[Audio / Commentlog]
[There is a muffled sound of surprise from behind the heavy wooden door. A moment passes and then anyone in the vicinity might hear the mournful cry that echoes from behind the door. There is a brief bit of crashing, several things being overturned. Her voice might be heard through the door by anyone passing.]
No .. No no .. nononono. NO. Not again. Not again. I wasn't alone .. I wasn't alone!! Send me back!!
[Not thinking clearly, she chokes back a sob and barely manages to call out, paying no mind to the journal sitting open on the floor near the desk.]
Kevas?! Van?? .. Remy?? KEVAS?!?!
[The door opens and Talia is standing in its threshold. Her hazel gaze is wide as it falls to the unfamiliar key in the door, and though different from the key she'd had a short time ago on the Elegante, there was no doubt that this was meant for her as well. Wrenching it free of the lock she steps out of the room, cheeks slightly more pronounced than an entirely well nourished persons' might be. If one could see beneath her garments, they would find much the same. The survivors on the Golden Shore had been managing just that; to survive, if not exactly thrive. She is doing well at keeping herself together, but anyone catching sight of her would know that she is only barely doing so. Her wide gaze darts around the hallway, chest heaving as she keeps her panic and hysteria held at bay by sheer will alone.
With no more warning than that the empath's mental cry echoes out, desperately seeking out the one she can't handle being without. She lost her mate once and could never have imagined gaining another within her lifetime. She can't know if he'll hear or if her abilities will even work the same as they did on the ship and shore; it was possible they wouldn't work the same in the Keep at all. However, if she can't find him, the tremulous grip of stability she is holding onto is going to slip and she will break and all hell will break loose.]
[OOC: Anyone with any sort of mental/psychic/empathic sensitivity can please feel free to react to Talia's distress, as they'd notice it the most. She is panicking right now, so is projecting at her strongest; those not gifted with such abilities can feel free to feel ~something~ even if they're not sure what.
Audio/Video responses probably won't be answered until later, game time, as she's having a meltdown atm. ]
No .. No no .. nononono. NO. Not again. Not again. I wasn't alone .. I wasn't alone!! Send me back!!
[Not thinking clearly, she chokes back a sob and barely manages to call out, paying no mind to the journal sitting open on the floor near the desk.]
Kevas?! Van?? .. Remy?? KEVAS?!?!
[The door opens and Talia is standing in its threshold. Her hazel gaze is wide as it falls to the unfamiliar key in the door, and though different from the key she'd had a short time ago on the Elegante, there was no doubt that this was meant for her as well. Wrenching it free of the lock she steps out of the room, cheeks slightly more pronounced than an entirely well nourished persons' might be. If one could see beneath her garments, they would find much the same. The survivors on the Golden Shore had been managing just that; to survive, if not exactly thrive. She is doing well at keeping herself together, but anyone catching sight of her would know that she is only barely doing so. Her wide gaze darts around the hallway, chest heaving as she keeps her panic and hysteria held at bay by sheer will alone.
With no more warning than that the empath's mental cry echoes out, desperately seeking out the one she can't handle being without. She lost her mate once and could never have imagined gaining another within her lifetime. She can't know if he'll hear or if her abilities will even work the same as they did on the ship and shore; it was possible they wouldn't work the same in the Keep at all. However, if she can't find him, the tremulous grip of stability she is holding onto is going to slip and she will break and all hell will break loose.]
[OOC: Anyone with any sort of mental/psychic/empathic sensitivity can please feel free to react to Talia's distress, as they'd notice it the most. She is panicking right now, so is projecting at her strongest; those not gifted with such abilities can feel free to feel ~something~ even if they're not sure what.
Audio/Video responses probably won't be answered until later, game time, as she's having a meltdown atm. ]