A Little Spark of Madness
Day: 6
Characters: Lloyd Asplund evasivepudding, Reeve Tuesti felis_fidelus
Summary: Reeve may be losing control of his abilities. Lloyd's in for a long, strange story.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: DAY, 1st Rec
Status: Closed?/Incomplete
It wasn't that he didn't trust Lloyd, not exactly, but Reeve had never liked going into the finer details of his abilities. As long as people just wanted the very basics, it was all right- no more different than an unusual Limit, for example. Except that when it got down a bit deeper, it got stranger, and stranger, and for all Reeve knew he could really have been mad all this time and not known it.
Except... madmen didn't usually lead successful lives, did they? Or if they did, it was by raving and ranting and armies swarming over rabid ideology, not... by building cities and shelters and trying to rebuild an economy and save the world from itself. Didn't that count for something? Would they really have let him helm an organization capable of controlling the planet if they thought he was mad?
This was all making Reeve's head hurt. The painkillers helped, some- he had a vague recollection of talking with Shira, and of the other man saying something so disturbing, so sickening it made him ill, and then...
Nothing. A blank, for a few minutes, except for the odd echo he always got when Cait was out and talking. And then back to a sense of panic and he'd barely made it to the bathrooms before heaving up his breakfast.
Sighing, shaking his head to get his hair out of his face, Reeve cleared his throat. "... Lloyd?" he asked, looking immensely uncomfortable. He couldn't cross his arms in the state they were in, so they hung by his sides, fingers knotting into the fabric of his pants. "You wanted to talk?"
Characters: Lloyd Asplund evasivepudding, Reeve Tuesti felis_fidelus
Summary: Reeve may be losing control of his abilities. Lloyd's in for a long, strange story.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: DAY, 1st Rec
Status: Closed?/Incomplete
It wasn't that he didn't trust Lloyd, not exactly, but Reeve had never liked going into the finer details of his abilities. As long as people just wanted the very basics, it was all right- no more different than an unusual Limit, for example. Except that when it got down a bit deeper, it got stranger, and stranger, and for all Reeve knew he could really have been mad all this time and not known it.
Except... madmen didn't usually lead successful lives, did they? Or if they did, it was by raving and ranting and armies swarming over rabid ideology, not... by building cities and shelters and trying to rebuild an economy and save the world from itself. Didn't that count for something? Would they really have let him helm an organization capable of controlling the planet if they thought he was mad?
This was all making Reeve's head hurt. The painkillers helped, some- he had a vague recollection of talking with Shira, and of the other man saying something so disturbing, so sickening it made him ill, and then...
Nothing. A blank, for a few minutes, except for the odd echo he always got when Cait was out and talking. And then back to a sense of panic and he'd barely made it to the bathrooms before heaving up his breakfast.
Sighing, shaking his head to get his hair out of his face, Reeve cleared his throat. "... Lloyd?" he asked, looking immensely uncomfortable. He couldn't cross his arms in the state they were in, so they hung by his sides, fingers knotting into the fabric of his pants. "You wanted to talk?"