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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 20, 2006 21:56:25 GMT -5
Darkness fell hours ago. Dawn had yet to come...And in the room where Reza had been sleeping, the albino awoke. Some creatures wake slowly. Reza woke quickly. His whole body ached from the healing burns, and his skin (what was left of it) felt too tight, like a snake about to shed. The medical scent of the room made him want to gag, and the whole of the shadowed room seemed far too big. Too terribly big and unfamiliar. He closed deep maroon eyes, and started to tremble, feeling the madness rise up within him, driven by panic... And then he began to scream. If it were normal screaming, the ears might be able to shut it out. But it's psychic screaming, shrill and loud, tinted with the emotions of mad panic, and fear. It's the start of a fit. IF he were home, safe and secure, he would be bound, blindfolded and a psychic barrier placed around him until he wore himself out, or responded to someone. But he's not home. He's in the posession of another tribe, and feeling too far away from his own people for comfort, and feeling too close to his past for sanity.
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Mar 27, 2006 14:55:19 GMT -5
Reza....REZA.... The words came blurilly through Reza's madness-panicked mind. and then clearer: Where are you?
He shivered, curled up on the bed, and sobbed. Trying to make sense of his surroundings, and failing. "I don't know, Sharky..." A room? he offered the voice in his head. Genius, kid. Are you in town? No. Not in Town. Somewhere. It hurts. I think I'm dying... You're alive. Calm down. I can hear you from the Mall, quite well, and I don't know who else can. Shield yourself dumbass. Focus. He tried to do as he was told. Okay...
The telepathic touch faded, and Reza whimpered.
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Apr 1, 2006 0:31:05 GMT -5
What's it smell like, Kiddo, came Jish's mind-voice. Smell? What's a Smell? Reza blinked. Oh yes. Smell. One of the senses. Bad. Bleach. Cleaners. Band-aids. He relaxed as he focused on this 'quest'. Describing his surroundings. I'm in a room. On a bed. It smells like bleach, chlorine, something like that. Where am I ?? And then it all came back. Not the memmory or sense of location, the terror of having no clue of where the hell you were, and being alone. In the Dark.
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Apr 1, 2006 0:48:31 GMT -5
Will you let Sasha use your eyes? It didn't even make sense to him But whatever. Anything to get out of here, to be safe in some cramped, tight spot, among the Rodrae again, where their mind-touch was close and gentle. YES.
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Post by Sasha har Rodrae on Apr 1, 2006 0:56:01 GMT -5
Sasha, whose blind eyes were already closed, nudged his way across the web and into Reza's senses. He rifled around for a moment until he found the other har's eyes and blinked around. Sometimes he wondered why it was so dark when he looked out of other hara's eyes and then he would remember that his second sight didn't distinguish between daylight and night time.
Alright, he said as he looked around, searching for a name, for anything. Reza's eyes fell upon a small plaque and Sasha muttered something not to be repeated again. Can you like, move your head to the right? he asked finally, as he couldn't work out what was written on the plague.
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Apr 1, 2006 0:57:34 GMT -5
Turning his head in the direction indicated, Reza asked Sasha, "Is that better? What do you see?"
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Post by Sasha har Rodrae on Apr 1, 2006 1:01:36 GMT -5
Well, I see what you see, mostly, was Sasha's witty reply. He scanned what he could see for several minutes and then laughed silently along the web. I reckon you're in St. Bridgett's, Reza. Jish's gonna come along and rescue you, how's that sound?
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Apr 1, 2006 1:14:33 GMT -5
The hospital? Reza asked, blinking. Calming. Oh. He looked around again. I guess so. But how do we get me out of here?
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Post by Sasha har Rodrae on Apr 1, 2006 1:19:04 GMT -5
Well, said Sasha, still happily using Reza's sight, Jish will come and get someone to help him to heal you and then he'll take you home, probably and ask why you ended up in the hospital... why are you here?
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Post by Reza har Rodrae on Apr 1, 2006 1:21:38 GMT -5
I'd suspect it's because I'm hurt but I can't find the light switch to see how bad, and I don't feel like getting up. came Reza's reply as he sat up with a wince and a hiss.
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