Liam Kincaid (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
firstofitskind) wrote2020-01-19 04:09 pm
firstofitskind) wrote2020-01-19 04:09 pm
The Causeway, Sunday Late Afternoon
Liam had been holding himself together by, basically, the skin of his teeth ever since they'd left the Sour Nest. It was unfamiliar territory, he needed to be on guard, he could not afford to let himself fall apart.
Then the portal dropped them back off on the island, and everything just hit him like a metaphorical freight train.
He'd been trying so hard to keep the guard's- Tomas, he had a name- memories separate from his own but they were there, they were loud, and it wasn't just him, it was Robert, it was all the bodies Ha'gel had worn through his years of studying various cultures.
There were so many. So many voices, thoughts, memories, all coming through at once. He couldn't do this. He didn't want this.
He needed it to stop.
His face went slack, eyes blank as he retreated inside himself, away from the chaos and the noise of it all. He just wanted it to be quiet again, that wasn't too much to ask, was it?
[ooc: for anyone who might have reason to be around! pings will be slowish while i am at work.]
Then the portal dropped them back off on the island, and everything just hit him like a metaphorical freight train.
He'd been trying so hard to keep the guard's- Tomas, he had a name- memories separate from his own but they were there, they were loud, and it wasn't just him, it was Robert, it was all the bodies Ha'gel had worn through his years of studying various cultures.
There were so many. So many voices, thoughts, memories, all coming through at once. He couldn't do this. He didn't want this.
He needed it to stop.
His face went slack, eyes blank as he retreated inside himself, away from the chaos and the noise of it all. He just wanted it to be quiet again, that wasn't too much to ask, was it?
[ooc: for anyone who might have reason to be around! pings will be slowish while i am at work.]
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Why was her husband a catatonic mess?
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She figured Verity would know what she meant by that, right?
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It had been useful as hell, but toward the end of the journey there she'd started to get the sense that he was struggling to keep it together.
She sighed and fiddled with her sash. "The Iron Shepherds were some fucked up people. The shit he's going to remember from that is going to suck."
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Because she had a lot more of those now! Funny how that happened when you decided you could tank for your party.
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"You'd fit right in with my family," Verity said. "We see scars like birthdays. Signs of survival to fight another day." She looked around. "Okay, but what if we didn't have this talk in the middle of the street. C'mon. The apartment isn't far and you can fill me in on what went down?"
While getting fed and possibly patched up.
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It wasn't like the Mighty Nein ever paid attention to how things were supposed to be done, anyway.
"I can help you get him there," Beau agreed, "but I'm pretty fuckin' wiped myself. It's been -- what, almost two months for me? There's a lot to sort out. I can give you the quick rundown on the way, though."
Given that she kind of really wanted to collapse into bed, preferably with her girlfriend, and not move for a day or two.