[ well luke throws that name out there and io blinks slowly at first, the sort of look of someone struggling to pull a piece of a memory forward. what instead happens is the world warps, and with it... gradually, the dream shifts. the sky closes in over itself - dark and cavernous, yawning like a mouth, and the crowstone looms like a nightmare.
something whispers, indiscernible.
io just holds their head in a hand, thinking with eyes trained on their boots, brow furrowed. the guttered out fire sparks, but never lights. the air gets drier as the gray day turns to the evening so fast. ]
[NOT THE OMINOUS SCENE CHANGE AGAIN. WHY DO SO MANY OF YOU FUCKS COME FROM PLACES WITH SPOOKY NIGHTMARESCAPES.
This isn't what he wanted, but it's information nonetheless. There's a part of him that wants to keep pushing--the agent who never failed a mission, sensing an opening, a lead worth following--but he pulls himself back. For now, he can be patient. They have a little time, and Io either genuinely wants to help them, or is extremely good at faking it.
So Luke smiles reassuringly, waving a hand.]
It's alright, I was just wondering. Don't push yourself.
[ just making a face as they pull back from the focus, the scene doesn't exactly change back, rather, can it even become more menacing? this is what you get for walking dreams, man. none of these people are normal................. ]
It isn't alright, really. And you know that.
[ do not lie to me. ]
Still. I'll see if I can... recall anything in the next coming days. About anyone. With any luck... something might start sound feeling familiar again.
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He's still not necessarily convinced it isn't the nanites, but he'll let it go for now. Instead, carefully--]
What about Officer Hans?
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something whispers, indiscernible.
io just holds their head in a hand, thinking with eyes trained on their boots, brow furrowed. the guttered out fire sparks, but never lights. the air gets drier as the gray day turns to the evening so fast. ]
I'm sorry, Luke... I don't know that name...
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This isn't what he wanted, but it's information nonetheless. There's a part of him that wants to keep pushing--the agent who never failed a mission, sensing an opening, a lead worth following--but he pulls himself back. For now, he can be patient. They have a little time, and Io either genuinely wants to help them, or is extremely good at faking it.
So Luke smiles reassuringly, waving a hand.]
It's alright, I was just wondering. Don't push yourself.
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It isn't alright, really. And you know that.
[ do not lie to me. ]
Still. I'll see if I can... recall anything in the next coming days. About anyone. With any luck... something might start sound feeling familiar again.