06-28-2017, 12:02 PM
William wasn't dying, but he did happen to be sporting a collapsed lung and the kind of internal bruising that comes when you end up in a bar fight and lose. Or an angry ex who really, really liked to throw things.
He was visibly grateful for the hand in getting Sepúlveda into the car, poor bloodied deceptively-heavy man. He half noticed Ned, looked almost confused for a moment before making the connection that this must be Ned. That or Margot hangs out with intimidating people who feel like drowning, He's wary, skirts the edges of that person Working. Play it cool.
He's distracted enough that he almost missed Margot's question. "What?"
Where is it?
"Shadowlands," he finally replied, "it's fine. Too tired to do much." Said in a way that is at once dismissive and attempting to be reassuring. Any time someone says it's fine, it is most assuredly not fine.
"This guy is on trial-" he starts, conserves words and air because breathing really was unpleasant- "and I'm there because our ghost friend needed someone there. So I'm sitting in on this case and that Jensen guy- the one on trial- does this thing-" he half gestured, but realized he jostled Sepúlveda so he stopped "- he must've been preparing that effect for months because suddenly every sleeper in there goes down hard. And you can't fucking do that shit without reality noticing.
"I bolted. Ran into Sepúlveda in the hall, we ducked into a closet, and reality is Setting An Example. Guy racked up enough paradox that anyone close enough to the blast took it. Doc did something- don't know what, didn't check- and we'd probably be dying in the damn closet if he hadn't."
He was visibly grateful for the hand in getting Sepúlveda into the car, poor bloodied deceptively-heavy man. He half noticed Ned, looked almost confused for a moment before making the connection that this must be Ned. That or Margot hangs out with intimidating people who feel like drowning, He's wary, skirts the edges of that person Working. Play it cool.
He's distracted enough that he almost missed Margot's question. "What?"
Where is it?
"Shadowlands," he finally replied, "it's fine. Too tired to do much." Said in a way that is at once dismissive and attempting to be reassuring. Any time someone says it's fine, it is most assuredly not fine.
"This guy is on trial-" he starts, conserves words and air because breathing really was unpleasant- "and I'm there because our ghost friend needed someone there. So I'm sitting in on this case and that Jensen guy- the one on trial- does this thing-" he half gestured, but realized he jostled Sepúlveda so he stopped "- he must've been preparing that effect for months because suddenly every sleeper in there goes down hard. And you can't fucking do that shit without reality noticing.
"I bolted. Ran into Sepúlveda in the hall, we ducked into a closet, and reality is Setting An Example. Guy racked up enough paradox that anyone close enough to the blast took it. Doc did something- don't know what, didn't check- and we'd probably be dying in the damn closet if he hadn't."