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content warning: suicidal ideation

They're gone for good. Yuri...Flynn...

[audio on the Omni can pick up the ambient sounds of churning ocean waves - not the gentle ones of the beach, but the crashing white water along the cliffs. now and then, there's a little distortion from gusts of wind.

Blue speaks in a soft monotone:]

The bond...our bond... Knots undone, but...tethers remain. Dangle. Disconnected.

If I hadn't...become what I became... If this place...wasn't so much for them, then...then, maybe... They could've been happy.

[there's a lapse into silence, save for that ambient sound.]

Where can I go...what can I do? To make it permanent.

My death.

[...]

If I...relinquished my body...to the Tower. Would it protect everyone? From my psionics. Something within that creature's power...

[...]

But then...we wouldn't have encountered those mad Sleepers. The ones whose minds are abuzz with zeal for the Tower itself. Feeding it.

[another long silence with the sea.]

Surely...someone knows. Someone here...can do it. End me. [the monotone starts to get stilted with emotion.] Before I hurt anyone else. Like the monster...I was always feared to be.

Until then, I'll... Keep trying.

Until it sticks. And you're all...a little safer.

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[admittedly, Blue's only getting bits of this - the bits he wants to hear.]

Will it do it?

Stop me...from coming back?

[Hmmm]

The device must be established, but a device should be creatable that would mitigate the inherent peril of your current existence in a stable and non-threatening fashion.

[In fairness, he was the sort to believe anything was possible with technology.]

[and then definitely kill him for good and for real, right. totally same wavelength RIGHT//????]

...You would do this?

I am already interested in something to dampen effects. Perhaps some form of feedback loop. At the very least, if someone skilled in the field requires parts, I will provide them. So I can be of assistance in the effort.

[Hah, well, he wasn't above culling, but he wasn't thinking in those terms because people just came back from the dead around here.]

Then... I'd accept it. The means...to make the cycle stop.

[now, at least. don't get too deep into the work before he snaps out of it and decides living is ok again!!]

cessation of cyclical shenanigans is generally accepted as a positive outcome under most circumstance. I will not make promises that I do not keep, but I will expand upon an effort to achieve the desired lack of functionality of your psychic capacities.

[... uh... yeah, he'd work on it. That was the gist.]

[many words. Blue's certain he didn't get most of it. and without physical presence...hm.]

What happens...if it's in vain...?

Always have a Plan B. And then a Plan C. Then Plan D.

When I was last making doomsday devices for potential use, I had produced eight of them in all before one accidentally went off.

...

Should have made a Plan M for that eventuality. Hindsight.

[...]

You'll have to...keep up with the phases of the cursed moon. And all it effects, too.

If something is to be fashioned, there will be extensive variables to calculate through. Additionally, there is always a certain amount of peril and uncertainty.

[He folded his arms and grunted.]

In a former dream bubble, there was a woman of my acquaintance. Distantly, to be clear. I found her exceptionally unpleasant to speak with and odious in disposition, but she produced stamina draughts, so there was commerce to be had.

She had a similar issue. the particulars were different. She would occasionally enter a berserk rage that she claimed was hunger-related. I don't doubt it. Alchemical treatments, bindings, various methods were used. Ultimately one of the gods was brought to bear in it, and that largely addressed it. But there was always a remote possibility that the treatment might fail if a curse struck.

I recommend a certain mental preparation. No method is ever entirely perfect.

[exhale. so...many words...]

A race, then...to see whether your work even needs to be done before I can...put a stop to this myself.

Yes. A race against temporal limitations, I suppose, would be accurate. Pity the lowblood is not here. She would be useful for that.

Contact me at your leisure.

(OOC: I don't know what your plans are with this in mind. Just let me know if you want to do any further plotting. He's usually around.)

[i will inbox shortly!! to apologize for the efforts being made to design a CLEARLY MURDER THE PSYCHIC machine bc he wants to live woops c':]

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