someone got up on the wrong side of the bed

[breakaleginhalf]

[It's very abruptly that Gil's voice breaks through to the main Network, and it doesn't sound good - there's a remarkable fury to it, that very poorly masks his probably much larger panic. It also doesn't seem like he's actually aware that other people can hear him.]

--of a bitch I am going to kill him for this-- fucking - bastard! Gonna snap his other horn off and shove it up his fucking arse--

[If someone doesn't interrupt him then he's going to continue on that vein for the next four minutes - and very nearly four minutes exactly - before he vanishes.

Briefly.

...

It takes about ten minutes for Gil to come back online properly, and even his psychic presence is tense and tired. And when he talks, the earlier overtones of panic have been replaced with a persistent, if lowkey, manic energy buried under a very thick layer of exhaustion.]

Okay. I am. Okay.

Being in a Diabolin brain is fucking unpleasant, everything is very, like- saturated and exaggerated and I am fairly sure I am like. Lowkey a little bit high? It feels weird, it's fucking weird.
We're working on the whole cohabitation thing but Grant is fucking pissed. Which, you know, would be funny if he wasn't the one who kicked me out in the first place and made me take over! So that was fun!

[There's a brief pause to take a deep breath. Metaphorically smooth his fur down.]

So. You guys've been busy! Saw a few people in silver, didn't think we were gonna do that with the whole "confirmed to be an actual cult" thing.

Comments

[notinthecards]

A 'little bit' high?

You haven't even started the ride yet, mon frere. Like this:

Imagine the color green had a shadow with a second color hiding inside.

[breakaleginhalf]

Sucer ma bite tu fantaisie bâtard.

[Guess who else can be patronising in French. Even if his accent is Parisian.]

God, I am so not in the mood for discovering how many fucking colours a hot dog can smell. Fuck me.

[notinthecards]

No sympathy for the Diabolin, like the man said.

But it is like being nestled up in a bag of angry cats, I remember that. And your maitre de tete even more than most.

[breakaleginhalf]

[There is the very distinct impression of him running his hands down his face.]

You know, I'd actually really appreciate it if he was actually insane. Not like, Diabolin insane, legitimately off his fucking rocket and out past the Milky Way. I've been a tripped-out megalomaniac and this isn't close.

He cares, so much. He just doesn't trust anyone and I have no idea how you manage that hot mess of a Venn diagram.

[notinthecards]

That's a recipe for real bad decisions.

I would know.

[eldritchwheelies]

In their defense, the Conductors aren't the cultists. Those would be the people who had the bright idea of turning a memelord's memes into an infohazard.

I've heard "Imperiopractics" or "Infernopractics" tossed around for those jokers, and since you can hear those just fine instead of hearing ██ ████, ██ ████ get bleeped out, they're probably safe to use. Incidentally, maybe don't bring up Kamen Rider to Leah.

Sounds like being Diabolin is suffering. Sucks to be you. Any way I can help?

[breakaleginhalf]

Thaaat's gonna take some getting my head around - my guy teaches Imperiopraxy, more or less. God his job is stupid.

...sounds like it's a good thing Hajime isn't here. I'll be fine, I think, just gotta get used to hallucinations like Grant is. He spent like his whole life on a ship.

[dragoonrouge]

That does not sound pleasant, do you need any help Gil?

[breakaleginhalf]

Ask me again next week when I've been hallucinating for every fucking waking moment.

It's not as bad in QC, funnily enough, everything is just. More.

[dragoonrouge]

[Q'uila's nose scrunches up, that definitely sounds uncomfortable.]

How are you here anyroad, I did not think anyone had gone and deinfiltrated you? Not that I am not pleased to hear from you!

[breakaleginhalf]

Okay, so. Short version.

[With a morbid glee:]

Grant got told that he has invisible links, which he tested, and it turns out that if you're an Infiltrator in someone? That's a link to yourself. So he snapped it, and I got sent straight into the Floor! No passing Go, no two hundred dollars, directly to jail.

And then I used another skill to automatically deinfiltrate myself when I went back because I didn't end up using it on someone else.

[dragoonrouge]

[There is a moment of silence as Q'uila processes followed immediately by very loud, very explicit swearing.]

Seven hells Gil, that is horrible! Is there anything you need or anything I can do to help?