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- bolin: andi,
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- diluc ragnvindr: samuel,
- fern: pan,
- kainé: ava,
- keith: sailor g,
- lance: charley,
- luz noceda: pedro,
- makoto kino: mesi,
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- tinya wazzo: argustar,
- uchiha sasuke: simcha,
- varian: tf
video -> voice | un: sharpshooter (april 2nd)
( cw: alcohol/substance abuse and visible corruption symptoms. )
[At first, the post opens with video. Lance is using his omen for this because he's probably too intoxicated to operate the omni. Corruption has started to increase again and rapidly given what he's trying to announce. The scar over his left eye looks a bit bigger and his iris of that eye is a glowing, crackling electric blue. He's not looking at the 'camera', his expression trained hard on the table in front of him as he grapples with the pain of loss.]
So… Hunk's gone… [In real time, the scar over his eye grows length-wise and cracks open horizontally and the darkness of space seems to be underneath: black void with stars and a nebula. The glowing light of his eye flashes brighter and seems to overtake the rest of his eye.] …baaaack to th' sea.
[His speech is a bit slurred and his hand comes up to his forehead as he leans to brace his elbow on the table. He looks at his omen and his brow furrows.] Valor, this's audio, right?
[What sounds like an 'oops' comes from his omen and then the video cuts out. There's the sound of a heavy, rattled breath being let out from Lance before he continues.] Whatever, not like it matters, [snort] as if I'm even gonna remember, right?
…Oh yeah… anyone in town got some memory findin' powers? I'm missin' some, so I need you to like… reach into my head hole or whatever.
[A breath is heaved, but it sounds shallow and wet, like there's something wrong with his lungs. Then the sound of a glass clinking on something.] Anyway, here's to th' ocean! I'm gon' go yell at her to give me my bro back. Later.
[There's the sound of a scraping chair as he gets up, and then the loud thump and crash of someone immediately fumbling their footing because they're too messed up and falling to the floor.] Oww…
[At first, the post opens with video. Lance is using his omen for this because he's probably too intoxicated to operate the omni. Corruption has started to increase again and rapidly given what he's trying to announce. The scar over his left eye looks a bit bigger and his iris of that eye is a glowing, crackling electric blue. He's not looking at the 'camera', his expression trained hard on the table in front of him as he grapples with the pain of loss.]
So… Hunk's gone… [In real time, the scar over his eye grows length-wise and cracks open horizontally and the darkness of space seems to be underneath: black void with stars and a nebula. The glowing light of his eye flashes brighter and seems to overtake the rest of his eye.] …baaaack to th' sea.
[His speech is a bit slurred and his hand comes up to his forehead as he leans to brace his elbow on the table. He looks at his omen and his brow furrows.] Valor, this's audio, right?
[What sounds like an 'oops' comes from his omen and then the video cuts out. There's the sound of a heavy, rattled breath being let out from Lance before he continues.] Whatever, not like it matters, [snort] as if I'm even gonna remember, right?
…Oh yeah… anyone in town got some memory findin' powers? I'm missin' some, so I need you to like… reach into my head hole or whatever.
[A breath is heaved, but it sounds shallow and wet, like there's something wrong with his lungs. Then the sound of a glass clinking on something.] Anyway, here's to th' ocean! I'm gon' go yell at her to give me my bro back. Later.
[There's the sound of a scraping chair as he gets up, and then the loud thump and crash of someone immediately fumbling their footing because they're too messed up and falling to the floor.] Oww…
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[It's a directness he doesn't seem to care about at this point and he is still rather out of it. Corrupt and intoxicated are not the best combo, but they seem to keep him from tilting too far into a bad direction… at least he likes to think so.]
Uh… when I what?
[Definitely too out of it to figure out what she's trying to say.]
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[ It doesn't feel as important as the current moment - even though it still makes her feel kind of guilty that she may have been so fixated on her own feelings in the moment that she hadn't even properly noticed his own trouble. ]
I'm sure you've been getting this a lot too, but.. have you seen a healer? Or, um, a night walker. [ That's how it's supposed to work in this place when you get corrupted, right? Aren't they supposed to be able to do something about it, if even the people close to Lance haven't been able to drag him back to normal yet? ]
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Like... today?
[Though he can't recall in a reliable way how recently he's seen a healer or anyone else supposed to be able to help, he has technically seen one.]
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In general?
[ It's her instinctive answer to that, before she seems to think a little more, frowning and then adding: ]
Recently.
[ Look, she won't let it fly if he saw one months ago when he's clearly doing badly right now. But if it was yesterday or the day before that, then it at least means he's been in touch with someone who can help recently enough. ]
this is ancient, feel free to ignore
...Yes?
[A pause as he looks out ahead at the ocean, not really fully grasping why she is asking that. But the way he sees it, this is the truth:]
I'm gonna see someone about it soon.