Force Tide Memories [Locked to Anders]
It felt sort of funny actually and you can’t help feeling as if you’re six again and putting your mother’s domed hair drier on your head -boy did you get yelled at for that!- and you should be more worried but instead there is only a sense of anticipation. Glancing over, a flash of green-gray eyes but then there is the sound of humming, a machine powering up and all along your spine, you feel a tingle.
There is a roar, like a wave cresting in the distance a stab of pain against the back of your eyes and suddenly the warm, amber landscape of the relay station snaps out of your view and you’re plunging. It’s a sickening ride, as you feel literally yanked out of your own body and hurled into a roiling, cascading riptide of …
thoughts, dreams, emotions, joys, sorrows, hopes, losses, pleasures, pains, agony, happiness…
It is a crushing rushes of emotions, none of them your own and you can’t feel the ground beneath your feet. Your mind tells you you’re clinging to something for dear life but you can’t feel what and … it doesn’t matter.
None of it matters because you’re feeling them so many of them so far and so wide. You are stronger than the rush of others, your sense of self, sense of discipline is more than this cascading rush. Like a bird breaking above the rapids beneath, you’re winging free of the torrent, back to sense of self and in the distance you can see the inside of the relay station once again.
But it’s not where you want to be anymore. Banking back over the streaming tide of so many, so many!! not alone, there are so many scattered here and there, in between the less vibrant consciousnesses. Hovering over them all, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, such a reach you have now and you can feel them so clearly. Their hearts, their lungs, each breath they take, each thought they think each lie and each truth.
No longer is it overwhelming but instead so damn empowering. You stand as nearly a god within Cerebro able to see so far, miles upon hundreds of miles, unchecked and they all rest within your hands. Their minds lay out before you like offerings and you’re connected to them all.
But that’s not your purpose today. Identify, you’re here to identify and suddenly it’s so easy, simply folding back the wings of your mind and sending yourself down low across the current of every consciousness within your range. Wings flashing outwards, you’ve learned to steady yourself against the near thermal like draw of all those voices, all those emotions, hundreds of thousands but its within your control; at your command.
The bright ones, the others like you, call to you and that is why you’re here, to identify them. Swooping around, the sensation of your feet returns to you, leaving you up right now as the wash of lives brush by you. It is such a simple thing -steep learning curves have always stimulated you- now to reach out and touch the ones you want, sending their location back through the stupid plastic helmet on your head. Faster and faster, it’s like hitting a drug, over and over and over again.
It’s beautiful, stimulating, splendid and the headache its giving you is negligible compared to what you’re able to do here.
So.Much.Power. Charles' power but now amplified beyond measure.
There is a roar, like a wave cresting in the distance a stab of pain against the back of your eyes and suddenly the warm, amber landscape of the relay station snaps out of your view and you’re plunging. It’s a sickening ride, as you feel literally yanked out of your own body and hurled into a roiling, cascading riptide of …
thoughts, dreams, emotions, joys, sorrows, hopes, losses, pleasures, pains, agony, happiness…
It is a crushing rushes of emotions, none of them your own and you can’t feel the ground beneath your feet. Your mind tells you you’re clinging to something for dear life but you can’t feel what and … it doesn’t matter.
None of it matters because you’re feeling them so many of them so far and so wide. You are stronger than the rush of others, your sense of self, sense of discipline is more than this cascading rush. Like a bird breaking above the rapids beneath, you’re winging free of the torrent, back to sense of self and in the distance you can see the inside of the relay station once again.
But it’s not where you want to be anymore. Banking back over the streaming tide of so many, so many!! not alone, there are so many scattered here and there, in between the less vibrant consciousnesses. Hovering over them all, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, such a reach you have now and you can feel them so clearly. Their hearts, their lungs, each breath they take, each thought they think each lie and each truth.
No longer is it overwhelming but instead so damn empowering. You stand as nearly a god within Cerebro able to see so far, miles upon hundreds of miles, unchecked and they all rest within your hands. Their minds lay out before you like offerings and you’re connected to them all.
But that’s not your purpose today. Identify, you’re here to identify and suddenly it’s so easy, simply folding back the wings of your mind and sending yourself down low across the current of every consciousness within your range. Wings flashing outwards, you’ve learned to steady yourself against the near thermal like draw of all those voices, all those emotions, hundreds of thousands but its within your control; at your command.
The bright ones, the others like you, call to you and that is why you’re here, to identify them. Swooping around, the sensation of your feet returns to you, leaving you up right now as the wash of lives brush by you. It is such a simple thing -steep learning curves have always stimulated you- now to reach out and touch the ones you want, sending their location back through the stupid plastic helmet on your head. Faster and faster, it’s like hitting a drug, over and over and over again.
It’s beautiful, stimulating, splendid and the headache its giving you is negligible compared to what you’re able to do here.
So.Much.Power. Charles' power but now amplified beyond measure.