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warriorscribe) wrote2015-06-01 03:54 pm
warriorscribe) wrote2015-06-01 03:54 pm
Snowblind Inbox
[Such a wondrous device. Are there little invisible couriers for these messages?]
[Adjust based upon what the hell Enoch's up to. (Or, to put it another way, if he's busy as balls on day 18, then we can move it to day 19. This is flexible.)]
you're the man who came from before the flood? heard about you.
[...if only there was an easier way of handling stuff like that when he's 90% sure he's got the right person, but at the same time just jumping to, "Sup, gonna interrogate you." just feels weird. You know? Besides, he's probably got a roommate right now and can't concentrate on wording.
So okay. Gonna go with that.]
we haven't talked but i got a few questions for you.
you're the man who came from before the flood? heard about you.
[...if only there was an easier way of handling stuff like that when he's 90% sure he's got the right person, but at the same time just jumping to, "Sup, gonna interrogate you." just feels weird. You know? Besides, he's probably got a roommate right now and can't concentrate on wording.
So okay. Gonna go with that.]
we haven't talked but i got a few questions for you.
[Day 18 wasn't busy so much as harrowing. He's hardly slept enough for one day and it's been four since It had started this whole mess.
The monsters outside clawed at the door relentlessly, the canvases wedged under the doorknob creaking ominously. Dried paint on the walls and floor appeared to grow into hands that reached for him.
Then he got a message, one just for him, that called him "the man who came from before the flood."
The flood he had spent over three hundred years trying to prevent. The flood he was sure he had prevented; his mission was over, completed. There wasn't a Watcher left alive or free.
And yet... "[he] came from before the flood".]
What are your questions?
[He is grateful this is written and not spoken. His hands are shaking, but that can be corrected for with Lancer none the wiser.]
The monsters outside clawed at the door relentlessly, the canvases wedged under the doorknob creaking ominously. Dried paint on the walls and floor appeared to grow into hands that reached for him.
Then he got a message, one just for him, that called him "the man who came from before the flood."
The flood he had spent over three hundred years trying to prevent. The flood he was sure he had prevented; his mission was over, completed. There wasn't a Watcher left alive or free.
And yet... "[he] came from before the flood".]
What are your questions?
[He is grateful this is written and not spoken. His hands are shaking, but that can be corrected for with Lancer none the wiser.]
hey blondie
where are you and the rest of the kindergarten brigade going to be in the next day or so?
i need to find a new tablet and the new half-pint needs someone who can actually haul them away from a monster if one turns up
-house
where are you and the rest of the kindergarten brigade going to be in the next day or so?
i need to find a new tablet and the new half-pint needs someone who can actually haul them away from a monster if one turns up
-house
I take it the "new half-pint" is the owner of this tablet? If that's the case, hello, little one; you're sure to see this before he does.
We were going to stay in the dark two-story house between the tunnels and the school, but we can make it to the entrance of the tunnels, or further if you need.
We were going to stay in the dark two-story house between the tunnels and the school, but we can make it to the entrance of the tunnels, or further if you need.
hi.
i'm back. i wanted you to know and i wanted to tell you it wasnt your fault. i left it was my fault. i was stupid.
i'm sorry
i'm back. i wanted you to know and i wanted to tell you it wasnt your fault. i left it was my fault. i was stupid.
i'm sorry
Don't blame yourself. This place can weigh on us in strange ways. Are you all right? Where did you wake?
[She's replied in text, but that doesn't mean she can see. He doesn't know what she's lost, she had to have lost something, but he's not sure how to ask that...]
[She's replied in text, but that doesn't mean she can see. He doesn't know what she's lost, she had to have lost something, but he's not sure how to ask that...]
[It's impossible to see Frisk's face, but their voice is practically radiating energy. Excitement, really.]
He's back!
[A second message follows about a minute after the first. It's a fraction calmer but only a fraction]
Sans. He's back.
He's back!
[A second message follows about a minute after the first. It's a fraction calmer but only a fraction]
Sans. He's back.
[He's glad Frisk is having a better time than he is. The voices in the background of Enoch's reply are too far away to be distinct; he's moved away from them for the moment, but they sound worried, afraid. Ginger met an anomaly for the first time today, and it proved just how unprepared she really was for this place.]
That's great news, Frisk. [He would sound more excited if not for the poor timing, but he does sound genuinely warm.]
Where did he return?
[He thinks Frisk means Sans has returned from the dead, instead of an entirely new Sans arriving - in fact, he's not even aware that level of alternate universe issues exists here yet.]
That's great news, Frisk. [He would sound more excited if not for the poor timing, but he does sound genuinely warm.]
Where did he return?
[He thinks Frisk means Sans has returned from the dead, instead of an entirely new Sans arriving - in fact, he's not even aware that level of alternate universe issues exists here yet.]
i stillcan not vents
but ilooked hosp ital basement mor gue
no NIMA no MN
noway to vents
but ilooked hosp ital basement mor gue
no NIMA no MN
noway to vents
Again, I'm not sure any of us can get in there. All of us are far too large to get into the vents or even reach very far into them.
I wonder if there is some way to track their movements outside of the vents. They must open up outside of the building somewhere.
I wonder if there is some way to track their movements outside of the vents. They must open up outside of the building somewhere.
[This message is sent to him very shortly after they send off their first message to Quark. They're still not very steady-sounding, but with a friend possibly in danger (for all they know), it can't wait.]
Do you know where Quark is? Um... [They're definitely really guilty.] All three of us got sick, and he must've gotten lost and we didn't see. I messaged him too but... I thought you might know.
[That's a good start, but... what if he doesn't know? They're worried.]
Um... do you know where Shelly Derrick's house is? That's where we were going. He might try to meet us there.
Do you know where Quark is? Um... [They're definitely really guilty.] All three of us got sick, and he must've gotten lost and we didn't see. I messaged him too but... I thought you might know.
[That's a good start, but... what if he doesn't know? They're worried.]
Um... do you know where Shelly Derrick's house is? That's where we were going. He might try to meet us there.
[And then he feels a little guilty for not immediately checking his messages. He isn't quite cured of his near-breakdown state, but with Quark in danger, he doesn't have the luxury of trying to get himself out of it. So his reply is a little choppy, a little abrupt, shaken and hoarse.]
I don't. I'm sorry, I don't know anything. I'll send a message, too.
[What good will that do? He'd declined sending Clayton one when he went missing, but he was of a much more stable, if depressed, mind then. He is not now.]
I don't. I'm sorry, I don't know anything. I'll send a message, too.
[What good will that do? He'd declined sending Clayton one when he went missing, but he was of a much more stable, if depressed, mind then. He is not now.]
[They take a bit of a different tack with this conversation.]
Hey, um.
[a beat]
I'm sorry about what happened.
[About scaring everybody at least. They aren't sorry for saving Quark and Sans.]
Can I ask you something?
Hey, um.
[a beat]
I'm sorry about what happened.
[About scaring everybody at least. They aren't sorry for saving Quark and Sans.]
Can I ask you something?
[Oh, he's so glad to hear their voice...he withholds any comment on throwing themselves at a monster (just as well, since he'll do the same in two days), and focuses on whatever it is they've come to him for.]
Don't apologize, Frisk. It's more important you've returned. What is it you want to ask me?
Don't apologize, Frisk. It's more important you've returned. What is it you want to ask me?
Hopefully this leaves you a message. I'm still learning how to use these devices. So similar to cellphones, but so different.
I wanted to thank you, more privately. Thank you in a better emotional state. Thank you for caring for Frisk.
I'm not quite sure what they've been up to whilst I was not here, but I am happy you kept an eye on them. I can only guess they've been trying to understand these anomalies.
I wanted to thank you, more privately. Thank you in a better emotional state. Thank you for caring for Frisk.
I'm not quite sure what they've been up to whilst I was not here, but I am happy you kept an eye on them. I can only guess they've been trying to understand these anomalies.
Your message has reached me, no need to worry. You know your child well, that is what they've busied themselves with from the moment they've learned of them. Their dedication to peace is admirable, especially for one so young.
[He thinks he's said this before. But he's curled up on a church pew he shouldn't be able to be curled up on listening to the storm rage outside and listening to his messages as he tries to coax himself to sleep. He's not too worried about repeating himself if he has.]
[He thinks he's said this before. But he's curled up on a church pew he shouldn't be able to be curled up on listening to the storm rage outside and listening to his messages as he tries to coax himself to sleep. He's not too worried about repeating himself if he has.]
[This is all kinds of embarrassing, but Steve is a problem-solver, OK, he just needs to suck it up.]
Hi, Enoch. Sorry, this is kinda out-of-the-blue, but do you mind if I ask you something?
I remember a while ago, you had a bunch of condoms. You were using them to carry water, I believe.
Can I ask where you found those?
Hi, Enoch. Sorry, this is kinda out-of-the-blue, but do you mind if I ask you something?
I remember a while ago, you had a bunch of condoms. You were using them to carry water, I believe.
Can I ask where you found those?
I don't mind at all. I believe I've heard Clayton call it a pharmacy? They were in the smaller building near the hospital.
I didn't think to save one of them, myself, I'm sorry.
[Not that he thought anyone would be comfortable getting undressed in this weather. But if there's anything people are, it's unpredictable... It's not like there's anything else Steve could be asking about these for. There are plenty of extra ways to carry water, after all.]
It implies an assumption part of me is glad to see proven wrong. I'm glad you've found a companion to make your time here easier.
I didn't think to save one of them, myself, I'm sorry.
[Not that he thought anyone would be comfortable getting undressed in this weather. But if there's anything people are, it's unpredictable... It's not like there's anything else Steve could be asking about these for. There are plenty of extra ways to carry water, after all.]
It implies an assumption part of me is glad to see proven wrong. I'm glad you've found a companion to make your time here easier.
permatext; it's never too late for this awkward conversation
starsandtights
- 2016-03-25 23:26 (UTC) - Expand[Here their voice wavers a bit more.]
Enoch... I have to find mom. Do you know where she is? Have you seen her?
Enoch... I have to find mom. Do you know where she is? Have you seen her?
[Oh no...]
I haven't heard from her lately... Is she not responding to you?
I haven't heard from her lately... Is she not responding to you?
This is Enoch, correct?
I'm so sorry, I know we haven't been introduced properly. But this is an emergency.
I know Clayton is a friend of yours, and I want to believe he trusts you. Clayton has just intentionally traveled off with Jack White, the man responsible for one death, a hostage situation, and many injuries over the last fourteen days. He's dangerous and mentally unstable.
I was travelling with Clayton until this morning, and I tried to get him to stop, to explain what he was doing wasn't safe, but he wouldn't listen. Too many people are upset at his behavior from yesterday and I don't know who else to properly ask, but... someone needs to talk sense into him before he gets himself killed.
I'm so sorry, I know we haven't been introduced properly. But this is an emergency.
I know Clayton is a friend of yours, and I want to believe he trusts you. Clayton has just intentionally traveled off with Jack White, the man responsible for one death, a hostage situation, and many injuries over the last fourteen days. He's dangerous and mentally unstable.
I was travelling with Clayton until this morning, and I tried to get him to stop, to explain what he was doing wasn't safe, but he wouldn't listen. Too many people are upset at his behavior from yesterday and I don't know who else to properly ask, but... someone needs to talk sense into him before he gets himself killed.
What?
What happened? Did he say why he would go with him?
[Why this, he's stuck all the way up here, chained by improbably bad weather and awful hunger, and this is the very thing he had hoped to prevent.
This is going to end badly, very, very badly. He can feel it, like his insides have frozen solid.]
What happened? Did he say why he would go with him?
[Why this, he's stuck all the way up here, chained by improbably bad weather and awful hunger, and this is the very thing he had hoped to prevent.
This is going to end badly, very, very badly. He can feel it, like his insides have frozen solid.]
[The message comes through late at night, in the early hours of morning really. It begins with a moment's static and silent, hesitation, the sound of an uncertain breath. Beckett speaks in a low whisper, trying not to wake anyone in the crowded house. He sounds hoarse and congested, generally unwell, but that is just his usual luck; what's more unusual is how subdued he sounds, how distant. Like this late at night he might almost be talking in a dream.]
... may ask you something, Enoch?
... may ask you something, Enoch?
[Dream or not, Enoch responds, stirred from uneasy sleep by the alert of a new message. He isn't going to make a fuss about how he sounds. Something is troubling him and he's come to him for it. That's what matters now. Beckett is nothing if not to the point about these things. And he certainly doesn't like fussing. Even half-awake, he knows that.]
Yes? What is it, Beckett?
Yes? What is it, Beckett?
The epic of Gilgamesh is dated to circa 2100 BCE. That was a bloody long time ago. You've never had pancakes, have you?
[... maybe it's best not to ask.]
[... maybe it's best not to ask.]
...No, I haven't? Why do you ask?
[Too bad, "asking" is Enoch's default mode. Also he hasn't quite caught on to Beckett's state of mind.]
[Too bad, "asking" is Enoch's default mode. Also he hasn't quite caught on to Beckett's state of mind.]
btw you have a reply at the wrong level again ^^; I do it all the time, myself.
warriorscribe
- 2016-07-23 20:42 (UTC) - Expand[It's 6AM, and Beckett sounds breathlessly agitated through the static, the question he shoots at Enoch almost a plea.]
Ang[static] all of us. That it's the nanoma[static]ctioning again. Do you feel it? Is it the same?
Ang[static] all of us. That it's the nanoma[static]ctioning again. Do you feel it? Is it the same?
The--- in and out of existence? I feel it, I don't know what-----...
[He can hardly get a word out. There's nothing worse than that nagging thought that he's hearing a hallucination. That he is completely and utterly alone and somehow he's been fooling himself otherwise. He's terrified.]
[He can hardly get a word out. There's nothing worse than that nagging thought that he's hearing a hallucination. That he is completely and utterly alone and somehow he's been fooling himself otherwise. He's terrified.]
[Beckett's voice is soft, as it usually is when he speaks to Enoch. Contemplative, a little ragged, strangely open in the way he gets when something weighs on his mind.]
Enoch, you were a scribe, weren't you?
Enoch, you were a scribe, weren't you?
[Enoch can't help but smile at the sound of Beckett's voice. He missed the vampire, even if he's well beyond the point of showing his grief to the network anymore. The smile creeps into his voice for a bit of extra warmth in his tone.]
Yes, centuries ago. I hope to return to it someday. What of it?
Yes, centuries ago. I hope to return to it someday. What of it?
[John's feeling particularly bad about the way he spoke to Enoch when he'd been absent his memories, and the man has yet to respond to his other message, so that means a private response.]
Hey, Enoch... this is John. I've gotten my memories back, and I just wanted to apologize for the way I spoke to you a few days ago. You didn't deserve that, and I'm sorry.
Hey, Enoch... this is John. I've gotten my memories back, and I just wanted to apologize for the way I spoke to you a few days ago. You didn't deserve that, and I'm sorry.
[John picked one hell of a night to contact him. Rhys and Angel died and he got to watch Beckett lose them and then subsequently lose himself. Entirely too much energy had been spent trying to prevent him from hurting himself while he tried to get outside in a berserk rage. He's exhausted from dealing with that alone, never mind Brian's sudden need to go halfway across town to confirm his friend's body is still there.
He hasn't slept properly for a couple weeks, and hasn't slept at all the past day or so. The voice that replies is softer than normal, groggy and whispery with an inability to put any force behind his words.]
It seemed reasonable to me. You didn't remember.
He hasn't slept properly for a couple weeks, and hasn't slept at all the past day or so. The voice that replies is softer than normal, groggy and whispery with an inability to put any force behind his words.]
It seemed reasonable to me. You didn't remember.
yo enoch
whenever you stop being dead you better not pull that morgue experiment or i am going to flip a shit
just please come back
way too many people died from that experiment and for other reasons besides
and house lost his jackass filter so hes being even worse than usual about all of it
trying to encourage people to do more crazy experiments
i dont even know if you are back or when you will be but
its day 256 now
and tomorrow my group is going to try to open the sealed building
i dont know if it will work or what we might find if it does
so if you come back then and i dont answer that might be why
i dont know yet
just come back and stay safe
were going to try to be as safe as we can with this too
whenever you stop being dead you better not pull that morgue experiment or i am going to flip a shit
just please come back
way too many people died from that experiment and for other reasons besides
and house lost his jackass filter so hes being even worse than usual about all of it
trying to encourage people to do more crazy experiments
i dont even know if you are back or when you will be but
its day 256 now
and tomorrow my group is going to try to open the sealed building
i dont know if it will work or what we might find if it does
so if you come back then and i dont answer that might be why
i dont know yet
just come back and stay safe
were going to try to be as safe as we can with this too
"Flip a shit", what a colorful phrase. I'm afraid you're too late on the warning. I had to try. I failed to save Beckett's life. I had to do something or it would mean nothing, if I did not at least find an answer for him and for all of us. Unfortunately these horrid machines in our veins had other ideas and forced me out. I've had enough of my body only being mine when they say so.
Are you all right? What happened? What did you try?
Are you all right? What happened? What did you try?
*He's not really in the right state of mind to do this, but he wants to know. To see if he can do anything to help those who were trapped with him.*
How are you feeling?
How are you feeling?
[His emotions can't decide whether to run rampant or whether it takes too much to express themselves. He's hardly moved since he's woken up, wrapped tight in the blanket Andromeda gave him.
He can't even try to deflect, because even if he didn't still have that death effect, it feels like there's nothing he can deflect to.]
Like...it feels like drowning.
He can't even try to deflect, because even if he didn't still have that death effect, it feels like there's nothing he can deflect to.]
Like...it feels like drowning.
It's been awhile since we talked. How are you holding up?
[Dorian is aiming for nonchalant but his tone shows concern and it's easy to tell by his breathing that he's on the move.]
[Dorian is aiming for nonchalant but his tone shows concern and it's easy to tell by his breathing that he's on the move.]
[Enoch doesn't even check his tablet until that night, having recently nearly dehydrated himself to death and spurred very handily to begin eating again. Between that and exhaustion, his day once he arrived at this bus station has been nothing but eating and sleeping.]
I'm-...I'm not certain, honestly.
[Sometimes he feels...not good but functional, like he can manage to get by, and then there's times where he's not so sure he's succeeding at keeping himself from falling apart.]
You've changed your username. That's- you're not the one that was here before, are you? You're the one who arrived more recently?
I'm-...I'm not certain, honestly.
[Sometimes he feels...not good but functional, like he can manage to get by, and then there's times where he's not so sure he's succeeding at keeping himself from falling apart.]
You've changed your username. That's- you're not the one that was here before, are you? You're the one who arrived more recently?
[The message is in Akkadian, fluent but presented in a formal, stilted manner. It's overly enunciated, typical for a foreign speaker who really doesn't want to make a mistake and who may or may not have practiced the following sentences aloud to himself for a while.]
My greetings go out to you. This is the keeper of books who wishes to introduce and speak, for he is curious. The chaos tells me you are one who meandered the realm of Akkad?
My greetings go out to you. This is the keeper of books who wishes to introduce and speak, for he is curious. The chaos tells me you are one who meandered the realm of Akkad?
[Okay...this is kind of cute. It takes him a second to parse the stiltedness of it, but considering he recently had a fairly involved conversation with Brian, it doesn't take much.
His Akkadian is pretty much as perfectly fluent as chaos's. Which, now that he has this as a handy point of comparison? Yeah, he's pretty sure his suspicion was not misplaced.]
Akkad was one of the many places I have been, yes. I am from many centuries in the past compared to you. I take it you truly have learned its tongue only from remnants of the past?
His Akkadian is pretty much as perfectly fluent as chaos's. Which, now that he has this as a handy point of comparison? Yeah, he's pretty sure his suspicion was not misplaced.]
Akkad was one of the many places I have been, yes. I am from many centuries in the past compared to you. I take it you truly have learned its tongue only from remnants of the past?
How do you do it, man? How do you let yourself care?!
[Peter's a little salty about mortals right now.]
[Peter's a little salty about mortals right now.]
[Enoch had wanted to say something earlier, when he asked for death videos for entertainment. But then Brian had actually shared some, and after watching too many succumb to the poor lifestyle and old age, watching them die again had hurt too much. Watching Beckett die again hurt too much, and the fact that it had brought the poor vampire himself out of hiding in distress only made it worse. He couldn't bear to look at the conversation anymore after that.]
...I care because I must. It's who I am. They may die here - this place is upsetting enough without us adding to it. How do you stop caring and continue to live with yourself?
[It's soft, and the question, while its contents are accusatory, actually sounds like he's genuinely, sadly, asking.]
...I care because I must. It's who I am. They may die here - this place is upsetting enough without us adding to it. How do you stop caring and continue to live with yourself?
[It's soft, and the question, while its contents are accusatory, actually sounds like he's genuinely, sadly, asking.]
i need your help for an experiment
or someone else is gonna die
or someone else is gonna die
[He'd woken from his nightmare and the fake time raw and weary, left with the pain of loss after loss and the other immortals going cold and distant and Beckett losing himself bit by bit until there was almost nothing left...
He woke, and immediately let sleep take him again, dark and heavy like so many tons of water.
He doesn't know how long he slept, or whether Angel and Rhys have moved on without him, when the tablet's alert manages to bring him to some sense of awareness. He mumbles instructions to read off the message, and the horror of it only barely sinks in as even adrenaline struggles to wake him. His voice is thick and groggy, only mildly alarmed.]
What...what are you talking about, House?
He woke, and immediately let sleep take him again, dark and heavy like so many tons of water.
He doesn't know how long he slept, or whether Angel and Rhys have moved on without him, when the tablet's alert manages to bring him to some sense of awareness. He mumbles instructions to read off the message, and the horror of it only barely sinks in as even adrenaline struggles to wake him. His voice is thick and groggy, only mildly alarmed.]
What...what are you talking about, House?
Enoch? Hi.
[Pause.]
It's, uh, it's Flynn. Carsen. [Because there are so many Flynns in the city and usernames don't exist.]
We haven't talked in a while and I was just, I've been meaning to call – also for a while – but you know how it is. "Oh no, anomalies. Oh no, starvation." [He chuckles awkwardly, then stops, because it's not funny.]
I was just wondering how you're doing, since, you know, we had this whole memory thing going on and Peter wasn't taking it too well and you were both doing the Immortal thing, being... immortal so I was asking myself if you were taking it well, and, anyway, call me back.
If, uh, if you want to, you don't have to, I just mean that... yeah. Bye.
[Pause.]
It's, uh, it's Flynn. Carsen. [Because there are so many Flynns in the city and usernames don't exist.]
We haven't talked in a while and I was just, I've been meaning to call – also for a while – but you know how it is. "Oh no, anomalies. Oh no, starvation." [He chuckles awkwardly, then stops, because it's not funny.]
I was just wondering how you're doing, since, you know, we had this whole memory thing going on and Peter wasn't taking it too well and you were both doing the Immortal thing, being... immortal so I was asking myself if you were taking it well, and, anyway, call me back.
If, uh, if you want to, you don't have to, I just mean that... yeah. Bye.
[It kind of cheers him up, after the confusion of the mingled timelines and the alarming multitude of injections it took to correct them.]
I wasn't...doing what he did, you can rest assured of that. I appreciate the thought, but I fared well in that false future, all things considered. But what he did was born of pain. He just...handled it poorly. I should have stepped in to try to correct him sooner, before he could start-...
[Well. That.]
...Perhaps if he'd had more support from other immortals, he would have been different in the end.
I wasn't...doing what he did, you can rest assured of that. I appreciate the thought, but I fared well in that false future, all things considered. But what he did was born of pain. He just...handled it poorly. I should have stepped in to try to correct him sooner, before he could start-...
[Well. That.]
...Perhaps if he'd had more support from other immortals, he would have been different in the end.
Hey, Enoch? It's me, Jimmy. I'm in the same situation as last time, Castiel's with me and he's fine, just not in control. I'm sure he'd say hello if I could get through to him.
[ Stop babbling and bring it back in, James. ]
I, uh. Just wanted to say thanks, for not giving up on me during that... thing, where time wasn't working right. I know it didn't work as well as you and Castiel hoped it would, and honestly I don't remember a whole lot of what happened there, but it still meant a lot.
[ Stop babbling and bring it back in, James. ]
I, uh. Just wanted to say thanks, for not giving up on me during that... thing, where time wasn't working right. I know it didn't work as well as you and Castiel hoped it would, and honestly I don't remember a whole lot of what happened there, but it still meant a lot.
[This is unexpected... He hadn't thought much of his impact on Jimmy, considering he could never really see it. The only real interaction he'd had with them during that mess was with Castiel, primarily.]
I-...of course I wouldn't give up on you. I couldn't do something like that. You never asked for any of this.
I-...of course I wouldn't give up on you. I couldn't do something like that. You never asked for any of this.
cw: suicide/cannibalism because Nephilim are sad little creatures
warriorscribe
- 2018-01-15 06:57 (UTC) - Expand[This is... difficult.
Beckett knows he's lost two weeks, however temporarily; he would very much like to know what he might have done in those two weeks. Clearly it had gotten him killed. And his last memory before waking in the morgue, the last moment of the night he remembers, having just left Brian behind, is thinking that he really shouldn't get killed. That that would be an irony he'd have trouble living down, and not in a funny way. Now he's faced with talking to Enoch, after one of his other last thoughts have been that he really cannot talk to Enoch, that it wouldn't and could never end well if he meant to do what he meant to do. But it's been two weeks. What has he done?
He died, of course. He might have been... no, really cannot think he'd been wrong.
Not yet.]
You, ah, you should probably know I'm alive.
Beckett knows he's lost two weeks, however temporarily; he would very much like to know what he might have done in those two weeks. Clearly it had gotten him killed. And his last memory before waking in the morgue, the last moment of the night he remembers, having just left Brian behind, is thinking that he really shouldn't get killed. That that would be an irony he'd have trouble living down, and not in a funny way. Now he's faced with talking to Enoch, after one of his other last thoughts have been that he really cannot talk to Enoch, that it wouldn't and could never end well if he meant to do what he meant to do. But it's been two weeks. What has he done?
He died, of course. He might have been... no, really cannot think he'd been wrong.
Not yet.]
You, ah, you should probably know I'm alive.
Beckett...
[He does sound incredibly relieved, but there's a touch of urgency. It still isn't free of the pattern. Clayton had died and revived before they'd met again, too. And then when he died the second time, he didn't come back.]
Are you all right? What penalty do you suffer, can we help?
[We. He's still with them, no matter how burdensome he feels he is.]
[He does sound incredibly relieved, but there's a touch of urgency. It still isn't free of the pattern. Clayton had died and revived before they'd met again, too. And then when he died the second time, he didn't come back.]
Are you all right? What penalty do you suffer, can we help?
[We. He's still with them, no matter how burdensome he feels he is.]
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