observation five; voice - forward dated to some sane hour, like 11 AM!!!

[soulbonder]

Why am I in this room again? [There's a familiar voice, but no monotone here. In fact, Astral sounds more like he did when Black Mist had control of his body. Only you know, scared and a complete wreck.] Everything feels wrong and I can't fly and my feet have fingers and my skin is weird and my hair keeps falling into my face and it's cold and hard and uncomfortable and- [HEAVES. Now he's crying.]

What's this? My face is wet. Aren't these tears? Why? Why am I crying? What's going on?

Yuma? Yuma? Yuma? Are you still here? Are you alright? I don't know what's going on. What's happening to me? Yuma. [He remembers throwing him out a window oh my oh my oh my]

[AND THE FEED ENDS BECAUSE WOW THIS IS PATHETIC.]

Comments

voice

[soldieringblue]

[...]

...Astral?

[soulbonder]

[a little less hysterical!!! familiarity is great.] Soldier Blue? [he's very much on top of his game today]

[soldieringblue]

Yes, it's me. Where are you?

[soulbonder]

The Porter room. I don't know how I got here.

[soldieringblue]

[a faint sound.] Are you injured? I can be there very quickly if you have need–

[soulbonder]

I'm not hurt. Just... very confused. [And trying to figure out how the hell legs work shit]