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[transwarp_beam]

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1 honest answer...

That's all you get. Ask me one question. Any one question, anything, no matter how crazy it is. An honest answer. No catch.

Questions can be for this journal, or - because I'm lazy - warpedrive or mi_aosda. I suppose you can get one question for each if you feel so inclined ;)

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[my_god_man]

[Oh boy, this outta be interesting. Still, he leans forward as well. Putting them in good eyeballing distance.] Knowledge's a burden, son. You don't take the time ta at least give what I've told ya some thought after this? Then yer three times the fool for it.

[Doesn't give Scotty the chance to respond. Simply leans in the rest of the way, pushing his lips against the mortal's. The Kiss is chaste -- They usually are -- but no less breath-stealing. Or more accurately, breath-giving, as energy both terrifyingly strong and wickedly exquisite forces its way into Scotty's mouth. Down his throat. Into his chest and out to every point of his body. Encompassing everything along its path. For a brief moment, Scotty's body doesn't know if it's in pain or ecstasy. Then it becomes a moot point as he temporarily whites out.

When he starts coming to, he hears the stranger's disembodied voice in his head.] //I've gotta split, now. Jus wanted ta apologize fer the hand. There's nothin' ta be done 'bout it, that one's kinda self-inflicted. It's a reminder. Oh, an'.... eh, don't look left.//

[The first thing Scotty's mind notices after that, as it struggles out of sleep, is that every ache that couldn't or wasn't healed is gone. Because all wounds, save for his missing finger, have been perfectly healed.

He's also very obviously not dreaming anymore.

And he's hard as a rock.]

[warpedrive]

[his eyelids flutter as he resurfaces, consciousness returning and bringing with it a sensation by now unfamiliar; he feels good. Aches so old and omnipresent as to constitute white noise have disappeared, leaving an odd restlessness in their wake. To say nothing of the heat coiling in the pit of his stomach]

What- [it's nothing conscious, almost pure reflex - before the sentence is even finished, he's already looking left]

[my_god_man]

[What Scotty sees.... cannot be fully described with words. In parts, it's easier. The first thing he sees lurking in the shadows over to the left end of his quarters are eyes. Glowing out from the darkness, so very obviously inhuman -- possibly not even alien, despite his years of space travel -- as they shift in color, sometimes blue, sometimes red and somehow, he can briefly perceive black. There's a heavy, terrible moment when those eyes and Scotty's lock. And when they do, he feels cold. In a way that not even Delta Vega had managed to affect him. From the inside out.

There is also, maybe, fangs or tusks or horns. Perhaps exposed bone and viscera. It's too confusing to tell exactly. And much too quick, as the thing bolts out of the shadows and straight for Scotty. It's speed is terrifying. In the time he has to register that thought, it is rearing for its final pounce.

Before it can fully launch itself, a streak of fire collides with it. The force of the collision is extreme. His engineer's mind knows there's more energy released than should be possible. The carcuss goes careening back over itself into the shadows. Where.... it simply seems to disappear. And not a lick of the intense white flames from that streak has caught fire to anything. Like the form, they simply snuff out of existence.

And Scotty has no clue as to the originating source.]

[warpedrive]

[in the space of a heartbeat he's wide awake, bolt upright with his back against the wall and adrenaline buzzing in his veins. There isn't even time to make a sound before the...thing, whatever it is...is disintegrating in a cloud of flame and shadows]

[for a long time he stays very still, pulse fluttering frantically at the hollow of his throat as slowly his breathing steadies and his heartbeat returns to normal. It's been a long time since he's felt genuine, bone-deep fear like that. He closes his eyes, almost surprised to fnd that he's shaking. Insane. Definitely. Only explanation. But hopeful still at least rational]

What the ever-lovin' fuck?