voidtreckerexpress | I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take.

Who: Nita and YOU. Preferably close CR, but anyone can stop by.
Where: Quiet Car, second floor, a room near the front of the carriage.
When: Middle half of Grasshopper; post-platform, pre-event.
What: A(n ex-) wizard retreats. Some may come to reprimand, some to console, some just to find out WTF happened.
Warnings: ... Discussion of what's basically psychic assault in this log, folks. Mind your headspace!

After the platform, Nita retreated into herself. That was the best way to describe it; she could not be 'booked' in one of these rooms the same way she could have been in the Medical Car, but she spent as much time as she could in just the one room, not speaking unless spoken to, not leaving except to go to the restroom or fetch another journal.

No matter when one arrived to check on her, she would be either resting - staring off into space more than actually sleeping - or writing.

Some of the words were crossed out, as if she had had a tough time finding the right ones, but the writing looked to be formal in nature. A report. And, most notably, it was in English, not the alien curves of the Speech.

If she had to live with her actions, Nita figured, the least she could do was explain them - and explain why they were wrong.

Mostly, though, what encompassed her mind was the emptiness of it all. She couldn't even be angry now.

Fitting.

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"Well that was stupid..." he said bluntly. "For how long? And what about Bending?"

"Spark," Nita said, with a vehemence.

"I haven't been able to Bend since I went home. I'm not going to suddenly start picking it back up again just because the peridexis cut me off!"

"Well how was I supposed to know? And did you even try...?"

"For fuck's sake, Spark, yes," Nita said, more vehemently.

"But I was glad to be rid of it, to not feel like I was living with split loyalties. We were given a powerup that made us gods, and I didn't want it. That's not the kind of person I am.

"Do you even remember getting it, when we wrapped things up and defeated Isis for good?"

"I'm a cat, I don't Bend. But I saw others with it. And they didn't think the choice was godhood or nothing," he pointed out. He butted her cheek with his head again lightly. "Aren't you one of those every problem has a solution types? Since when do you just give up and get angry at everything?"

"Don't, or won't? You were as Awake as anyone else, Spark. And have you told anyone what went on there, yourself?"

She moved to grab him by the scruff of the neck.

"And I'm not taking anything from you if you won't even try to be your whole self!"

"I tried," telling a few people that is, but let her think he meant the Bending.

He flattened his ears when she scruffed him, though. "This some sort of storm or something? Because the more and more you go on the less and less you you are. And you'e after me about not being myself?"

"Expecting everyone to remember the same things is not the same thing as trying."

She held him there, then lowered him to the ground, expression cold.

"You've hit exactly the wrong things to talk to me about, that's all."

"Then what would be the right thing? Because usually the right thing is the one everyone else is avoiding."

"It'd be avoiding if no one else had come in to talk to me today, let alone in the past hour, even!"

And despite the comforting words, she's getting sick of people being in her space and presuming what's best for her.

"Well I just came in to curl up with you so we could both cat-ch a nap," he said with a feline shrug. "Talking is your choice."

"Well, bully for you, I've already had a nap."

Not that she looked like she'd slept well.

"You can talk to the book outside if you want to see how that ended, now leave."

Edited 2020-08-10 02:32 (UTC)

He looked up at her, unimpressed. "I'm a cat. Books are for sleeping on not talking to. But you need a friend, so like it or not, you got one."

He curled up on the bench and yawned.

"Well, he's just stuck in a book; you'd be suited to each other."

And this time, she did pick him up to throw him - just out the door, not into a wall, but still.

"And we're not even friends! You only like me because we were both in Nautilus, and we weren't even that close!"

He managed to hit a wall anyway, out of habit. HE slid down then bounded back. "Well that's just rude. You don't get to decide who my friends are. I liked you back then too! If you want someone who shows it more openly, or does what you tell them, befriend a dog. But for now you're stuck with a cat who likes you. I know it must be torture," he said, dryly.

"Try killing yourself, then see what feels like torture," Nita snapped.

Though this time, she at least looked horrified that she'd said it.

"... Go. Just go. Before I hurt you again. If I'm going to apologize, I want to know I mean it."

Edited 2020-08-10 14:50 (UTC)

"Then don't appologize till you're ready to, but you might have noticed, I'm a tough little cat," he said with a shrug.

He'll deal with his emotions later. As Gar. Not here. Not now. For now his own pain was getting shoved into a tiny little box in the corner.

I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take.

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Okay if Nita remembers, then he can. I wasn;'t sure on timing

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Book is Zetta, from different thread. Okay to head towards wrap?

SureRe: Book is Zetta, from different thread. Okay to head towards wrap?

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