The dark haired child looked up, arms wrapped tightly around the bunny on her lap and completely silent as she watched Ivanova enter the room. She looked like a normal child, or as normal as any child could look in this place. Her skin was pale, eyes large and grey, her hair fell nearly to the middle of her back, though at the moment it was lifted away.
The little girl looked up, lips twitching into a smile, and never stopping in the slow pattern of brushing the other child's hair. "Hello, Susan. Won't you sit with us?"
Again, the fingers brushed against her mind, probing at compelling her to come closer to the child holding court on the touch.
"How do you know my name?" She asked, frowning. She remained where she was. It wasn't a matter is resentment towards the girl, but more that she felt the need to establish discontent with the house.
She did her best to block the touch on her mind. "Stop that, it's rude."
She smiled, looking at the woman and quietly braiding the girl's hair. "How do you think I know your name, Susan?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe you think it's rude, but that's not a real reason. Sit down, Susan, I want to talk with you."
One minute, Luke was walking through the house, keeping his eyes and his mind open for any danger.
The next he was reeling, the heel of one hand pressed to his temple and his eyes watering with the force of the mental pressure. He'd felt huge outbursts of emotion before - not only here but at home - but this was close, and it was intense, as though a dam had been broken and all the water behind it released to pour out where it would go, following no channel.
Someone, somewhere in the house, was in pain, panicking. And they were suddenly broadcasting it everywhere.
When he could think enough to block it out (and even then it wasn't completely gone, just muffled somewhat), Luke got his bearings and stretched out tentatively, following the emotions back to their source - a woman, passed out on the floor of what he remembered others calling the Dawn Room.
Ivanova lay on her side on the floor, her arms still up around her head. The PPG lay about a foot away from her on the ground. She made a small soun, but was otherwise unresponsive.
When he reached the room and saw Ivanova laying there, the panic (which had been dissipating, probably because the source of it was passed out) turned, for Luke, into concern. He didn't have to know someone to want to help them, after all, and if anyone needed his help it was this poor young woman.
"Miss?" he asked, kneeling by her and shaking her shoulder. Her emotions shuddered up his arm through the Force, clear enough even through whatever barrier there was between her abilities and his. "Miss, can you hear me?"
"Mmm.." She winces, blinking her eyes, and then a wave of conmpletely untrained telepathic power activates. She makes a pained sound, bringing her hands up to her head again as the noise of everyone's thoughs comes rushing at her.
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The little girl looked up, lips twitching into a smile, and never stopping in the slow pattern of brushing the other child's hair. "Hello, Susan. Won't you sit with us?"
Again, the fingers brushed against her mind, probing at compelling her to come closer to the child holding court on the touch.
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She did her best to block the touch on her mind. "Stop that, it's rude."
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The next he was reeling, the heel of one hand pressed to his temple and his eyes watering with the force of the mental pressure. He'd felt huge outbursts of emotion before - not only here but at home - but this was close, and it was intense, as though a dam had been broken and all the water behind it released to pour out where it would go, following no channel.
Someone, somewhere in the house, was in pain, panicking. And they were suddenly broadcasting it everywhere.
When he could think enough to block it out (and even then it wasn't completely gone, just muffled somewhat), Luke got his bearings and stretched out tentatively, following the emotions back to their source - a woman, passed out on the floor of what he remembered others calling the Dawn Room.
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"Miss?" he asked, kneeling by her and shaking her shoulder. Her emotions shuddered up his arm through the Force, clear enough even through whatever barrier there was between her abilities and his. "Miss, can you hear me?"
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