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driftfleet2016-06-17 11:05 am
arcanepower) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-17 11:05 am
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[ ... is ignoring you. ]
Who: Belthazar and you!
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Marsiva only.
When: Friday morning
[video;]
[Once again, Belthazar wakes up dazed and shivering. He quickly inspects himself to make sure there are no weird marks he doesn't remember. He still has his robes, thank goodness, but he is beginning to panic about everything else.]
No! No, damn it!
[How much time has passed? The fact that Atroma could send him home and then bring him back without any memory of it terrifies him. His father, his crew, his best friend-- all of them are gone. In this room, right now, he is alone. This probably isn't even the same cycle. He's trapped in this hell, over and over again, never to settle, always to mourn--
He screams in frustration and whirls on the closest piece of furniture. Purple lightning darts from his fingertips, scorching and then exploding his bed. The effort leaves him panting in the silence.
Then he notices his communicator and remembers that there are cameras everywhere. He does the sensible thing and freezes like a deer in headlights.]
... I-is someone there?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: The Marsiva only.
When: Friday morning
[video;]
[Once again, Belthazar wakes up dazed and shivering. He quickly inspects himself to make sure there are no weird marks he doesn't remember. He still has his robes, thank goodness, but he is beginning to panic about everything else.]
No! No, damn it!
[How much time has passed? The fact that Atroma could send him home and then bring him back without any memory of it terrifies him. His father, his crew, his best friend-- all of them are gone. In this room, right now, he is alone. This probably isn't even the same cycle. He's trapped in this hell, over and over again, never to settle, always to mourn--
He screams in frustration and whirls on the closest piece of furniture. Purple lightning darts from his fingertips, scorching and then exploding his bed. The effort leaves him panting in the silence.
Then he notices his communicator and remembers that there are cameras everywhere. He does the sensible thing and freezes like a deer in headlights.]
... I-is someone there?