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thisavrou2017-05-15 10:52 am
beautifulspaceraptor) wrote in thisavrou2017-05-15 10:52 am
Video - May 14th - Early morning
Mother.
[ Nihlus looks extremely nauseated, even under all the neon green. ]
It's name is Mother. The emptiness is gone now, I don't- I can't- find it again-
[ Here, he stops for a moment, running his hand over his crest, trying to regather himself, trying to regather his thoughts. They'd scattered the moment the recording started and it was so hard to find the words to describe everything that'd happened in the past couple of hours. ]
I am Nihlus Kryik. One of people who'd been part of the diplomatic venture to Asteroid 276.
The Ingress glitching had given me temporary powers, similar to what many of you seemed to have experienced.
On top of a myriad of other abilities, I was able to form a psychic link and establish... contact with what I believe to be the source of the contaminant. Whatever the being is, this Mother, they are linked to illness we'd gotten from that station.
And they are hostile.
If you have any form of psychic abilities, do not try and connect with it. It is dangerous and it can pull you deeper under its thrall if given half the chance to. Its intentions are unclear, but whatever the may be, they do not seem particularly friendly.
Please. Keep in network contact with someone uninfected, either a friend, family or a medical professional. Anyone who is available to monitor you. Report to them any changes in your condition.
[ He pauses for a moment, just staring at the TAB, trying find some angle to make everything he'd just said not sound as horrifying as they did. But there's nothing he can think of. ]
... Take care of yourselves.
[ Spirits, he really hopes he's wrong. ]
[ Nihlus looks extremely nauseated, even under all the neon green. ]
It's name is Mother. The emptiness is gone now, I don't- I can't- find it again-
[ Here, he stops for a moment, running his hand over his crest, trying to regather himself, trying to regather his thoughts. They'd scattered the moment the recording started and it was so hard to find the words to describe everything that'd happened in the past couple of hours. ]
I am Nihlus Kryik. One of people who'd been part of the diplomatic venture to Asteroid 276.
The Ingress glitching had given me temporary powers, similar to what many of you seemed to have experienced.
On top of a myriad of other abilities, I was able to form a psychic link and establish... contact with what I believe to be the source of the contaminant. Whatever the being is, this Mother, they are linked to illness we'd gotten from that station.
And they are hostile.
If you have any form of psychic abilities, do not try and connect with it. It is dangerous and it can pull you deeper under its thrall if given half the chance to. Its intentions are unclear, but whatever the may be, they do not seem particularly friendly.
Please. Keep in network contact with someone uninfected, either a friend, family or a medical professional. Anyone who is available to monitor you. Report to them any changes in your condition.
[ He pauses for a moment, just staring at the TAB, trying find some angle to make everything he'd just said not sound as horrifying as they did. But there's nothing he can think of. ]
... Take care of yourselves.
[ Spirits, he really hopes he's wrong. ]
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Probably. Maybe he's sticking his tongue out too. How would Nihlus know?]
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[ Petulance! Such petulance!
Well, as much petulance as someone with a raging headache leaning most of his weight against the frame of the balcony doors can exude anyways. ]
You'd just have gone right up and picked a fight with it instead. Admit it.
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[Mostly. Ish. That and "Serve Clu". The point is: it's all right if Rinzler does it. Besides—]
Viruses: threats.
[Stab first, attempt weird mindmelds never!]
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In like.
Really loose power level measurements I mean.
[ He's being maudlin. He should probably go lie down: the only thing keeping him propped up a the moment is sheer willpower and the Turian equivalent of caffeine and pain medication. ]
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[Flippant? Serious? All of the above? Really, you should know better than to tell Rinzler he can't kill something, Nihlus. That sounds much too close to a challenge.]
Metaphor: faulty.
[The helmet tips pointedly, from level up toward Nihlus' height. He will only admit to being literally shorter.]
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[ Cancel on that willpower, actually. Nihlus just nodded off mid-retort, his head dipping and chin resting on the inside of his cowl. Somehow, he's still managing to hold onto the mug.]
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It gets set on the balcony railing. Nihlus gets a shake. If that doesn't wake him up, Rinzler will go ahead and repeat the process: picking up the 6'4" turian with no discernible effort, and dumping him on the nearest pile of soft objects inside the door.
Stupid.]