47th metal and awakening

[godsays]

[ spam for emperor ]

[ He dreams vivid and angry. He dreams like a thunderstorm, restless like rain and broken with sharp spasms of a mind trying, trying to wake up. He dreams of Ruin.

When he starts to wake up, pulling himself up, he, for a moment between awake and asleep, doesn't know if this is real. ]

[ spam in general ]

[ Zane has energy.

Perhaps it's being asleep for so long; perhaps it's some other sort of restlessness. But he doesn't want to stop moving.

Watch out in the hallway; instead of walking past you like a normal person, he may step off the wall, push off from the ceiling, flip, and land on the far side of you. He could also be jumping around on top of the greenhouse like a crazy person. Or balancing on the rail like a crazy bird. He may also be in CES, in a place blasted with dry, hot winds. ]

[ video, open ]

Does anyone have a spare lamp?

And table. And chair. And large bowl.

[ hi he's awake ]

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[patheticvillain]

[There's movement over his head, and Cassel jumps, fingers flying to the wrists of his gloves. Ready to pull them off. Ready to attack. Ready for anything, these days.]

[But it's - Zane.]

[He smiles, soft and uncertain.]

What're you doing, huh?

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[godsays]

Being awake.

[ He hugs Cassel, tightly, maybe even ironpulling Cassel towards him a little. ]

It feels good.

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[patheticvillain]

[He lets himself be pulled, squeezing Zane as tightly as he can - which, comparatively, is not all that tight, but goddamn if he doesn't try to break his ribs a little.]

I missed you, you little shit.

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[godsays]

I'm nervous. [ He hasn't said this to anyone else. ] Having more than one coma correlates with disappearing. I've heard that.

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[patheticvillain]

[His fists tighten in the back of Zane's shirt.]

I - who'd you hear that from?

[He doesn't want to believe it.]

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[godsays]

I don't remember.

Someone who was collecting data. On those who leave.