A cry for help

[thespaceopera]

[a distress call has been tracked across the void, finally leading back to the source. a hulking crippled ship, teeming with hostile alien life, now lies before you.

what do you do? do you dive in or hang back? are you here to learn, play, build, or observe?

however you choose to proceed, your audience is out there somewhere, watching.]


ooc: here is a good ol' themed mingle to get you all started! and don't feel limited by the prompts and what they describe--they're just there as idea-starters, so feel free to go anywhere and do anything.

have fun!

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[killedwithlove]

[The soldiers are advancing, and then suddenly a hand curls on Tek, flinching and curling almost too tight and followed by a soft shush as Cole tries to draw Tek back into the shadows with him.]

Be quiet, be still.

jesus christ cole

[heresyandlace]

[it is almost impossible to sneak up on Tek. whether something is living or dead or an incorporeal residue left behind on the walls, Tek can sense it.

so, when something is suddenly there, where there had previously been absolutely nothing, it takes every ounce of his willpower not to automatically lash out. his energy even spikes--a well of death energy surging up to the surface, ready to be released at a target. he feels it sharp in his fingertips, prickling blood and nerves like an overdose of adrenaline, and barely manages to swallow it back down as he's pulled backward.

the only thing at all that keeps him in check, is the fact that Cole's aura registers immediately as familiar, as much as it is sudden.

he still hisses through his teeth as he startles, though, twisting his head to stare in disbelief.]

--You.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole staggers under the wave of death, hand almost slipping and then tightening. Blood trickles from his nose and down to his lip as he fights to keep control and keep them hidden, pulling Tek into the protection of his distortion.]

Shh. I can't keep them from seeing if you fight me.

[heresyandlace]

[Tek is sure that he will be fine without help, but he isn't feeling much like putting up an argument over it, suddenly. for once, he's unsettled and alarmed enough to shut up. just for now. just while he collects himself.

and, quietly, he's just as curious as he is wary. upset and rattled and fascinated, he goes as quiet as he can.]

[killedwithlove]

[Cole keeps them there, quiet, close, hidden in the shadows and in his powers while the soldiers go by, unaware of their presence.

Once they're gone, he lets go of Tek.]

It's easier to hide than fight.

[heresyandlace]

[and once he's released, Tek comes back to life. he twists around, unnecessarily shrugging away, until there is a full step or two between them.]

What was that? What did you do?

[killedwithlove]

I made them not notice us.

[He twists his fingers together.]

I've been making them not notice me. It's harder with two people.

[heresyandlace]

But how?

[as if this is the first unexplainable thing about Cole that he's run into.]

You shouldn't be able to hide from me.

[killedwithlove]

[Cole stares blankly.]

I just do it. I had to learn to make people see me. It's not like that now.

[heresyandlace]

[--and, oh, something finally clicks. it may have taken him this long to finally accept any of Cole's explanations of himself as possibly true.

it's difficult for dragons to ever alter their worldviews, so he just... bends information until it fits into his. and something has finally popped into place and made sense.]

...So, before, you were naturally undetectable all the time. [--stated, instead of asked.]

[killedwithlove]

Yes.

[Because he was. Only Rhys could see him, hear him. He was forgotten and invisible.]

I'm not like that now. I changed.