Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

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[reflectsdargent]

There was a transmission going out, that blocked us from sending... But, this is magic, that wouldn't stop it, ...right...?

[ what the fuck is the island <3 ]

...I think...there's something wrong with it. Something...more like here.

[ picture of a woman accepting that her world was perhaps maybe not as normal as she thought ]

[shieldof]

It would depend on the transmission, I suppose.

[science, sufficiently extrapolated-]

Do you remember anything else about it?

[reflectsdargent]

[ A soft, miserable little huff. ]

The transmission, or the island?

[ She kind of. looks away. walks a little so she's not just looking at the slightly busted orb. ]

There was an animal that, reasonably, shouldn't have been there. There was a monster, big enough to knock down trees, but, we never saw it. There were...whispers, in the jungle. All around me.

[ She keeps trying to remember what they said. She thinks at one point, she heard her name. ]

It was... I don't even remember...how I survived the crash, just that one moment it was...we were falling, and the tail ripped off, and then... I was on the beach.

[ Screaming. Just screaming.

Shannon lets out a breath. ]

I don't know. I never had visions before it, that's one thing.

[shieldof]

It- may have been some confluence of magical influence. It may have been some manner of unknown technology native to your world.

[She hates that she can't give a more solid answers.]

[reflectsdargent]

[ After a long moment, Shannon takes a seat. Vincent places his snout in her lap in an attempt at comfort. ]

Where the hell even... [ Squeezes her eyes shut. ] How did you even find me, to begin with?

[ It's a breathless question, bordering on rhetorical. She doesn't expect an answer, not anymore. ]

[shieldof]

A god sees infinities more easily than you or I, Lady Shannon.

[reflectsdargent]

[ ... ]

Solarinace could find him no problem. But...it just doesn't want to.

[shieldof]

That- is possible.

[It's a bitter admission.]

[reflectsdargent]

...But you want to.

[ Not a question. ]

You don't want any of this to be happening.