05-11-2016, 01:45 AM
(05-11-2016, 01:21 AM)Umbra Wrote:(05-11-2016, 01:10 AM)Shaadaris Wrote: "...What I think. Well noted."
"Yeah, so... Try not to think of snide comments. Anyway."
Empathy pushes open the double doors. The interior of The Sergeant's office consists of a long room with a red, silver-trimmed carpet leading up to his desk. The walls on either side of the room are taken up by shelves and displays housing various medals, trinkets, uniforms, and so forth. There's an entire suit of old-looking power armor in one place.
At the end of the room, the desk is overlooked by two silver swords crossed behind a shield bearing the Guard emblem: a sword behind a cross-emblem shield. A yellow Anomaly with white trim is already speaking with The Sergeant.
Judging by the decor he's the proud-to-be-a-warrior type... Brilliant... And there's Order. How much does he know about what's going on? Wait no, shut up. Imagine static. No thinking. Or, obviously thinking, just less thinking. Don't think of anything bad.
A number of men and women who look similar to me kick down the door. "WE FOUND EZVRAEL!" one yells as he lunges with a sword made of a pitch-black metal I developed. Pain. PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN. Blood running down my face. Still alive though. I sweep my leg and he falls on his back. I run. PAIN. PAIN. I open my eye and blood gushes out where it has no right coming from. PAIN. It doesn't matter anyway, they're all dead. Why am I even running? I'm dead. Everyone's dead. Nobody will survive this. Everything will be destroyed. At least the Archeons shouldn't survive either. They can't meddle with any other people's lives. One month left. Then it's all gone. DAMNIT. EVERY TIME I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT. ARGH! STOP. THINK STATIC. NO MEMORIES. STATIC. What's even happening? How long have I been in the room? Everyone's in the same place. Must not have been long... Static, static, think nothing, clear mind, stop thinking, stop... Static and white noise. The occasional flicker of a thought but mostly blocked by interference.
Ezekiel winces slightly, and steps into the room, standing to the side while waiting for Order and the Sergeant to finish their conversation.
He glances in Empathy's direction and mutters under his breath "next time you want me not to think of anything, please do not tell me. I will take the chance of insulting the telepath."