Re: Despair
The pain moves through .GRIP's body. Like serpents writhing beneath the flesh, it snakes its way from every extremity, up every limb, coming together at the center of his chest. Then, a sudden, searing fire makes its way to the surface. .GRIP tenses, every muscle stiffening. And, as sudden as it came, the pain ebbs away, leaving only a subtle, throbbing ache.
But, more than that, he can now think clearly for the first time in - what? Minutes? Hours? He climbs from the wagon and stretches. Joints crack and some of his tension lessens. Oh, it feels good to be back.
Glancing over at .LAKE he offers her a quick 'thank you'. He draws his Lancer, checks its load, then turns to .COIL. "Wake .HULL. We're heading into the city to find .LATCH, getting some rest, and then making plans. Something's going wrong in /GHOST_WORLD."
This message was last edited by the player at 19:45, Sat 09 Apr 2011.