Barbara Gordon (
bodilesswarrior) wrote2014-02-12 09:20 pm
20 - Audio - First Day of the Flood
[She has dreams, sometimes, of screeching laughter becoming ragged screams, of cold steel turning hot in her hands, of golden symbols draped in blood.
They don't follow her into the waking world; she opens her eyes and feels empty and bitter. She doesn't yearn to rend and tear, to feel life pour into her hands.
Today is different, and it only gets worse. Her heart is crowded with emotions that aren't her own, and slowly, the whispers in her head become distinct.
When she finally reaches for help, her voice is hoarse and heavy.]
[Private to Charles]
It's gotten very loud in my head.
They don't follow her into the waking world; she opens her eyes and feels empty and bitter. She doesn't yearn to rend and tear, to feel life pour into her hands.
Today is different, and it only gets worse. Her heart is crowded with emotions that aren't her own, and slowly, the whispers in her head become distinct.
When she finally reaches for help, her voice is hoarse and heavy.]
[Private to Charles]
It's gotten very loud in my head.

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You're welcome. I'm going to show you how to build some shields of your own, alright? It's a lot easier to explain telepathically than verbally.
spam
There's something - I'm not sure what it is, or where it came from. But it makes me want to just - tear everything apart.
spam
Are you ready?
spam
Yeah.
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He carefully projects the information, illustrates how to build one up and ease it away. Erik had been able to work it out like this before, so he's fairly certain that she'll be able to catch on as quickly even if she's not a mutant. She is, after all, extremely smart on her own.]