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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[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.