S72 | mental link

[sistershoggoth]

( CODE BY WHAMBAM )

TELEPATHY PERMISSIONS

Annie is a lot of things. She is not entirely just a human, her consciousness is also the consciousness of an alien planet: where she is life and death, growth and decay, all of nature and the ocean and all of the things that survive in those places. She's every rock down to its individual atoms. A casual observer is unlikely to get that far in their understanding of her, but those who get closest to her and end up sharing dreams with her will have a chance to understand this granularity of her other-ness. At a further distance, the inside of Annie feels very expansive, a large and lightless space which observes. There is always a sense like she is getting closer to you, a subtle invasion of privacy, space, autonomy. She doesn't do this on purpose, it's just what's in her. There's definitely a sense that she could swallow or drown you, in herself. The big black emptiness she feels inside is rarely in line with what she's presenting externally, it's very dissonant. It's worse when she's actively analyzing you. Better when she's totally dismissive of your existence. This is what lurks in the depths of Annie, but her human side is there. Her humanity is strained by the enormity of what she is secondarily aware of. She's not entirely sane, nor stable. Her mind is extremely active, and her imagination particularly vivid. She comes with a great deal of noise and color, which is a total smokescreen for keeping the more otherworldly aspects of herself in the periphery. This only kind of works, her other nature tends to expose itself regardless and her mental voice is not merely one voice, but all those voices coming together, which gives them a warbling, underwater like quality. She's a recovering, and often relapsed, addict and alcoholic. She is always trying not to feel something, and always wishing to not really be herself. The noise and color also tries to cover up this, she is always trying to ignore her own strain: pain, anxiety, sorrow. When she is drinking, much of the sensory onslaught of her is muted, a way of clouding herself: a murky swamp that she wallows in. When she is using... everything is amplified and she is particularly sprawling and out of control.

Comments

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[somnifacient]

It's a valid suggestion.

[Noctis thinks both of them are fine, really.]

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[sistershoggoth]

Tch.

[ She knew that trick was only going to work for so long, but goddamn. ]

I don't like that bitch, she's just fuckin' Diet Sparrows anyway. Fuckin' asked her why the hell they keep dumping completely untrained hosts into missions. Apparently she can't be assed with who lives and who fucking dies, and he clearly can't either.

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[somnifacient]

[He's quiet for a moment before responding. He's remembering his experiences with Cathaway and Prince; brief conversations with the both of them, not nearly enough to tell if he can truly be comfortable with either.

But they weren't terrible experiences, and he was provided with enough of an impression to paint who they were in very broad strokes.]

Sparrows tried to take over the world, right? Cathaway just seems to be working with what she's been given. I don't think there's anything malicious about her.

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[sistershoggoth]

Seems. You think that mind-melding bitch has to show you anything that resembles the truth?

[ A pinch appears between her brows, staring at Noctis intensely. ]

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[somnifacient]

[At that, he doesn't meet her gaze, instead casting it off to the side. She has a point, and he's not so foolish to argue against it.]

...No. I guess not.

[Maybe Noctis is just too trusting, too eager to see the best in people. Hell, if he could even learn to pity Ardyn of all people, he could easily see the best in Prince in Cathaway by default.]

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[sistershoggoth]

[ She watches him. The intensity of her gaze unnerving, like a wolf licking its foaming lips. The sensation is not quite in line with her feelings, however. She loves Noctis's trust. It was what made him good to her, it was also what could and would probably get him in trouble too. She can be suspicious enough for the both of them. ]

I'll ask her if I see her, since what's his fuck is never around. But, seriously, don't buy into her bullshit.

[ She claps him on the back again. ]

Get some sleep, Noct. Don't worry about my slime. [ That mean, mean grin. ] And try not to think too hard about what fucking us feels like.

[ A wink, like she was just gonna let that go. ]

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[somnifacient]

Ugh.

[That's a comment that he can't help but roll his eyes at. Annie, gross, stop bringing that up. He waves her away whenever she decides to get up and head out, though there's a fondness there that he can't completely hide.]

Yeah, yeah. I'll see you later.