Katou 'Cloud' Yakumo 。加藤 "クラウド" 八雲 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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synopsychic2017-06-30 12:00 am
cloudpotter) wrote in synopsychic2017-06-30 12:00 am
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and he was enjoying the show, too
[This, here, is a livestream. Yakumo is backstage, and the Traveller's makeshift band is currently playing.
There's a feeling of creeping numbness around the livestream and a sense of urgency, but Yakumo is calm -- albeit frustrated, a deep simmering anger roiling under his thoughts. The world is almost operating in slow motion around him as the Mark on his chest burns, a Moment of Clarity having activated. There's a stagehand struggling with a broken speaker, a harried manager flicking through a handful of papers, Tachi in front of him turning to stare...]
One of these people has sedative darts. I am... not in a position to be able to question any of them about it.
[There's an odd, lethargic sense of fuzziness that's weighing the livestream down, even as he bites the message out. Someone has obviously learned about the sedatives first-hand.]
Don't turn your back to them, or any others: it seems the enemy's position runs deeper than we thought. [Have you ever watched a livestream through someone as they're falling asleep? Because Yakumo's eyes are starting to droop, and when he shakes his head the world just rolls dizzyingly. He's forced to take a step forward to try steadying himself, a hand reaching out to grip the first solid surface it comes in contact with. If it's Tachi, he hopes his grip is tight enough to hurt.] Watch yourselves.
There's a feeling of creeping numbness around the livestream and a sense of urgency, but Yakumo is calm -- albeit frustrated, a deep simmering anger roiling under his thoughts. The world is almost operating in slow motion around him as the Mark on his chest burns, a Moment of Clarity having activated. There's a stagehand struggling with a broken speaker, a harried manager flicking through a handful of papers, Tachi in front of him turning to stare...]
One of these people has sedative darts. I am... not in a position to be able to question any of them about it.
[There's an odd, lethargic sense of fuzziness that's weighing the livestream down, even as he bites the message out. Someone has obviously learned about the sedatives first-hand.]
Don't turn your back to them, or any others: it seems the enemy's position runs deeper than we thought. [Have you ever watched a livestream through someone as they're falling asleep? Because Yakumo's eyes are starting to droop, and when he shakes his head the world just rolls dizzyingly. He's forced to take a step forward to try steadying himself, a hand reaching out to grip the first solid surface it comes in contact with. If it's Tachi, he hopes his grip is tight enough to hurt.] Watch yourselves.