Skxawng (anotherhellhole) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-11-03 22:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, jake sully |
Who: Jake and robot dog
Where: In the fog
When: Some time today
What: Meeting!
He was hearing more and more words, the longer he was out in the forest. He didn't know how long he'd been out in the forest, not any more; it was hard to keep track of time when you couldn't catch a glimpse of the sun. Some of the voices were strange to him, he didn't recognize them at all. Most of them, though, he did. All the ones he knew were dead. Jake was hearing a lot of voices.
There were guys from his squad, killed in the ambush that had stuck him in that fucking chair. They were talking to him, yelling at him, but he couldn't pick up on all the words.
Tsu'tey kept yelling at him too, as did Eytukan. He didn't need to hear the words to know they weren't pleased with him, not at all. But he was used to that. And he could hear all the tsamsiyu that had answered Toruk Makto's call, and paid the ultimate price. There were groups of them, mostly, other times just one or two. He apologized to them as much as he could, and thanked them, but he wasn't sure if they heard.
Grace was out there, no doubt talking to him about the plants and wanting to get samples and getting excited about the crossbreeding between Pandora plants and Earth plants that was happening at the grove. Why she wasn't still with Eywa, he had no idea, but he'd heard her.
Tommy was there, too, sounding angry. And Trudy. Kinda weird when they were back in the house, really.
And his parents were there. They'd shown up pretty early on, which was a bit of a kick in the gut. Dad still sounded disappointed in him, but he couldn't work out what Mom was saying at all. They spoke when the fog was densest, when the shapes were closest and he could reach out and touch them if he tried.
There was never anything there.
He kept walking, moving silently through the trees and the fog, listening to his dead trying to talk to him, and then he stopped. Just up ahead, there was a strange ...whirring noise? And a red glow that spread through the fog. Quietly, he nocked an arrow in his bow and moved forward.