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I... I've had enough.

[Jean's voice come across the network as very quiet and rather weak. He's back from the death again, this time remaining in liminal space.]

I was killed. Again. What sort of a person gets killed twice in the same jaunt? It's ridiculous. [There's a forced, nervous laugh.] On top of that this time it was... it was... more painful, both mentally and... becausewhydidIrunintothemjustwhy-

[The way he talks is more panicky at the end before an abrupt pause. He's quiet for quite a long time before gathering himself and continuing.]

I'll be staying in Liminal Space. I don't think I would be useful anymore even if I came back.

Well you could probably use me as a shield.

[Ha ha. Ha..... ]

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... [Curse his inability to portal!]

Jean... would you like me to Sing for you? There is a Song to calm. It may help.

[Curse Jean's ability being stationary portals.]

That... would be nice. Anything that helps, I would appreciate.

[On a private line, Alcuin opens up a sensory livestreaming channel, broadcasting his voice and, luckily, the magic it carries. Sweet and slow, quiet waves on the shore, the glow of a sunny day through calm waters where the light makes the sea warm and gentle. The feeling of being cradled, safe and secure in Her currents, protected from the harm of predators. There is nothing to fear. Nothing which needs to be done immediately. Breathe deeply of the Sea's salt waters and rest.]

[Another sense is added - touch. The feeling of slow, circular breaths filling his chest, a warm, gentle hand resting over the other, feet firmly on a stone floor. It's steady. Consistent. Even. Something Jean can try and match or imitate to help center himself.]

[Jean closes his eyes as he begins the Song. The feelings are well received and he feels a lot calmer even just by listening only a little. He feels warm and safe, like there was nothing to be scared about. It's very surreal how different he felt just by the power of the song.

The touch adds more to the feeling. It really gives him a sense of consistency and he tries to match it, calming any wayward feelings that were still trying to cause some panic.

He's safe. There's nothing that can hurt him now. Not where he is.]

[Alcuin does not stop Singing for a long time. Even if Jean only listens with half a mind while speaking to others, so long as he can "hear" the Song, its effect will hold.]

[One can almost track the course of a day at sea, the sun slowly following its arc through the sky, through the minute key changes and shifting tempos. There are places where it is obvious that he is switching between parts, trying to meld it into a cohesive whole, but still the magic maintains its effect. The sun sinks toward the horizon, tinting the sea with the colors of fire, and then slips beneath the horizon as everything fades to the blending of calming blues and purples deepening to black as the waves wash slow and even upon the shore.]

[By now it has been more than an hour since he began it, and despite his familiarity and long practice, Alcuin's voice is grown tired and rough around the edges. He draws it to a close and lets the livestream turn back into a telepathic link.]

The effect will fade over time, but for now I hope it has brought you a little peace, my friend.

[The song helps him calm down and have better conversations with others as he listens. It's amazing, how it helps. Somehow it brings his mind to how his mother used to sing lullabies when he was a small child and it always helped him to fall asleep. Which was a bit silly, but ... it's a nice feeling regardless.]

Thank you. I feel a lot calmer.

You are of course welcome. If you have need, please do not hesitate to say so. We are all part of the same group. We protect one another as best we can, and help when we fail. I am sorry you went through this a second time.

That I agree with. We should help each other the best we can... so if you ever need help for something, don't hesitate to ask either.

...I will, Jean. Thank you.

[He won't, but it means a lot that you would say so.]

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