[ sorry to lucien but he's getting this headpat even as his hand fizzles violently. consider it karmic balance, even if it's ghostly. actually, why even avoid it in the first place? this is dumb.
also dumb: him repeatedly dropping the news of who's dead at the last second. he goes through the shock-grimace cycle quickly, because they don't have much time for him to stall if he wants to get any words in himself. if they're stretching out time to the last possible second, he's going to respond hurriedly. ]
Yes, of course, it's been very nice seeing you too, Lucien—hang onto that soul of yours, all right? And—actually, wait, are you talking about me—? [ another blip. blip blip. ] Ugh. Well, nevermind, just have something better than 'hello' to say in your letters! You have the support of everyone here, so don't get all shy about what you're feeling!
[ Amalthea has kept the podium channeling, but this eventually has to end... The dead and the living are meant to be separated—that divide is important.
While Sidon returns whence he came, Lucien finds himself slipping. For a moment, he can feel Sidon's presence... and see his surroundings change. It's no longer a church, but an abandoned space where pulsing flesh grows through the cracks. He can faintly make sense of tables and chairs, but not much else from the darkness that shadows his vision. Yet in that darkness, Sidon becomes clearer and clearer with each passing second.
... The soft humming from the channeling podium ends, but these sensations continue.
Lucien feels his soul and body slowly split, sinew to sinew... He can go where they are, if he wanted. He can abandon this shell. The excruciating pain is temporary, after all. ]
Okaaaaaaaaay, that's enough! [ Amalthea will be scruffing Lucien with their cold hands. ] Hope to see you soon, Mister Sidon! We'll do our best on this side to get you all back!
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also dumb: him repeatedly dropping the news of who's dead at the last second. he goes through the shock-grimace cycle quickly, because they don't have much time for him to stall if he wants to get any words in himself. if they're stretching out time to the last possible second, he's going to respond hurriedly. ]
Yes, of course, it's been very nice seeing you too, Lucien—hang onto that soul of yours, all right? And—actually, wait, are you talking about me—? [ another blip. blip blip. ] Ugh. Well, nevermind, just have something better than 'hello' to say in your letters! You have the support of everyone here, so don't get all shy about what you're feeling!
I'm counting on you!
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While Sidon returns whence he came, Lucien finds himself slipping. For a moment, he can feel Sidon's presence... and see his surroundings change. It's no longer a church, but an abandoned space where pulsing flesh grows through the cracks. He can faintly make sense of tables and chairs, but not much else from the darkness that shadows his vision. Yet in that darkness, Sidon becomes clearer and clearer with each passing second.
... The soft humming from the channeling podium ends, but these sensations continue.
Lucien feels his soul and body slowly split, sinew to sinew... He can go where they are, if he wanted. He can abandon this shell. The excruciating pain is temporary, after all. ]
Okaaaaaaaaay, that's enough! [ Amalthea will be scruffing Lucien with their cold hands. ] Hope to see you soon, Mister Sidon! We'll do our best on this side to get you all back!
[ goodby ]