She's lying in the bed, dreaming about home when she feels something tug at her. Pulling her out of her dream. It only lasts a second, but she sees him there. She's looking at him through eyes that don't feel like hers... but they are, all the same. She feels the intense rage and... fear? just before she bolts straight up in her own bed. She's covered in sweat and she's realizes she's clutching Scar. She flips the lightswitch on without moving and looks around the room, as if some remnant of the dream is still there. Once she feels sure that it was nothing more, she tentatively reaches into her mind... trying to find an answer. Instead, she finds him.
*I... Hello? Are... are you ok?* It's very quiet. Not just her, but everything. She can hear her pulse pounding in her ears.
Nathaniel was at the piano, when he felt the slightest tug on his mind.
Not very many people communicated with him telepathically. Rachel, of course, but he knew it wasn't her. Rachel clamored into his head like a freight train, for one, and Rachel wanted nothing to do with him, for another.
Isobel, sometimes, when they were in opposite sides of the house. She would ask him very politely if she could ask him a question. She seemed to use it like an intercom system, but it was more her sending the thought than actually using any sort of psychic link.
The psychic signature of this person was tentative. Young. Female. Worried.
Ah.
*Hello, Beatrice.* He must have awoken her. *I--my apologies. I was...ascertaining that you were safe.*
He didn't want to tell her about his dream. Apocalypse was gone. There was no need to worry the girl.
She breathed a small sigh of relief and then immediately became a little annoyed.
*I hope that's not what happens every time. You scared the hell out of me...* She was still quiet, but a little less so now that she knew he was there.
That worried him, a little. *I beg your pardon, Beatrice, but what exactly happened? I imagine I woke you up when I attempted to find you on the astral plane. Were you somehow negatively affected by this?*
He could tell she was annoyed at him. He waved that away. It was more important to know if she were somehow harmed.
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*I... Hello? Are... are you ok?* It's very quiet. Not just her, but everything. She can hear her pulse pounding in her ears.
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Not very many people communicated with him telepathically. Rachel, of course, but he knew it wasn't her. Rachel clamored into his head like a freight train, for one, and Rachel wanted nothing to do with him, for another.
Isobel, sometimes, when they were in opposite sides of the house. She would ask him very politely if she could ask him a question. She seemed to use it like an intercom system, but it was more her sending the thought than actually using any sort of psychic link.
The psychic signature of this person was tentative. Young. Female. Worried.
Ah.
*Hello, Beatrice.* He must have awoken her. *I--my apologies. I was...ascertaining that you were safe.*
He didn't want to tell her about his dream. Apocalypse was gone. There was no need to worry the girl.
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*I hope that's not what happens every time. You scared the hell out of me...* She was still quiet, but a little less so now that she knew he was there.
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He could tell she was annoyed at him. He waved that away. It was more important to know if she were somehow harmed.
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