Ω Ninety Nine
[Private to Braxiatel]
[Omega isn't worried that Brax is going to head off in a tailspin of depression due to Narvin's departure, but he does understand that the fact that Narvin's gained progress towards his goals while there is no visible evidence that Braxiatel has done the same, is frustrating.
If there is one thing that Omega understands, in a deep, perfect clarity, it's the feeling of the powerful, creeping fingers of stagnation gripping at his core. The Barge is a hateful place to spend two years, let alone eternity.] May we speak now?
[Spam for Rassilon]
[After speaking with Narvin, he feels the need to seek Rassilon out. Narvin's ability to leave reminds him that he also has that right, but can't exercise it.
Because of Rassilon.
It feels too close to 'Rassilon trapped me here to rot' that he feels about to explode. Adding to this, his alternate didn't like him to the point of hatred, if you could hate a perfect stranger. So he needs to know that Rassilon doesn't hate him.
At least, that's the working theory. He does his best at covering his emotions when he finds him.] Rass?
[Spam for people in the CES - Later]
[Omega has wound up on a hill on a world with two suns. It's not Gallifrey, but one of the suns is kind enough to set in a way the lights the sky in an orangey red. There is a slightly cool breeze, but it's relatively quiet and settled. He takes a deep breath before asking:] Do we know this place?
[Another, breezier tone voice emerges from the same mouth.] I think I brought Sarah Jane here once.
[Omega nods.]
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[Omega isn't worried that Brax is going to head off in a tailspin of depression due to Narvin's departure, but he does understand that the fact that Narvin's gained progress towards his goals while there is no visible evidence that Braxiatel has done the same, is frustrating.
If there is one thing that Omega understands, in a deep, perfect clarity, it's the feeling of the powerful, creeping fingers of stagnation gripping at his core. The Barge is a hateful place to spend two years, let alone eternity.] May we speak now?
[Spam for Rassilon]
[After speaking with Narvin, he feels the need to seek Rassilon out. Narvin's ability to leave reminds him that he also has that right, but can't exercise it.
Because of Rassilon.
It feels too close to 'Rassilon trapped me here to rot' that he feels about to explode. Adding to this, his alternate didn't like him to the point of hatred, if you could hate a perfect stranger. So he needs to know that Rassilon doesn't hate him.
At least, that's the working theory. He does his best at covering his emotions when he finds him.] Rass?
[Spam for people in the CES - Later]
[Omega has wound up on a hill on a world with two suns. It's not Gallifrey, but one of the suns is kind enough to set in a way the lights the sky in an orangey red. There is a slightly cool breeze, but it's relatively quiet and settled. He takes a deep breath before asking:] Do we know this place?
[Another, breezier tone voice emerges from the same mouth.] I think I brought Sarah Jane here once.
[Omega nods.]
This entry was originally posted at http://rass-bestie.dreamwidth.org/26201.html. Comments go there.