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thisavrou_log2016-11-12 05:12 pm
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Indoctrination Plot Part 2
Who: Everyone who wants in on this brainwashing/techno-zombie fun times!
When: In the wee hours of the morning, following this PSA, 12.11.2016.
Where: Around the Moira and in a room in the ILR
What: Mass Effect-style brainwashing/techno-zombie fun times!
Warnings: Brainwashing and potential body horror and techno-zombies! Now with more combat!
The crate is gone now. All of their hard work and finally, here they were, ready for the next stage.
In the center of the room, two glowing spires reach for the ceiling, painting everything around it in a gentle, sky blue light.
With the fruit of their efforts laid out around him, Nihlus finally lets himself rest, sitting on the floor before the Monolith, just… staring into the endless glow. Loses himself within it so completely that time slips past like a distant dream. His eyes are watery when he comes back to himself, after images burnt so deeply into the back of his eyes that he’s nearly blinded by it.
There’s a clawed hand on his shoulder, warm and heavy and so achingly familiar.
“Saren,” he murmurs softly, resting his head against his mentor’s forearm, voice cracked with exhaustion, subvocals bleeding with an old, poorly smothered grief.
“I’m so tired.” Closing his eyes, Nihlus turns and presses his brow plates against the black sleeve, trying desperately to suppress the broken notes in his undertones. “I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed you both so much-”
Nihlus.
It’s a voice that’d pulled him back from the brink of death countless of times, cool and steady and utterly unshakeable. A lifeline when he’d been bleeding out, alone in the dark, stranded in the aftermaths of missions gone haywire.
You’ve still got a task to complete.
And just like that, the weight is gone.
Nihlus stays where he is for a little while longer, committing the warmth of that touch to memory.
Slowly pushing himself back to his feet, he slides his helmet on as orange shields flicker to life around the Monolith.
((OOC: Prommpts/starters are in the comments! If you have questions, ask them here!))
When: In the wee hours of the morning, following this PSA, 12.11.2016.
Where: Around the Moira and in a room in the ILR
What: Mass Effect-style brainwashing/techno-zombie fun times!
Warnings: Brainwashing and potential body horror and techno-zombies! Now with more combat!
The crate is gone now. All of their hard work and finally, here they were, ready for the next stage.
In the center of the room, two glowing spires reach for the ceiling, painting everything around it in a gentle, sky blue light.
With the fruit of their efforts laid out around him, Nihlus finally lets himself rest, sitting on the floor before the Monolith, just… staring into the endless glow. Loses himself within it so completely that time slips past like a distant dream. His eyes are watery when he comes back to himself, after images burnt so deeply into the back of his eyes that he’s nearly blinded by it.
There’s a clawed hand on his shoulder, warm and heavy and so achingly familiar.
“Saren,” he murmurs softly, resting his head against his mentor’s forearm, voice cracked with exhaustion, subvocals bleeding with an old, poorly smothered grief.
“I’m so tired.” Closing his eyes, Nihlus turns and presses his brow plates against the black sleeve, trying desperately to suppress the broken notes in his undertones. “I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed you both so much-”
Nihlus.
It’s a voice that’d pulled him back from the brink of death countless of times, cool and steady and utterly unshakeable. A lifeline when he’d been bleeding out, alone in the dark, stranded in the aftermaths of missions gone haywire.
You’ve still got a task to complete.
And just like that, the weight is gone.
Nihlus stays where he is for a little while longer, committing the warmth of that touch to memory.
Slowly pushing himself back to his feet, he slides his helmet on as orange shields flicker to life around the Monolith.
((OOC: Prommpts/starters are in the comments! If you have questions, ask them here!))