space. I had to punch through to get to the network, the way I punched through to the other Jaunt a month or two back now, and I'm fairly sure I don't have very long.
I appear to be... underground? The underworld, perhaps? I know some of us were going here, are you still here? I would... really very much like to get out of here, but I can't seem to get a proper portal open to liminal space. And even if I could, I would just have to come back down here when I opened it again, and--
[He cuts himself off, and starts again, a bit more steadily, but even more quickly, trying to impart information.]
--and even if no one can get down here, I did have another vision when I came to. Watch out for shooting stars. Either at dawn or dusk or some other time where the sun and moon aren't making a mess of things, there's going to be shooting stars, and then a very large earthquake. We may want to start thinking about disaster relief, or else finding whatever idiot gods or titans or whomever are going to cause it and stop them before it happens.
... but I really would like out of here, too. Please. If anyone can manage it.
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[After dealing with some of Tachibana's memories, everything else was distinctly less intense.]
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Very well.
[It's a short one, this time, starting with a snippet of the Underworld and the sensation of great discomfort-- internal more than external-- but that gets smothered quickly by the sudden displacement of the surroundings for open air, a darkening (or lightening?) sky, and starts shooting across the horizon. It's almost pretty, except there's a sense of dread with it, and as the first stars start slipping beyond the curve of the earth, the ground starts to violently shake.
They are spared (if it can be called that) the sight of cities crumbling or trees falling over, because the vision ends abruptly then, leaving the viewer startled, worried, and a little out of breath. The memory cuts off after only a second or so of that.]