11-08-2017, 06:59 PM
'Dislike' isn't the term he would normally use for this place. Ambivalent is better. It was a secluded building with multiple stories that allowed for him to do work without anybody stumbling upon his lab, and for a time nothing happened to bring someone home bleeding and carrying on. This place has no negative association for him, in spite of the fact the place used to be an actual breeding ground for infernalist minions.
He doesn't make it more than four steps from the door before the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. An oppressive feeling of unbound electricity and animal ferocity both, Kiara can see the way he stops dead in his tracks, his eyes unblinking behind his glasses, as he digests the fact that whatever happened here tonight, even the energy in the place is repellent to him now.
This place feels more the Verbena's style than his. It's rare that she sees the Etherite uneasy, as it's rare that the Etherite believes himself to have no control over the situation. For the seconds that he stands collecting himself, his pulse increases and a thin sheen of sweat springs up on his palms. It will get worse the closer to the library they get.
"Come on," he said when he could speak again.
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So: the library looks like a small skirmish took place there. Andrés was able to look back far enough to see what, exactly, happened. He had a vague idea of who needed medical treatment and who was just fucked, mentally, but then he would have said the latter about Will even on a good day. A Mindscape isn't anything to joke about.
"You know," he says in an audible aside to Kiara, "I'm getting real tired of seeing them covered in blood."
Since he already knows what the hell happened, he doesn't ask. He doesn't say he's glad to see they're still alive, either, but there are a lot of things he hasn't said to them over the last two years. To Kiara, too. He shares a last look with her, like to make sure they're on the same page, then heads over to assess Ned while she tends to Margot.
Will is going to have to wait. Sorry, buddy.
He doesn't make it more than four steps from the door before the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. An oppressive feeling of unbound electricity and animal ferocity both, Kiara can see the way he stops dead in his tracks, his eyes unblinking behind his glasses, as he digests the fact that whatever happened here tonight, even the energy in the place is repellent to him now.
This place feels more the Verbena's style than his. It's rare that she sees the Etherite uneasy, as it's rare that the Etherite believes himself to have no control over the situation. For the seconds that he stands collecting himself, his pulse increases and a thin sheen of sweat springs up on his palms. It will get worse the closer to the library they get.
"Come on," he said when he could speak again.
---
So: the library looks like a small skirmish took place there. Andrés was able to look back far enough to see what, exactly, happened. He had a vague idea of who needed medical treatment and who was just fucked, mentally, but then he would have said the latter about Will even on a good day. A Mindscape isn't anything to joke about.
"You know," he says in an audible aside to Kiara, "I'm getting real tired of seeing them covered in blood."
Since he already knows what the hell happened, he doesn't ask. He doesn't say he's glad to see they're still alive, either, but there are a lot of things he hasn't said to them over the last two years. To Kiara, too. He shares a last look with her, like to make sure they're on the same page, then heads over to assess Ned while she tends to Margot.
Will is going to have to wait. Sorry, buddy.
Look. I have school. And RP. And all my other time is taken up by sheer, unreasoning panic. I don't have time for Reddit.
-- ixphaelaeon
-- ixphaelaeon