( ooc: GASP LAURA i played the 12th doctor at expiation and it was such a joy to write with you i'm so glad to see you if i app bob as my second i'd love to play that out and have bob's poor little brain be very confused... i'm also a-okay with all your mentions of marc's cws so if we get into it we can get into it!!
also v happy to toss you an invite if you haven't found one yet!! )
[ He's happy to report that the voices he hears, save for one, are at least caring ones. But imaging the Thunderbolts telling him to calm the fuck down isn't as effective when they're staring back at him in silent accusation for something he can't remember doing. Is that how he'd ended up here? Is this why he had ended up here, alone in a room that not even the Sentry's strength could break through?
His breathing comes in shallow breaths as his mind begins to spin and reel and he can feel what is him and what is the Void giving way to the latter. But then he feels another pair of eyes on him, live ones, ones attached to a living, breathing human and his gaze shoots towards the window mouth open in confusion. Is this guy real? Or a ghost that he had been the cause of? The reverberation against the glass has him snapping to his senses and just in time too to share the surprise of the stranger on the other side of the glass. ]
Fuck. [ It dawns on him that there has to be something in here that will help and he whirls around shouting not realizing that Marc might not be able to hear him. ] W-wait! There might be something I can throw.
[ There isn't. But there is a binder that looks...heavy enough to throw? That can't be right. He holds it up to the window wide-eyed pointing at it. ]
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also v happy to toss you an invite if you haven't found one yet!! )
[ He's happy to report that the voices he hears, save for one, are at least caring ones. But imaging the Thunderbolts telling him to calm the fuck down isn't as effective when they're staring back at him in silent accusation for something he can't remember doing. Is that how he'd ended up here? Is this why he had ended up here, alone in a room that not even the Sentry's strength could break through?
His breathing comes in shallow breaths as his mind begins to spin and reel and he can feel what is him and what is the Void giving way to the latter. But then he feels another pair of eyes on him, live ones, ones attached to a living, breathing human and his gaze shoots towards the window mouth open in confusion. Is this guy real? Or a ghost that he had been the cause of? The reverberation against the glass has him snapping to his senses and just in time too to share the surprise of the stranger on the other side of the glass. ]
Fuck. [ It dawns on him that there has to be something in here that will help and he whirls around shouting not realizing that Marc might not be able to hear him. ] W-wait! There might be something I can throw.
[ There isn't. But there is a binder that looks...heavy enough to throw? That can't be right. He holds it up to the window wide-eyed pointing at it. ]