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Voices from Heaven ([personal profile] thespaceopera) wrote in [community profile] driftfleet2015-10-20 11:18 am

...And also these.

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  • tothefly: (under fire)

    [personal profile] tothefly 2015-11-05 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [It's a lot of feeling to process. She's used to keeping her own emotions at a distance, in a box. Irrelevant to most of the process of her life, only brought out to be used, occasionally to inform a decision. She isn't used to this, this weight. But she knows what loneliness is, and in pursuit of an answer, she can bear it. She knows what it means to be a monster, to truly be a monster. To let that word become a wall. It's almost more tolerable, once the weight reaches this point.]

    [Her fingers twitch involuntarily on the books in her lap, and she faintly feels them constrict, creak, almost like they're covered. Gloves? She's beginning to have some idea whose mind she's in now, and feels as though she might be interrupting. Invading. Forcing her hands to move, she lifts the books, replacing them on the top of the stack, taking a deep breath in and releasing it slowly, waiting for the feeling to lift.]
    touchofrogue: (I See | Meditation | My Path)

    [personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-11-05 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
    [Indeed, as soon as Natasha sets the books down, the feeling lifts. It leaves only an echo, and the echo only lingers for a moment, maybe two, before the oppression is part of Natasha's past.

    There is no other change in the room, the fire flickers in the coffee table, the knife stuck into the end table by Natasha casts a long shadow. The wind has never stopped blowing, and still it howls, whispers, and occasionally rattles the window frame.]
    tothefly: (Default)

    [personal profile] tothefly 2015-11-05 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)

    [The next breath is unfettered by weight, and she is acutely aware of the feeling of her lungs expanding, of a lightness in her shoulders, through her limbs. Her fingers close and open on air. No more gloves. No more of that weight. She hopes the woman this room belongs to doesn't feel that all the time. No one should have to, especially when it's undeserved. She's seen little to indicate any amount of deserving that.]

    I'm sorry.

    [Sorry Rogue's felt that way, or sorry she's intruded? It could be both. Either way, the words are spoken to the room at large, to wherever the manifestation of Rogue is hiding. Leaning in towards the table, she holds her hands out towards the small glow of warmth.]

    touchofrogue: (And the Fire Said...)

    [personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-11-08 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
    [The fire stirs a little at Natasha's voice, but when she stretches her hands out to the flame that's enough for the curling fire to... stand? It probably looks a little strange, something so flickering and curling approximating the human motions of leaning on an elbow, tucking feet under, shifting weight and propelling itself upward to form who may very well be the person Natasha expects.]

    For?

    [The flame!Rogue doesn't seem upset or offended, just perhaps a little surprised, as if Natasha had made a remark out of place remark in the midst of a conversation.]
    tothefly: (no time)

    [personal profile] tothefly 2015-11-10 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
    Intruding, mostly.

    [She hadn't been expecting a reply, and most definitely not from the fire itself. She withdraws her hands, leans in just a little closer, a little surprised but not very.]

    I wouldn't want people poking around in my head without asking permission first.
    touchofrogue: (And the Fire Said...)

    [personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-11-11 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
    [Oh, that.]

    Well, that would be a preference. Or... not pokin' around at all would be nice too. But I ain't in much position ta mind it.

    [Her job is to play tour guide right now, after all, to facilitate or guard if necessary, just enough to make sure that nothing would get permanently messed up.]

    Though if ya want out there are two ways of goin' 'bout it.
    tothefly: (hrm)

    [personal profile] tothefly 2015-11-13 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
    You wouldn't be, would you? Guess Atroma doesn't mind doing a little tampering to make us draw these things out.

    [The comment is almost muttered to herself, followed by a shrug.]

    Not that you aren't being perfectly hospitable, but how do I get out?
    touchofrogue: (And the Fire Said...)

    [personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-11-13 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
    Touch the mirror or play the game.

    [The mirror was shattered, hung in its frame over the mantle. The checkerboard was set to play, already by the window.]
    tothefly: (Default)

    [personal profile] tothefly 2015-11-19 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)

    Guess I've got time for a game or two.

    [The mirror is shattered. Reminds her a little too much of parts of her own mind, dusty corners she doesn't explore. But games, on the other hand...she's always been good at games. With a shrug she stands, and heads towards the window, fingers brushing the handle of the knife embedded in the table as she passes it.]

    touchofrogue: (And the Fire Said...)

    [personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-11-20 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
    Alright. You can always grab somethin' ta eat on the way, since it'll be a little while.

    [The game was the kinder option, really. In her current state, Rogue didn't mind either, but if she remembered she'd be grateful for it later.

    As soon as Natasha's hand brushes the handle of the knife, her senses abruptly sharpen, increase to the point where it is immediately noticeable. She's stronger, she sees more sharply, and it's a good thing too. Because the light in the room changes, the colors growing darker. The blankets and other signs of comfort disappear. The guitar beneath the mantle is replaced by a set of katanas, perfectly matched and well-balanced.

    A heavy scent of cigar smoke drifts into the room, though there is no cigar present.

    And the crackling of the fire may grow louder - or perhaps it is just her enhanced hearing.]
    tothefly: (pinkies up)

    [personal profile] tothefly 2015-11-20 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
    [Oh. Well, isn't this interesting? It's a rush, to have so much extra sensory information flooding her brain. The feeling of power jumping in her veins. The cigar smoke...even that seems right. Cigars and blades. Masculine things. Just a thought, as the sound of the fire increases, and she turns her head to look that way, seeing what's changed with new eyes.]
    touchofrogue: (And the Fire Said...)

    [personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-11-21 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
    [She may be able to see the figure in the flame more clearly now, see Rogue's features more clearly as opposed to just the flickering of the flame.]

    Don't hold onto it too long. Once he comes out all the way, he's hard ta put back.
    tothefly: (casual)

    [personal profile] tothefly 2015-11-23 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
    [Yep, the girl on fire over there is definitely Rogue. And while Natasha can admit to curiosity regarding whoever this mysterious 'he' is, she doesn't need to know badly enough to risk whatever might happen. The stack of books has shown her that experiences in this room are bound to be visceral. So she lets go of the knife handle, and waits for things to return to normal.]

    There someone else taking up space in your head?


    [Just a question. A valid one, honestly.]
    touchofrogue: (And the Fire Said...)

    [personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-11-23 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
    [As Natasha releases the knife, the super senses recede, the katanas fade back into the guitar, her strength becomes her own. The only thing that lingers is the rich scent of cigar smoke.]

    Kinda. [She raised one hand and see-sawed it back and forth.] It's complicated.

    [And since she's in tour-guide mode, Rogue even continues!] It's a lot better'n it used ta be. Used ta be, that wind didn't stay outside.
    Edited 2015-11-23 00:55 (UTC)
    tothefly: (over there)

    [personal profile] tothefly 2015-11-23 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
    Maybe you'll tell me about it sometime.

    [It's not a bad smell. Just...complicated. Like Rogue says. She breathes deeply, noting it; exhales, looking towards the window.]

    You learned how to close the window?
    touchofrogue: (And the Fire Said...)

    [personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-11-23 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
    Not exactly. [That was complicated too.] More like... started ta learn how ta do somethin' with the wind.
    tothefly: (get real)

    [personal profile] tothefly 2015-11-24 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
    Sounds like that's another long story.

    [She keeps moving towards the game she's been promised, but pauses before touching it to look back at Rogue.]

    Any surprises here I should look out for?
    touchofrogue: (And the Fire Said...)

    [personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-11-25 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
    Shouldn't be. It's just a checker game.

    [And in this case, that really was all they were.]
    tothefly: (Default)

    [personal profile] tothefly 2015-11-26 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)

    [She's been more or less forthcoming so far, and Natasha is prepared for the possibility that she might not be--or might not be aware of what waits in this game. She's met some of these...avatars, she guesses, who weren't completely aware of the things hidden in their rooms. But there's no other way out, aside from that mirror she doesn't want to touch.]

    In my experience, there's not much that's just a game.

    [Still, she reaches out. Red. She always plays red, games like this.]

    touchofrogue: (And the Fire Said...)

    [personal profile] touchofrogue 2015-11-27 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
    Well, if there's a bear trap in it, it's more'n I know.

    [And in this case, it's really just a game. Natasha can either bring it over or play against the room. It won't matter who wins or who loses, at the end a puzzle piece would appear by where Natasha sat.]