Who: Jake and Laura (and Banshee) Where: Forest, near the Sully house What: FrEaKiNg OuT hOlY ffFFFUUUUUCkkk When: THREE WHOLE ENTIRE YEARS (not really) after this thread Open: Possibly to Aaron and/or Marta, later?
Jake was crouched down on a rocky outcropping at a bend in a small river. His eyes were shut, his ears were mostly flat against his head (except for when they went slightly twitch-crazy because bugs holy fuck), his head was bowed and he had his hands clasped behind his neck. His tail was the only thing that moved regularly, and it was lashing around and letting anyone who saw him know just how distressed Jake actually was.
He felt weird. No nausea (yet. Or at all, he hoped), but his head was spinning and he was fairly certain that time was stretching and compressing at the same time.
His stripes! Holy fuck, they were moving. Like those optical illusions where the pattern on the screen looked like it was moving, but it wasn't really, except this time, they really were. If he touched his skin, they moved around his fingers. Which was good, really, as he didn't want his fingers to sink into his skin.
There were bugs, he could hear them chittering and rubbing against each other, and if he risked opening his eyes and looking at certain trees, their bark was nothing but a mass of bugs and he couldn't get too close or they'd swarm over him and get under his skin and that, no, that was... no.
He heard the phone when Sookie mentioned her words having epic colors and that sounded pretty cool until Banshee screeched and turned everything metallic for 3 years or possibly a minute or so, he couldn't tell, not really.
Other trees, the ones that touched the river with their branches and leaves, they were twisting round themselves, branches flowing up and round and down again while the leaves swam through the molten wood to remain where they were.
Laura was coming. Laura would help. She had metal for bones and claws in her hands and feet and she was his sister. Just like Aaron was his brother. He knew this, and the fact that his thoughts and his knowledge turned to bubbles as he realized things didn't change that. He just needed to know what he didn't know anymore. Easy.
One tree, the one right across the river from him, was snarling. It was old and dark and its teeth were jutting out all over the place. Flies were swarming round its mouth and it ate some of them every so often, its tongue snaking out to lure them in, and then the grinding sounds it made as it chewed on them... He'd fallen over the first time that had happened, and he'd turned the rocks blue for a while.
He really wanted to get away from the everything, but he knew that the trees would get him. They weren't Eywa's trees, either. So he stayed where he was on the rocks, and waited forever.