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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. ]
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. ]