audio, un: blue

[firstroar]

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.

Comments

[alternia_strength]

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.

[firstroar]

[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.

[alternia_strength]

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.)

[firstroar]

[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':]