can you believe in something if the something doesn't exist?
The sensation is coming from Trian.
He is seated on a couch in the Basement Lobby, with his eyes shut and hands folded neatly on his lap. He is speaking, words of another language flowing from his lips almost without pause; he hardly seems to be drawing breath. The words are melodic, seeming to bypass your ears and ripple through your mind. But what is even more curious is that these words seem to take a physical form, curling to hang in the air around him, but even then, the faintly golden words seems to shimmer and shift as you watch.
Finally he stops, the sensation recedes, the words fade, and he opens his eyes. There is a distinct look of frustration on his face.
((ooc: open to anyone and everyone! If you happen to be someone that isn’t in the basement, you can communicate with Trian through journal entries. Just put [journal] in the subject of your reply! Just remember to lock it if you don’t want other characters seeing it))
He is seated on a couch in the Basement Lobby, with his eyes shut and hands folded neatly on his lap. He is speaking, words of another language flowing from his lips almost without pause; he hardly seems to be drawing breath. The words are melodic, seeming to bypass your ears and ripple through your mind. But what is even more curious is that these words seem to take a physical form, curling to hang in the air around him, but even then, the faintly golden words seems to shimmer and shift as you watch.
Finally he stops, the sensation recedes, the words fade, and he opens his eyes. There is a distinct look of frustration on his face.
((ooc: open to anyone and everyone! If you happen to be someone that isn’t in the basement, you can communicate with Trian through journal entries. Just put [journal] in the subject of your reply! Just remember to lock it if you don’t want other characters seeing it))