[ It must be a jarring experience for Gray -- suddenly receiving that prickling sensation through her shard, the indication that someone was attempting to communicate with her. Gen, she might realize upon checking in on that nudge. And the moment she accepts the demand to speak -- ]
We need to talk. [ Gen's voice comes through immediately. No 'hello,' no 'hey,' just that blunt statement. Hoarse, low, demanding. Urgent. His tone of voice conveys volumes already, but the emotional connection forced upon them by Communion makes it clear his words are tinged with anxiety and tension and worry. ] Come here as soon as you can.
[ Before Gray even has a chance to respond, an image flashes into the forefront of her thoughts: a crude diagram of the city remembered off some map that had been shared among the Kenoma before the start of this entire mess. A messy red X is highlighted near Achamoth's borders. The image lingers just long enough for Gray to commit it to memory before melting away like smoke. And then Gen adds brusquely: ]
It's about Eustace.
[ Then the connection cuts.
(Because Gen doesn't want to waste any more time talking. He knows what needs to be done, and he doesn't want to drag it out any longer than absolutely necessary. Even before he'd replaced his shard at his throat he'd resumed his breathless sprint towards that designated location, his precious cargo bundled tight in his jacket and tied to his belt, gently swaying and bumping into his hip with each step.)
When Gray arrives at that promised location, she'll find it's a quiet alley not far from the gates that lead out of Achamoth, in a little alcove hidden from view from the streets. It's away from the bulk of the fighting that's taken over the city, but in circumstances like these, even the quiet afforded to her in that spot can't feel that comforting. ]
( closed ) for GRAY.
We need to talk. [ Gen's voice comes through immediately. No 'hello,' no 'hey,' just that blunt statement. Hoarse, low, demanding. Urgent. His tone of voice conveys volumes already, but the emotional connection forced upon them by Communion makes it clear his words are tinged with anxiety and tension and worry. ] Come here as soon as you can.
[ Before Gray even has a chance to respond, an image flashes into the forefront of her thoughts: a crude diagram of the city remembered off some map that had been shared among the Kenoma before the start of this entire mess. A messy red X is highlighted near Achamoth's borders. The image lingers just long enough for Gray to commit it to memory before melting away like smoke. And then Gen adds brusquely: ]
It's about Eustace.
[ Then the connection cuts.
(Because Gen doesn't want to waste any more time talking. He knows what needs to be done, and he doesn't want to drag it out any longer than absolutely necessary. Even before he'd replaced his shard at his throat he'd resumed his breathless sprint towards that designated location, his precious cargo bundled tight in his jacket and tied to his belt, gently swaying and bumping into his hip with each step.)
When Gray arrives at that promised location, she'll find it's a quiet alley not far from the gates that lead out of Achamoth, in a little alcove hidden from view from the streets. It's away from the bulk of the fighting that's taken over the city, but in circumstances like these, even the quiet afforded to her in that spot can't feel that comforting. ]