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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 4:33 pm
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It started as a whisper that he just barely heard and grew from there. Nasir lingered where people were healing and again when food was served, mostly not sure that he wanted to retreat. There were people he were worried about, not just himself or Wil.
When the whispers turned to the press of feelings- Nasir knew something had changed. It wasn't a matter of reaching out to touch people to feel things himself anymore. Instead all he had to do was just be in proximity and it got worse if he looked too long at someone, thought too much about them.
Then he'd hear voices-
Nasir was not going crazy, he was sure of it, but he certainly was not prepared for the onslaught of feelings that weren't his own in the aftermath of what happened. Not even the hallways that lead to the prepared rooms were safe.
Quote: this is for anyone to jump into! i just want nasir to experience whispers/feelings from other people to help illustrate his new power (and his eventual learning of control)! just plop some character feels down and a whisper of thought down and quote me if you want to do an exchange! otherwise just post and it's something nasir will feel/hear ~ HELLO MY OLD HEART - Nasir's abilities as an empath have grown. Now not only able to sense and feel the emotions of others as if they were his own, he's also able to hear the associated thoughts of an emotional state if he focuses on an individual. This manifests as an echo of the person's voice that only he hears, sharing something tied to the emotional state they are in. (Player permission caveat in place.)
Example: If Nasir was watching a couple have a fight he would be able to pick up their feelings (frustration, anger, sadness, etcetera) but if he were to truly focus he could hear from one 'They cheated on me! I can't believe they cheated on me!' and from the other 'I need them to stop making a scene, this is ridiculous!' giving further insight into what is going on.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 4:42 pm
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Oh god...
We almost died...
Oliver was standing there, looking a little spacey and despondent.
3:15... 3:14... 3:13...
Something in his face grimaced a little, like pain.
but until then
Shiloh was weird for an empath. There wasn't any immediate swath of emotion present, and even focusing in on him felt weird and intrusive in a multitude of different ways. This was because a lot of Shiloh's emotions weren't strictly his own—they belonged to Jamie Delacroix too.
And when Nasir focused in, he would feel it the overwhelming guilt, the strange sense of separation, like Shiloh was trying to hide something—but from who? From where? From Jamie?
What if she wanted her best friend back?
Shiloh's face didn't show much emotion.
But Ezra had to be lying, right? Using her? But what if she thinks I just took that away from her?
Finally Shiloh moved, but it was only to sigh.
Being dead would be so much easier...
And he went back to tending to his lover, to his friend, to those he cared about.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 4:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 5:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 5:11 pm
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martyr's line
Alexis doesn't make it to dinner with everyone else. It's understandable, really; even with the magic Nasir and Wil had thrown into their flesh, frantic, desperate - they should have stopped fighting long before the flames licked so far up their arms it met the soft skin of their neck.
It's not hard to tell where they are. The door is open, two fingerprints soot-smeared on the wood. They're on their stomach on the bed, face-down in a pillow in the universal position of exhaustion; the shirt is backless, sleeveless, and the burned flesh is still taut-shiny on their arms and back and neck (with their hair unbound, the burn is uneven; it's longer in spots than it is in others, singed, brittle, broken). Exhaustion and anger radiates off of them.
Could've stopped him - should've killed him, nobody killed - ********, somebody, this is why I'm not - It's interspersed with harsh flashes of pain, like a strobe to the senses. He still got hurt, I failed, I'm ******** useless - ugh. Alexis buries their face deeper into the pillow. Guilt, guilt, guilt melded with fury so deeply they have the same origin point. God, I wish I was dead.
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 6:50 pm
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not enough rain
Temperance had stayed, lingered as people shuffled to their rooms, and now she was going, too. She was a bit glassy-eyed, a bit tired, and in despite need of a shower. She could magic away Ezra's blood, sure, but...
There was always going to be blood, too much blood.
I can feel it under my nails
it never goes away
sticky sticky sticky
you shouldn't mix different types of blood, Temperance. AB doesn't mix with B but it mixes and mixes on your hands, my hands
She smiled and gave Nasir a tired wave as she passed.
its in my fingerprints and it won't ever leave. not good enough
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 7:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 7:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 11:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2017 11:55 pm
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consolation prize
Nasir had just gotten his glasses fixed by a very nice, very mechanically inclined fetch when he felt the rush of feeling again. The confusion hit him first, followed by the terror and mortification. It made him want to sway on his feet but he did not, instead he looked around until he thought he found the person responsible.
Then he saw Mila and heard the whisper of her voice as if she was right next to him. Nasir couldn't not do something even though this was intrusive, even if this was- it was something.
So he walked up to her, his cute hair barrettes a little singed still, and flicked his hand back and forth in greeting (because they still hurt if he moved them too much, like he was stretching scar tissue or something).
"Hey," he said, smiling warmly (albeit it was tired looking), "there's this person," a fetch actually, "that's able to fix glasses." A finger tapped at his own, as if illustrating. "Might got melted some and they were able to fix them."
Melancholies mila he wants to give you so many hugs
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2017 6:13 am
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no appetite
The echo of Kaleb's thoughts were disjointed, and he was too worn out to stop them from eating away at his mental state.
-weak. I couldn't. I'm so sorry... Don't be proud of me. Don't... I'm not worth that. So useless. Trying isn't enough. Never enough. Can't ever rely on me, shouldn't trust me, I'll just fall apart. I messed up. I'm so sorry...
He heard his name called, and for a second his fear spiked. As he stopped and turned, trying to summon up an appropriate greeting, the tone of his thoughts shifted.
Please no... no, he'll know that I'm a failure... Don't be kind, why are you so kind, I don't deserve it. I don't want to let you down too...
Kaleb cracked a weak smile. "Nasir, hi..."
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