Do you see all this weird fucking shit going down? I'm not going mental, am I?
[It's an innocent enough question to ask. Nathan looks tired and, for once, not even all that amused. If it was just somebody doing something stupid or being an ass, he'd laugh, but all this stabbing and dying and shitting all over each other? It's kind of fucking creepy. It's not that he necessarily wants to make sure she's okay, he just wants to...know that somebody around here hasn't lost their head.
Unfortunately, this message isn't the one that Tifa gets. Instead, she'll see Nathan on the floor, his arm outstretched for the tablet like he was barely able to reach her inbox in the first place. There's a look of panic on his face. A slow realization that something is happening to him--something out of his control--something that a quick death isn't going to fix for him. He opens his mouth to say something to her, maybe a cry for help? But his throat locks up. He makes some sort of barely audible, wet clicking noise as he struggles. And then his mouth foams. His eyes grow watery, and then the brightness in them that signifies an active mind begins to dull.
Is there anyone left in there? His movements become slack. It would almost be peaceful, if it weren't for the abnormal pace of his breath.]
@captaininvincible; video; Night 91
[It's an innocent enough question to ask. Nathan looks tired and, for once, not even all that amused. If it was just somebody doing something stupid or being an ass, he'd laugh, but all this stabbing and dying and shitting all over each other? It's kind of fucking creepy. It's not that he necessarily wants to make sure she's okay, he just wants to...know that somebody around here hasn't lost their head.
Unfortunately, this message isn't the one that Tifa gets. Instead, she'll see Nathan on the floor, his arm outstretched for the tablet like he was barely able to reach her inbox in the first place. There's a look of panic on his face. A slow realization that something is happening to him--something out of his control--something that a quick death isn't going to fix for him. He opens his mouth to say something to her, maybe a cry for help? But his throat locks up. He makes some sort of barely audible, wet clicking noise as he struggles. And then his mouth foams. His eyes grow watery, and then the brightness in them that signifies an active mind begins to dull.
Is there anyone left in there? His movements become slack. It would almost be peaceful, if it weren't for the abnormal pace of his breath.]