Ribbons Almark (arcanesansnom) wrote in marinasylum, @ 2011-05-05 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | prospitian monarch, ribbons almark, wayward vagabond |
[Voice / Private // Encrypted | Forward-dated to night time]
[The first thing that Ribbons noticed when he came to was the warmth -- hot, even. He opened his eyes, first in a haze then in sudden sharp focus. Where were the others? Tieria? Regene? Revive?
... Hiling...?
In a panic, he frantically scrolled through what he could of the logs -- what day was it? Who was still here? Was Hiling even here? Unsatisfied of what the network presented to him, he turned his Quantum Brainwaves on --
... no...!
-- what was something that was as natural as breathing was suddenly gone. He clutched at his head -- it must work! It cannot be taken away just like that! But no matter how he hard he tried nothing happened. The plan failing, the Quantum Brainwaves gone -- it only meant one thing: Acumen found out.
Feeling wilted, he peeled off his winter layers, discarding the coat, gloves and scarf, heading towards the door, aiming to look as normal as possible before he --
Hand barely touching the door's knob, it suddenly felt easier to just stay where he was. It was easier to stay in the dark -- do nothing, say nothing and wait until he was lost again, until he was gone from everyone's collective memories before anyone else learned of his failure and treachery.
But there was another person that came to mind -- perhaps not all hope was lost. While there was a chance she would know, perhaps she would understand. And setting up filters as well as he can, he placed his call.]
Hello, Peregrine Mendicant. Do you have a moment?