Cassandra "scoffs with compassion" Igarashi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
queenofseers) wrote2018-02-02 10:02 am
queenofseers) wrote2018-02-02 10:02 am
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He has... troubles with his confidence, doesn't he?
That's putting it mildly. But he's getting better, at least.
Probably a month? I don't fucking know how it works. I'm just trying to get shit done before other shit hits the fan. Again, why?
No. And I don't think I should be telling people even if he did. It's pretty fucking worrying sometimes.
Hey, have you been paying attention to the network?
Something is happening that I think the group should know about.
In case you are not noticing, things are showing up, and people here, not imports, but natives, are remembering them as if they were always here.
Something is happening that I think the group should know about.
In case you are not noticing, things are showing up, and people here, not imports, but natives, are remembering them as if they were always here.
Of course I am. That’s what I was making that post about- but people kept being dipshits anyway, and now we’ve got MORE to deal with.
Truly it never ends.
[ Yes, she is frustrated. ]
Truly it never ends.
[ Yes, she is frustrated. ]
Umh...
[it's very strange to see a ceiling of all things, when the last thing he'd been properly looking at was sky. the rest was a mess, though: some kind of explosive, feverish montage of shapes, colors, and sensations that all came crashing down on him in a confusing blast, and now...this.
he feels pretty awful, too! that residual stinging of a body in distress, still quietly laboring to regulate from the trauma of the mis-conjure; it feels weird to just turn on his side and peer around where he's at -- weirder still to see--]
Cass...?
[it's very strange to see a ceiling of all things, when the last thing he'd been properly looking at was sky. the rest was a mess, though: some kind of explosive, feverish montage of shapes, colors, and sensations that all came crashing down on him in a confusing blast, and now...this.
he feels pretty awful, too! that residual stinging of a body in distress, still quietly laboring to regulate from the trauma of the mis-conjure; it feels weird to just turn on his side and peer around where he's at -- weirder still to see--]
Cass...?
Yeah.
Some of it is... even weirder.
Someone here found comics with their lives depicted in them. Accurately.
Some of it is... even weirder.
Someone here found comics with their lives depicted in them. Accurately.
Perhaps one day he'll have more confidence.
Until then, I'll do my best to help him with it.
Until then, I'll do my best to help him with it.
[ Upon hearing his voice, Cassandra- who had gotten him into his bed using her powers and has been sitting in a chair next to him- jerks up. She's been sitting there, tired and a still quite shaken, distractedly staring off into space. Mostly she'd been thinking about what she'd have done if Bodhi hadn't shown up, and...well, she's not sure. And she doesn't like that she's not.
In any case, though she doesn't look it, she's relieved to hear him speak. She sits up and leans forward a little, studying him, trying to make sure he's not still too hurt. ]
Hey- hey. Yeah, it's me. How are you feeling?
In any case, though she doesn't look it, she's relieved to hear him speak. She sits up and leans forward a little, studying him, trying to make sure he's not still too hurt. ]
Hey- hey. Yeah, it's me. How are you feeling?
That one's new. But is it from their world? Or something else entirely?
That's good of you, you know. I know you're way older than him in teenager years, but he doesn't really have friends his age. I wish he did.
I haven't gotten that info yet. The conversation is moving slow.
I'm... [he grimaces and grunts with the effort to sit up, finding his shoulder and adjacent side quite painful to shift around with.]Sore.
[while rubbing his upper arm, he glimpses at fresh bandages.]
...What happened? I don't remember. [and that bothers him. a lot. it's plain in the way his expression pinches and his voice goes quieter.]
[while rubbing his upper arm, he glimpses at fresh bandages.]
...What happened? I don't remember. [and that bothers him. a lot. it's plain in the way his expression pinches and his voice goes quieter.]
At least the fact that it’s still going on tells us whether or not we have to keep worrying about it. Not that I’d stop, but I’m sure some people would.
[ Cassandra rubs her forehead and sighs. ]
Frankly, I have no idea. You did your...conjuring thing and it went through you. I didn’t even know that was possible.
Then- do you know Bodhi? He’s a friend of Poe’s. He was passing by, and he’s got healing powers. If he hadn’t showed up...
[ She shouldn’t show Martin how worried about that she is. She stops herself and switches tone. ]
Well, you’re patched up now. How is it, can you move your arm?
Frankly, I have no idea. You did your...conjuring thing and it went through you. I didn’t even know that was possible.
Then- do you know Bodhi? He’s a friend of Poe’s. He was passing by, and he’s got healing powers. If he hadn’t showed up...
[ She shouldn’t show Martin how worried about that she is. She stops herself and switches tone. ]
Well, you’re patched up now. How is it, can you move your arm?
[he considers all this quietly, because it is quite a lot more than he expected! that first part...through him, she said? his eyes wince.]
I...messed up? [obviously, he thinks, pushing himself up with his good elbow until he can sit upright and turn, legs dangling over the edge.]
I-I can't, just-- [he says preemptively, then gives his arm a slow lift, wincing. through a hiss:] Shoulder...! [realizing:] It...it went the wrong way. Didn't it...? I miscast...
I...messed up? [obviously, he thinks, pushing himself up with his good elbow until he can sit upright and turn, legs dangling over the edge.]
I-I can't, just-- [he says preemptively, then gives his arm a slow lift, wincing. through a hiss:] Shoulder...! [realizing:] It...it went the wrong way. Didn't it...? I miscast...
Indeed. This is something different, and it worries me.
This whole place worries me, sometimes.
[ He rubs his face, feeling tired. ]
This whole place worries me, sometimes.
[ He rubs his face, feeling tired. ]
[ Cassandra reaches out as Martin sits up, holding out a hand to support him as he goes. ]
I guess that's what you'd say. To me it just looked wrong.
[ Among other things. It's hard not to remember the awful cries he'd made when he was hurt, looking at him now. For once she knows to hold back on that. ]
Okay, I get that's not something that should happen, but- it does happen, you're saying? Sometimes?
I guess that's what you'd say. To me it just looked wrong.
[ Among other things. It's hard not to remember the awful cries he'd made when he was hurt, looking at him now. For once she knows to hold back on that. ]
Okay, I get that's not something that should happen, but- it does happen, you're saying? Sometimes?
What, only sometimes? You haven't really adjusted to living here unless you're in a state of worry every waking moment.
I'm paranoid, but I rarely let myself worry.
I guess I will learn.
I guess I will learn.
Perhaps we should do some sort of matchmaking for him.
But a matchmaking event for friends?
But a matchmaking event for friends?
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