and he was enjoying the show, too

[cloudpotter]

[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.

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[helborn]

What happened? Where are you? What's - are you okay?

[whydoyoushine]

Aw, man, you got drugs?

[thornsofmalkav]

Oh shit.




... wait, if they got you, then who's watching out for Kinji now?