Darkness

[timesbureaucrat]

Who: Kay and Narvin
What: Investigating the blackouts and the whistling. Also talking.
Where: Walking the hallways late at night looking for ghosts incorporeal entities
When: Tonight-ish
Warnings: Nothing but general Barge creepiness. Possibly Kay's language.

Comments

[most_feared]

Kay was in a strangely troubled mood. Not even really because of anything going on, which almost made it worse. He was taking in his flickering surroundings with almost too much ease, and barely reacted other than when there was a darting shadow at his side at one point and he attempted to reach out and touch it while not looking directly at it. It flickered away, his hand went through nothing. Not even a change in air temperature.

When Narvin spoke, he was just looking where his hand was hovering in nothing. "The mostly show up with the whistling." He tucked his hand back in his pocket, continuing on the way toward the nearest stairwell. "T'Pol had the same experience. So I say we just watch for one of the floor lights to go out and head in."

He didn't mind how close Narvin was staying. With Narvin's luck, plastering himself to his side might be the difference between coming out intact and losing a limb. ...And not even to the "ghosts", to some random incident that happened along in the darkness.

[timesbureaucrat]

"Oh, wonderful. Musical ghosts. I hope they can at least carry a tune." He followed Kay to the stairwell and kept his eyes and ears open for signs of the apparitions.

He started when he saw a shadow move out of the corner of his eye. And sighed when it turned out to be his own shadow, moving as he walked out of the rays of one light source and into another. Cosmos, this was making him high-strung.

[most_feared]

It takes a lot for Narvin to be more paranoid than usual. He was worried the poor man would have a double heart-attack eventually. But perhaps it would desensitize him to a more dangerous world that was less politics and more attacks. That was still a great issue of concern for him.

"They seem to be able to." He waited patiently, watching the visible floors on the stairwell for one door to darken more than others. Pressed his back against the wall and watched what he could, and listened.

"You know, that thing I wanted to talk to you about. It'd mean I'd need you to make another deal after Drake. But it would be a way neither of us would have to compromise our loyalties and I'd be able to do my service."

He shifted his gaze up. "I know something big is about to go down on my planet. I have some more historical interference after the last time you interfered. But it has to do with somethin' big coming and somethin' I've been preparing a long time for."

[timesbureaucrat]

"Of course. Whatever you need I'll--DAMMIT" He dropped his scanner suddenly and looked at the hand that had been holding it. The palm and fingers were covered in frost. He flexed his fingers to try to restore the proper equilibrium between his cool core temperature and warmer skin temperature.

He picked up the train of conversation again. "Whatever you need I'll do what I can to get it."