Ryu Doppler
Evard's Tentacles of Forced Intrusion
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When Aurine approached him, Glenn hesitant in looking up at her unsure what she was going to do to him with the state he was in. Trembling a little as he sucked in a few breaths, crowded in such a way that she was the only one he could really see. He stiffened greatly when she embraced him, his memories of her still fresh in his mind. Yet after awhile he slowly loosened, the simple act of comfort melting his resolve when he realized she wasn't just going to entangle him in magic threads or try to restrain him more aggressively. Despite how ill he currently felt he did have to admit that being on the good side of a hug from the sea bishop was quite gratifying given the pressure being squished against his chest, and ever so distant smell of the sea that still lingered so lightly to her.
The comfort was not to last however. Slowly Aurine began to work up into a frenzy as she spoke to him about things both past and present. As she did so a mark of illness leaked into her, twisting her manners from normalcy into something of horror. With an ever growing feeling of fear winning out over those of sadness and comfort, he watched as her visage changed into that of someone psychotic. A trail of blood leaking from her mouth as he pupils grew incredible small and she laughed with a trembling expression of insanity. So gripped by her desire to love him it seemed that it drove her utterly mad, and a large part of it was the fault of the shard itself if she was to be believed in the state she was in.
Combined with the look of terror he must have unconsciously been giving with the mirrors around the room she could look at, she managed to gain some control back over her emotion. It was clear by then that she was falling into a delirium that could only be cured with outside help. Of which came in the form of Sona who managed to use her power combined with Aurine's own to neutralize whatever imbalance was causing the sea bishop into her estranged state. "I remember the sea shell..." He commented briefly to her, remembering how he had completely intended to use it to summon her before he had gotten sidetracked dealing with Iora and Aya. A brief ponder of what could have been had he just not been captured back then.
His eyes flicked a bit when she spoke of being a murderer, softening when it was further explained. And when she spoke of her desire to give up he shook his head at her sentiments. At the end of it he glanced at Sona's pained face as she weaved to keep Aurine's sanity in line, before looking back at the broken sea bishop. "Aurine... focusing on what you think you should have done back then isn't healthy. Take it from someone who's been through that. On the day Nadia died... I was working late. A whole shipment of machines and parts we were supposed to work on throughout next week had come in early that day, and everyone at my job broke protocol to open the whole machine shop floor to work on them all at once, just so we could have the week off with paid leave. Nadia was off that week so it would have been perfect. I would have been able to take her and my sister out anywhere we pleased before sis had to go home." He told the sea bishop with a neutral expression before his face twisted into sadness. "I drove myself nearly crazy that first year thinking... if I had just gone home early that day... then maybe I could have changed things. Maybe she'd still be alive..."
Approaching her, the man placed a hand on her shoulder. "I think I understand you a lot more now given all this. I just wish you had talked to me earlier about this... you... you should have told me about this whole mess with when we first met. Traveled with me... something other than what you did." He huffed briefly with some frustration. "Between that whole breakfast encounter and the things you said about wanting to murder and brainwash me back in the holding cell... you only made me so wary and unsympathetic. Do you even know how messed up it was to hear you talk about wanting to do that to me? For a moment I almost thought you'd try it right then and there if I attempted to even leave without you. It certainly made me very wary of ever being close to you again if you were willing to go that far. But maybe it wasn't really you talking... maybe it was whatever foul illness has taken you with that thing..."
Watching Sona strain under trying to keep Aurine's fluxing mind into check the man contemplated if there was some way he could aid her. As it seemed her weaves interacting with Aurine's were normalizing the sea bishop he surmised that he might be able to do the same. Moving closer her the man brought his other arm forward to cradle her face somewhat as he directed magic towards her. At first unsure of what to really send her way aside from soothing healing magic. He began to settle on something inspired on what the woman had said; an inward sound of waves and scent of ocean salt within Aurine's mind, along with the feeling of a warm sunlit heat crossing upon her skin. The sensations of being back on a beach with all it's calm tranquility emulated. "Maybe... maybe they'll both be there." He replied to her morbid thought with an addition of his own, deciding then to hug the sea bishop once more as her talk of returning to the tower made him realize that this was perhaps the first time since then that all three of them had actually been close together.
"Stupid red stone..." He uttered under his breath, recalling the red glow from his dreams and how the thing was the center of so much that was happening...
The comfort was not to last however. Slowly Aurine began to work up into a frenzy as she spoke to him about things both past and present. As she did so a mark of illness leaked into her, twisting her manners from normalcy into something of horror. With an ever growing feeling of fear winning out over those of sadness and comfort, he watched as her visage changed into that of someone psychotic. A trail of blood leaking from her mouth as he pupils grew incredible small and she laughed with a trembling expression of insanity. So gripped by her desire to love him it seemed that it drove her utterly mad, and a large part of it was the fault of the shard itself if she was to be believed in the state she was in.
Combined with the look of terror he must have unconsciously been giving with the mirrors around the room she could look at, she managed to gain some control back over her emotion. It was clear by then that she was falling into a delirium that could only be cured with outside help. Of which came in the form of Sona who managed to use her power combined with Aurine's own to neutralize whatever imbalance was causing the sea bishop into her estranged state. "I remember the sea shell..." He commented briefly to her, remembering how he had completely intended to use it to summon her before he had gotten sidetracked dealing with Iora and Aya. A brief ponder of what could have been had he just not been captured back then.
His eyes flicked a bit when she spoke of being a murderer, softening when it was further explained. And when she spoke of her desire to give up he shook his head at her sentiments. At the end of it he glanced at Sona's pained face as she weaved to keep Aurine's sanity in line, before looking back at the broken sea bishop. "Aurine... focusing on what you think you should have done back then isn't healthy. Take it from someone who's been through that. On the day Nadia died... I was working late. A whole shipment of machines and parts we were supposed to work on throughout next week had come in early that day, and everyone at my job broke protocol to open the whole machine shop floor to work on them all at once, just so we could have the week off with paid leave. Nadia was off that week so it would have been perfect. I would have been able to take her and my sister out anywhere we pleased before sis had to go home." He told the sea bishop with a neutral expression before his face twisted into sadness. "I drove myself nearly crazy that first year thinking... if I had just gone home early that day... then maybe I could have changed things. Maybe she'd still be alive..."
Approaching her, the man placed a hand on her shoulder. "I think I understand you a lot more now given all this. I just wish you had talked to me earlier about this... you... you should have told me about this whole mess with when we first met. Traveled with me... something other than what you did." He huffed briefly with some frustration. "Between that whole breakfast encounter and the things you said about wanting to murder and brainwash me back in the holding cell... you only made me so wary and unsympathetic. Do you even know how messed up it was to hear you talk about wanting to do that to me? For a moment I almost thought you'd try it right then and there if I attempted to even leave without you. It certainly made me very wary of ever being close to you again if you were willing to go that far. But maybe it wasn't really you talking... maybe it was whatever foul illness has taken you with that thing..."
Watching Sona strain under trying to keep Aurine's fluxing mind into check the man contemplated if there was some way he could aid her. As it seemed her weaves interacting with Aurine's were normalizing the sea bishop he surmised that he might be able to do the same. Moving closer her the man brought his other arm forward to cradle her face somewhat as he directed magic towards her. At first unsure of what to really send her way aside from soothing healing magic. He began to settle on something inspired on what the woman had said; an inward sound of waves and scent of ocean salt within Aurine's mind, along with the feeling of a warm sunlit heat crossing upon her skin. The sensations of being back on a beach with all it's calm tranquility emulated. "Maybe... maybe they'll both be there." He replied to her morbid thought with an addition of his own, deciding then to hug the sea bishop once more as her talk of returning to the tower made him realize that this was perhaps the first time since then that all three of them had actually been close together.
"Stupid red stone..." He uttered under his breath, recalling the red glow from his dreams and how the thing was the center of so much that was happening...