[ this memory.. it was not hers. she did not remember this conversation. what they were saying... but she could feel the emotions, the feelings, that pure anger.
quietly, almost in a whisper-- ] Oh, no. Please.. it's happening, again.. Don't--
[ she wants to run away from here.
run as she did before. but there's no running when she's stuck like this. she tries to move, actually avoid touching the bubble but she slips and it glows blue.
a memory plays. it should be familiar, but is it?
You remember your sisters seeking to establish a connection.
You remember that piercing, unbearable pain coursing through you as soon as you did. You could not voice it out loud, you could not react visibly, you were left standing there while screaming out in pain through the usage of your emotion-driven energy, dynamis.
It hurts, it hurts! It hurts!
It's so much. It's too much. Anyone else would be on the verge of blacking out from the sheer pain. So hot... so cold... so sad... I don't understand... Make it stop... Please, make it stop... Your unheard pleas cry out, feeling everything and nothing.
So scared... so lonely... The pain... it's too much...
Why...why... why do we... they.... hurt... hurt... hate... HATE!
"This is.. wrong! All wrong!"
You cause that connection to break, the fear and despair of the truth being learned forces you to run away. You run... and run. Trying to stay as far away as possible. I'm sorry. You don't want them to know. You can't. But, you aren't able to stay away. You weren't made for confrontation. Only communication. And understanding.
You've been cornered.
And now, you have no choice but to. Even as your mind is suppressed, so that the sisters can come into contact, all you can do is listen. You cannot move. You cannot speak your own thoughts. It's as though you're underwater, floating endlessly, your body is not yours to control now. That consciousness that makes you.. you, is only but a distant thought.
[he doesn't remember any of this. not the second part, even though he clearly stands right there. and the former part...
it's so much, the weight of it, the pain of it that none of them noticed despite being there with her. the intensity of the feeling, through her powers; he has a hand to his head, teeth grit against it, still there by the time the memory ends. and the full contents of it are--
honestly. what a fool hermes was, to keep his silence on this pet project of his. to let none offer their input on such a flawed premise. and the fact that he appears to double down on it, to insist upon hearing the likes of this report even after being told where he had gone wrong...
mayhap he is not suited for a seat, after all. emet-selch can hardly believe the gall of him, to not only insist upon this but to transform, to defy the directive of one of the convocation when given. he'd been quite clear in issuing it.]
That utter fool--
[is all he can think to say at first, his voice low.]
[ she remembers her discussion before, with Buzen, how it seemed like Emet did not remember.. why else was he not angry with her, when they first met on their first day here? even though Buzen encouraged her to talk about it with Emet.. it was a bit of a scary thought. but she could not run away from it forever.
still, it really was as if he was seeing it for the first time. which, is confusing in itself, why did she remember.. but not him? the tone of his voice has her shrink, all too familiar to the sensation of anger, that by automatic response she just-- ]
Ple.. Please don't be angry, Emet-Selch...
[ alas, Hermes is neither here or there, and as for Meteion.. ]
When... I arrived here, it was, right after that... they did, not get to finish their report and I've, I haven't been able to connect with them, since...
[ just so... he's aware. she feels like she needs to at least tell him that much. ]
[first it was learning that there was a whole type of magic he didn't know about, now this?? is there another form of time travel as well? the world is fucking out to get him specifically, APPARENTLY.
he shakes his head, with a huff of frustration.]
You were cut off from them somehow, then, and thus you control yourself once more. Correct?
[a brief pause, and:]
We shall still see you returned to our world. But my orders shall yet hold, even if I do not currently recall having given them.
I... Y-Yes, being here, I.. think so. I'm not able to connect to the shared consciousness, and use my abilities so..
[ but for how long? if the prism remembers her abilities...
what then? ]
I am in control..
[ it is her. it is. she grows quiet at his orders. she knows she has to return home, said the very same, but distantly in the back of her head... she remembers the words of a particular static, couldn't you all stay here forever?
..no. she can't. Emet-Selch is right. they will have to return back to the star. but then, another question plagues her mind, will continue to do so for the next few days because she does not say anything else. nothing more than a simple answer in this moment. ] Okay.
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quietly, almost in a whisper-- ] Oh, no. Please.. it's happening, again.. Don't--
[ she wants to run away from here.
run as she did before. but there's no running when she's stuck like this. she tries to move, actually avoid touching the bubble but she slips and it glows blue.
a memory plays. it should be familiar, but is it?
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[he doesn't remember any of this. not the second part, even though he clearly stands right there. and the former part...
it's so much, the weight of it, the pain of it that none of them noticed despite being there with her. the intensity of the feeling, through her powers; he has a hand to his head, teeth grit against it, still there by the time the memory ends. and the full contents of it are--
honestly. what a fool hermes was, to keep his silence on this pet project of his. to let none offer their input on such a flawed premise. and the fact that he appears to double down on it, to insist upon hearing the likes of this report even after being told where he had gone wrong...
mayhap he is not suited for a seat, after all. emet-selch can hardly believe the gall of him, to not only insist upon this but to transform, to defy the directive of one of the convocation when given. he'd been quite clear in issuing it.]
That utter fool--
[is all he can think to say at first, his voice low.]
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still, it really was as if he was seeing it for the first time. which, is confusing in itself, why did she remember.. but not him? the tone of his voice has her shrink, all too familiar to the sensation of anger, that by automatic response she just-- ]
Ple.. Please don't be angry, Emet-Selch...
[ alas, Hermes is neither here or there, and as for Meteion.. ]
When... I arrived here, it was, right after that... they did, not get to finish their report and I've, I haven't been able to connect with them, since...
[ just so... he's aware. she feels like she needs to at least tell him that much. ]
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[first it was learning that there was a whole type of magic he didn't know about, now this?? is there another form of time travel as well? the world is fucking out to get him specifically, APPARENTLY.
he shakes his head, with a huff of frustration.]
You were cut off from them somehow, then, and thus you control yourself once more. Correct?
[a brief pause, and:]
We shall still see you returned to our world. But my orders shall yet hold, even if I do not currently recall having given them.
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[ but for how long? if the prism remembers her abilities...
what then? ]
I am in control..
[ it is her. it is. she grows quiet at his orders. she knows she has to return home, said the very same, but distantly in the back of her head... she remembers the words of a particular static, couldn't you all stay here forever?
..no. she can't. Emet-Selch is right. they will have to return back to the star. but then, another question plagues her mind, will continue to do so for the next few days because she does not say anything else. nothing more than a simple answer in this moment. ] Okay.