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WHO: wriothesley, various
WHAT: 2024 catchall log
WHERE: around
WHEN: march 2024 onwards
WARNINGS: n/a; will be added in thread headers
WHAT: 2024 catchall log
WHERE: around
WHEN: march 2024 onwards
WARNINGS: n/a; will be added in thread headers

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And then a voice snaps him back to alertness, unfamiliar, high-pitched. He doesn't comprehend the words and barely glances at the face, operating entirely on instinct as the storm of his emotions bubbles violently back of the surface. All of it - the anger, the betrayal, the horror of knowing that everything he'd believed had been nothing more than a lie - kicks into overdrive and he scrabbles towards her, snarling as he curls his hands into fists, the empty nailgun strapped to his wrist now relegated to a blunt force weapon. There's blood streaked across the front of his shirt, the gashes across his chest and throat, and splattered across his face...an eerie complement to the manic look in a pair of familiar grey-blue eyes. ]
Get away from me!
[ He makes it all of three steps before he passes out from blood loss—only to be shunted into a completely different scene. ]
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Somewhere in her subconscious, the image of those eyes wrestles with her memories. She's seen them before, but her fear keeps her synapses from firing, the connection failing her for the moment.
At the last moment, she recoils and screams, shielding herself with her arms. She loses her balance as she staggers again, falling backward, and in the middle of that fall, the scene suddenly changes. ]