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Tifa Lockhart ([personal profile] powersouls) wrote2015-10-31 01:47 am

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@captaininvincible; video; Night 91

[personal profile] notaquaman 2016-02-29 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
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.]
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[personal profile] notaquaman 2016-03-01 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
Jesus! What the hell happened to you?

[Nathan brings a hand up to his forehead, alarmed and immediately overwhelmed. She was supposed to be okay. She was supposed to be normal.]

I'm not being funny, I don't know what I can do. Shit. What's going on with everyone? Nevermind! What can I do? What the fuck do you need me to do?

[He's not a big enough asshole to not try and help her when she's bleeding out in front of him, even though he knows there's nothing he can do. There can't be anything he can do. He's so fucking far away and he's not a goddamn doctor. Not that it matters, because none of that message makes it through.

Instead, Tifa gets a weak, desperate gurgle and a strange convulsion from his chest. Like he hears her, he recognizes her voice, but he can't escape his own brain. He has no control over his body. He's a shell. And maybe even that recognition won't last forever.]
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[personal profile] notaquaman 2016-03-01 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Christ! Shit! Fuck!

[An extremely appropriate and thoughtful reply. Nathan thinks rapidly. He's trying, trying to find some solution for her, because what else is he supposed to do? What else can he do but panic?]

Okay, listen, you're not alone right? I know I'm the one you're asking for help right now, love, but I'm on the other goddamn side of the city! Maybe one of them has a bandage for...all of your face.

[It almost sounds crass, but the distressed, frightened look on his face makes the sincerity clear.]

[Of course, again, all Tifa's offered is the same alarming lack of character. He rolls over onto his side--if you can call it a roll, the way his arms flop as if they don't contain bones. He's still facing Tifa, but his eyes are lost as he stares at her. His mouth hangs partially open, and the frothy saliva begins to pool against the ground.]
Edited 2016-03-01 07:14 (UTC)
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[personal profile] notaquaman 2016-03-01 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
[There is no response aside from tears beginning to roll from Nathan's eyes down his face. Is it a direct reply? Is it an automatic bodily function? Hard to say, since he doesn't seem to be able to speak. Doesn't seem to be able to do anything.]

Holy shit. Look, I'm trying my best, okay? I'm not there. I'm not a goddamn doctor! I'm the opposite of an expert at fixing problems I literally only ever make them worse it's like a special talent of mine. Where the fuck is this coming from? How can you fucking look at me right now and tell me I'm being selfish?!

[He honestly doesn't know how to feel. The whiplash between distress and insult is astounding and leaves him stuck somewhere in the middle.]
Edited 2016-03-01 07:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] notaquaman 2016-03-04 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Jesus Fucking Christ! I want to help you! What the fuck do you expect me to do when I'm behind a goddamn metal wall halfway across the town? Give me a fucking break, would you? I don't want you to--you're--if you're gone, who else do I even have in this fucking hellhole keeping me halfway sane?

[His voice breaks, just for a second. Just for an instant. He wants to be mad, be furious, but how can he when she's looking at him with that accusing, desperate face? Nathan knows he did nothing wrong but fuck if he doesn't feel like complete scum right now.]

You have to tell me. You have to tell me what to do!

[Nathan gives no response, and the life does not return to his eyes, but he continues breathing. Sometimes he makes a weak noise in the back of his throat, but otherwise his state remains unchanged.]
Edited 2016-03-04 07:55 (UTC)