V. IC CONTACT (RETIRED)

[firstroar]

• Text [ENABLED]
• Voice [ENABLED; automated voice message]
• Video [DISABLED]
• Telepathy [TWO-MILE RANGE REQUIRED]

Comments

GET YOUR WADERS ON IT'S A WEEPY MESS IN HERE

[firstroar]

M'gann... [it's a pained, grieving thought. it's too far, without direct contact. it's a strain. his head and his heart are lead weights.] He wants to destroy everyone I care for. He's already...

SHE CAN GET HER GILLS ON IT'S COOL

[mgann]

Blue. [His name comes with a force behind it. It's firm, yet gentle, offering support, something to lean on. A sense of reassurance is there as well. It's been far too long since she's been able to connect with someone on this level without her being the sole catalyst. She won't let him deal with this alone.]

HELP ME M'GANN KENOBI UR MY ONLY HOPE FOR HUGS

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[oh, M'gann.

there's a flicker gratitude there, but not the strength to shape it into words. he's drained himself, trying to piece together everything he knows is real in accordance to what Keith's said. it's hard. living in anime space operas is hard and nobody understands.]

TITS INCOMING

[mgann]

I'll be over.

[The connection lessens, but it's still present, something to give him a little comfort until she arrives.]

OOH MISS MGANN OOH

[firstroar]

[he makes no sign of response or even of having heard it. so, when arriving, she has the physical ex-Soldier sitting on the floor, against the wall next to the bed, his head bowed and arm up to support the weight, propped against his knee.

that close up, the thoughts and feelings are very clear. that private conversation with Keith, the recollection of their confrontation – heat and pain and a last farewell to his goddess waiting for him on the Shangri-La.

remembering his death as the memory given to him – a thing not yet come to pass. it was horrible.]