heyfreemagic | All in all you're just another brick in the wall [ Open ]

[ So this is new. He may or may not have had a mini hysterical breakdown in the room where he woke up but- he suits up and tries to get it together. The first time he stretches his mind out for D and finds him gone, even though he knew it wasn't gonna work, he twitches hard against a spike of panic and-

is-

Somewhere else?

This is also new. this is terrifying in it's newness. He goes from a stark, clinical room to the top of a building-
There's a fountain. It's very pretty. He's VERY FREAKED OUT. Another stumbling step and he's

Not there-

anymore he's somewhere else. A library? WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE THE HELL IS HE? Someone's there.
He sees someone there and he reaches out for an answer, for a solution for any fucking thing at all and-

isn't there anymore. He's in a bedroom.

Then a school.

Then an abandoned lot.

Then he's there, RIGHT THERE, all tan armor and crackling voice over the radio, scared and startled and unable to fucking understand what the HELL IS GOING ON and he catches a hold of someone. Anyone. Whoever's closest. Clings and shakes them and says- ]

You're gonna give me some sane answers right the fuck now-

[ But he's gone.

He's gone and he's taken whoever he's grabbed with him and this time? This time he's wiped. This time he STOPS.
Mostly because he's stuck with his arm half in and half out of a wall, forced to stand while his HUD and the healing
unit blare angry noises at him about pressure and potential crush injury if he moves the wrong way. Caught like a
fish he lets go of whoever and scrabbles, trying to dig his arm out. ]

Oh god oh god oh shit oh god someone get me OUT OF HERE!

[ ooc: York is porting himself all around Freesia due to not knowing how his magic works! YAY! If you want him to port into your character's room, bedroom, bathroom, place of employ, whichever just toss them up and assume he's popped up there. If you want your character to have been grabbed by him and stuck in the middle of nowhere with his arm stuck in a wall, go for it! ]

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[ He'll give it the old college try. ]

I DON'T KNOW HOW!

YOU JUST DID IT!

[Unconscious magic use? Common for a new user. She could try startling him, but that seems like it could also do a decent amount of harm.]

IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!

[ Talking horse. talking horse YELLING and what is his life how is this who he is what the FUCK is going on and he-

He sucks in a breath, squeezes his eyes shut behind the visor and tugs-

not with his arm but with that weird feeling behind his navel that twisted with every jump and he's staggering- five feet away, arm not in a wall.

Okay.

That's an improvement. ]

What. The hell. Is HAPPENING in this place?

[Give her a minute, York, she is coming closer to see this arm of yours.]

Does it hurt?

...oddly enough, no.

[ Okay he's- just going to have to roll with the whole rainbow colored talking pony thing. This is an acid trip.

Right.

D gave him the GOOD drugs and it's a dream and he'll wake up and it'll be fine. Okay. ]

Bruised, probably, but it doesn't hurt. Thanks.

[Excuse you, she is MOSTLY BLUE. And some purple and black. Also her mane and tail are moving and full of stars.

...this is a losing argument.]

Not at all. You are quite fortunate - teleportation accidents can be unpleasant. [She regards him for a moment.] Do you know me, Agent York?

[ Magical Technicolor Pony knows his name! She must be his SPIRIT ANIMAL! God these drugs are awesome. ]

...Are you some fragment of my psyche that speaks to repressed sexuality, whimsical thoughts, or a desire to revisit my childhood that had been squashed due to harsh expectations of my parents since we were more or less quietly at war?

...pray do not speak to me of your sexuality.

[She flicks her ear slightly, getting her communication device into place.]

I am calling Washington.

That's your job. Or are you my fairy god parent? Pony.

Thing.

God The morphine's stronger than usual, wow.

I am fairly certain you have not been drugged. But -

[Wait. There ought to be someone here who could confirm that, right?]

- where is Delta?

[ Why is she harshing his mellow? Now he HAS to lock up and reach a hand back to the Neural port, a reflexive gesture but-

Delta's gone.

Delta's gone and he had ONE job. ]

Not here.

[Is that possible? She hadn't thought that was possible.]

I see...

Well, as I said, Agent Washington is present. You do recall him?

Of course I remember the rookie. [ He snaps- he probably shouldn't snap at a figment of his own psyche but the glaring REMINDER of his failure and the fact that maybe he's forgotten something important?

Kind of agitating. ]

Excellent!

[She could get snippy right back, but York's a friend. Or was at one point.]

The locals of this city are very rude, but there are a number of other kidnapees now. You can communicate with us using these devices.