A return and a rant.

[truerevelation]

[Absolutely no-one should be surprised by people flailing loudly on the network.

However, the fact that the person flailing is someone other than the usual culprits this time... his voice babbles in and out of the network, in and out of 'audio'.]

What - what - who am... this ain't, what am I doin', I shouldn't be hearing - ugh! Kallias ain't, Kallias can't hear the - but I'm - shit, no, this is wrong... just like last time - ngh ... I'm me, dammit! I am you, you are me, gotta be me...

[Someone clearly does not adjust easily to having two lots of lives shoved into his head at once.]

...help?

--

[Somewhat later on, once Kanji's sufficiently untangled his mind and checked what he can on the network and via his other skills - a message comes over the line, private and protected to the Investigating members of the Rescue Team and/or Wolves:]

Guys ... I just - I've gotta ... I've gotta talk to you before I find a way to punch someone through the network!

Why are people bein' so damn blind? I've been seein' it smacked in my face for the past coupla weeks. The old world's over. And they're tryin' to not get involved? Or wanna leave it to be ruined? The hell am I even seein'?

I ... we need to get this sorted out. And so does everyone else who gives a shit about not just letting this blow up... ngh.

[A day or so after the Werewolf Mess]

[professorwolf]

[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.