[ 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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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 ]