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revivalproject2021-05-01 09:27 pm
beholding_archivist) wrote in revivalproject2021-05-01 09:27 pm
[ network ]
[ Static is what begins this broadcast. A little crackle at first, but quickly increasing and peaking for a moment before receding again. Once it has mostly died down a deep, labored intake of breath can be heard before the image taken of the camera flickers to life.
Jon looks into said camera with a mix of dread and fatigue, fresh blood smeared through a face that hasn't been a shower in a while, yet has been to plenty of unpleasant places very recently. His hair is messy. Cut short and out of his face for practicality, but nowhere as neatly trimmed as it has been after their visit to Coruscant. Much more notable are his eyes, however. Where before their dull, muddy green hasn't been drawing much attention, they are now a brighter, much more piercing and maybe a little unnatural greyish green.
After a moment of quietly contemplating his screen, Jon's face settles into a frown. His voice carries a slight tremor when he starts speaking, causing the static to return for half a moment before it levels back down along with the tremor in Jon's voice. ]
H̶ow.̧.̡. ̀
... how long was I gone? And--
What happened to the network?
[ He tried scrolling back, but all he can see is the same message, over and over and over again. ]
Jon looks into said camera with a mix of dread and fatigue, fresh blood smeared through a face that hasn't been a shower in a while, yet has been to plenty of unpleasant places very recently. His hair is messy. Cut short and out of his face for practicality, but nowhere as neatly trimmed as it has been after their visit to Coruscant. Much more notable are his eyes, however. Where before their dull, muddy green hasn't been drawing much attention, they are now a brighter, much more piercing and maybe a little unnatural greyish green.
After a moment of quietly contemplating his screen, Jon's face settles into a frown. His voice carries a slight tremor when he starts speaking, causing the static to return for half a moment before it levels back down along with the tremor in Jon's voice. ]
H̶ow.̧.̡. ̀
... how long was I gone? And--
What happened to the network?
[ He tried scrolling back, but all he can see is the same message, over and over and over again. ]
[Video]
I- do you need help?
[Video]
I have gotten more complicated.
...
I wouldn't say no to a little assistance.
[Video]/Action
[He's shuts off his feed and a moment later Billy appears with a flash a blue light.]
Shit, Jon, what happened? Um- where are you hurt? Let me-...god.
Action
[ Jon offers with a single hand pressed to the dark red patch on his chest. ]
I... Hope it was worth it. And that Martin is alright.
He didn't show up here? I can't see him even if I try directing my mind on him.
Action
He looks up in confusion and shakes his head lightly.]
...Who's Martin?
Action
[ He fidgets a little, one hand hovering slightly above Billy's as he watches and feels the younger man's magic do its work. ]
...Martin, he... He is- Was?
My reason. To try and change our world back. He made me promise... Maybe he's still there and it worked? Maybe he can be free... I... would want that for him.
No more monsters...
[ A brief pause, a quick intake of breath and Jon is ready to babble on. ]
H-he stabbed me. It would make sense if he wasn't-- Here, I mean-
Action
...It sounds like you were gone a lot longer than it was here. I- um- I'll check around for you, see if someone else came in same time as you, okay? Once we figure this out?
[He tries to add some pain relief to the spell along with the healing.]
He's the one who-...
God.
Action
[ He gives a small wince and his hand comes down to clasp over Billy's, not giving much in terms of an explanation for this reaction, just an apologetic face. ]
Billy, I-
I'm sorry. I may have, probably... Put your world in danger.
Every world. Out there.
Action
[Billy's head turns, not sure exactly what's behind this confession, but Jon seems so sure.]
Hey- [He tries to soothe.] We're good at danger, remember? You can explain when you're not bleeding out.
Action
But they might be here! Billy, we-- I-
I had to release them.
Action
Release what?
Action
The Fears...
[ He winces again. ]
I'm sorry... I... It's all my fault.
Action
[Billy looks to him with concern, not for the Fears, but for Jon himself.]
Hey- stop that. We'll figure it out, okay? I'm not worried about that right now, I'm worried about you.
Action
...Billy.
[ He takes his hand off of Billy's and places it on the younger man's shoulder instead, giving it a squeeze. ]
Please don't worry about me. But... Thanks. I... I will need some time to get used to... How things are? It's... Different. When everything isn't bad...
Action
I can't help the worry.
[He pulls his hands back to check on the wound.]
Do you want to talk about it? Or...do you need some time to- take it all in?
[He's clearly been through A LOT. And then been dragged back here on top of it. It's got to be a big shock to the system.]
no subject
[ And to go see Tony.
He sighs heavily. ]
It's a lot. I... ah... I would... Your powers, Billy. Your magic. What are your feelings about them?
[ It's a question, yes. But one that entirely lacks any traces of Jon's previous compulsion. ]