Shit, now what...[he's close enough to Nill so he doesn't need to use the communicator to talk to her (or anyone else for that matter). It's more like he's trying to figure out the alert noise, flipping through screens the wristlet shows via hologram. There has to be something to at least getting it to stop making noise, right?]
[ She does the same, searching through the bracelet to see if there was any way to silence the incessant noise.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
She knows. They know. So quiet. She doesn't need the reminder. It's dangerous, it's always dangerous. With each alert her blood pressure rises. It reminds her of the labs, the silent beeping of the monitor. She doesn't need this reminder. Go away. Stop.
[His haste isn't because the noise bothers him. Sure, it's fucking annoying and maybe if he was younger, he'd fall into the same category as Nill (reminded of places they never want to think about again).
It's for Nill he searches so hastily, both the atmosphere around them and his own temper fusing to make him just a little more aggravated than normal at such things.
He needs to keep Nill safe, no matter the cost. And he wants to know why it's beeping now when they all already knew how bad it was.
How much worse was it going to get?] This is... [He grips the wrist piece a little tighter, smashes his info on the touch screen just a little harder, and goddamn it, what was a database full of supposed survival tactics good for if you couldn't find anything when needed most.]
really. he's getting better at this, it feels like. he's getting better at knowing where threat lies, when threat lies. what qualifies as a 'moment of vulnerability'.
pity. if he had learned it a little sooner, then...
ah. but he still hasn't learned to recognise those traits in himself, and that's where the interest lies. will he have it in him to be surprised, this time? if he were to wake to a room filled with broken limbs and dead bodies. ]
You must be pleased.
... I wonder how long he can spare that sort of time. With the red zones closing in.
[ he tips his head back; the speakers register the shift in the origin of his voice, the low creak of the leather on his seat. ]
How long until he loses himself again, I wonder?... I'd like it if you could see it, this time.
[ She imagines that this is the man that haunts Heine. One of them, at least. There are many things that trouble Heine and here was one of the ghosts. A disembodied voice coming from her bracelet. This strange exists, but doesn't at the same time.
His words twist her thoughts. Pulling her along in silent conversation. Words that she will never type in response. Subdued thoughts that never surface.
"Pleased" isn't the right word in this situation. She is glad that he is here, but the danger is still there. Heine is stern, serious as he always is but he's worried. The twitch of his eyebrow, the thin line of his lips, the tensing of shoulders. It all gives it away.
You are wrong, Sir.
But her own lips purse in concern, his worry translating to her own. The stranger's words hint at the cause, registering stronger than the whispering voices of the mist. ]
I will save Heine.
[ Someday.
Yes.
Someday.
She will save him from the ghosts that haunt him. ]
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
She knows. They know. So quiet. She doesn't need the reminder. It's dangerous, it's always dangerous. With each alert her blood pressure rises. It reminds her of the labs, the silent beeping of the monitor. She doesn't need this reminder. Go away. Stop.
Wings flutter.
Agitated. ]
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It's for Nill he searches so hastily, both the atmosphere around them and his own temper fusing to make him just a little more aggravated than normal at such things.
He needs to keep Nill safe, no matter the cost. And he wants to know why it's beeping now when they all already knew how bad it was.
How much worse was it going to get?] This is... [He grips the wrist piece a little tighter, smashes his info on the touch screen just a little harder, and goddamn it, what was a database full of supposed survival tactics good for if you couldn't find anything when needed most.]
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The snake hisses a warning and she glances toward Heine.
What do we do? ]
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Why is your bracelet beeping?
[OMG it's a bomb!]
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[ CRIES ]
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Just the red.
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It's like you don't trust him.
[ of course he'd come for her. even she must know. isn't that why she's here, now? trying to get to him. ]
... He's coming already, isn't he.
Are you still nervous?
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He is already here.
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really. he's getting better at this, it feels like. he's getting better at knowing where threat lies, when threat lies. what qualifies as a 'moment of vulnerability'.
pity. if he had learned it a little sooner, then...
ah. but he still hasn't learned to recognise those traits in himself, and that's where the interest lies. will he have it in him to be surprised, this time? if he were to wake to a room filled with broken limbs and dead bodies. ]
You must be pleased.
... I wonder how long he can spare that sort of time. With the red zones closing in.
[ he tips his head back; the speakers register the shift in the origin of his voice, the low creak of the leather on his seat. ]
How long until he loses himself again, I wonder?... I'd like it if you could see it, this time.
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His words twist her thoughts. Pulling her along in silent conversation. Words that she will never type in response. Subdued thoughts that never surface.
"Pleased" isn't the right word in this situation. She is glad that he is here, but the danger is still there. Heine is stern, serious as he always is but he's worried. The twitch of his eyebrow, the thin line of his lips, the tensing of shoulders. It all gives it away.
You are wrong, Sir.
But her own lips purse in concern, his worry translating to her own. The stranger's words hint at the cause, registering stronger than the whispering voices of the mist. ]
I will save Heine.
[ Someday.
Yes.
Someday.
She will save him from the ghosts that haunt him. ]
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