B.L.I.N.D.F.O.L.D (eyelessoracle) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-06-08 10:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | blindfold, professor x, shaman |
Who: Blindfold OT Chamber (later others)
When: Midmorning Tuesday
Where: The Rec Room
What: Ruth meets the new guy and things do not go well.
Notes:Once the screaming starts, others are welcome to join in.
Blindfold kept mulling the meeting of Excalibur over in her mind. It was one step in a long line of steps toward a future which was still shrouded deeply in mist, even for the precog, but at least she got the sense it was a step in the right direction. They were attempting to be prepared, attempting to do something about the mess rapidly bearing down on them with all the control of a falling boulder. Attempts were better than nothing. Anything was better than nothing, at least in her opinion.
Moving through the manor with a quick step, she made her way toward what could be considered the heart of the house, the recreation room. The need to avoid Ghost had subsided, there were other things on her mind. Things that made his feelings about what she had done seem superfluous. Besides, there was a conclusion to that on the horizon as well...it felt good to know things were going to work out, at least for the short term.
Her choice to settle in a chair a distance from the television, she could still hear the thing easily, was provoked mostly by the fact that she was just trying to stay out of the way. There was no one she was dying to talk to and those who knew her even remotely knew she was only to be found in one of three places (if she was to be found at all). They could find her if they were looking for her. More than likely, they wouldn't be.
The television provided enough background noise that at first she thought it was the television. Then she realized what she was hearing was actually all in her head. There was no physical sound, just a psionic one. An insistent buzzing or roaring, one could call it white noise or radio static, but it had a distinctive snap to it. The snap of something burning.
"Who's there?" She didn't turn her head toward the sound, even if her concentration was completely turned toward it. There were thoughts underneath it, masked a bit by the sound. Definitely something new and different there.