7/4/14

val_corax: (TalkTalkTalk)
Talking with Ky and Slug )

Talking to Slug about Silvertip )

On the way back home, I stopped at Nick’s cabin(he wasn't back yet) and left him a note, letting him know I’d located something of Eddy’s and to let me know if I could be of any help. Damn. My plate just seems to be getting more and more full. Damn. And I’m still waiting for that robin’s egg to hatch.

In the morning, I retrieved up the dart from Noki's care and asked him to let Ila know that Nick was alright and he'd back in St. Claire soon (Man, I love that Fetish in the Harbor Park Umbra). I called up Quin and met him at his lab. Handed over the dart from Slug and asked him to poke at it for me. Brought over some pizza and pop, just to make certain the silly Kinsman remembered to eat. We talked for a bit and while I was there, Brad showed up. I wish I could have stayed longer, but there were things I had to attend too. :(
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I did not sleep well Sunday night, even with the aid of alcohol running through my system. I’m not certain when the nightmares started, but they didn’t stop once they got going. Dark corridors, filled with stale air and an oppressive feeling of decay. Footsteps scuffed into the dirt, but they never lead anywhere. I can’t find the exit. Nothing but the damp, the cold, the decay, and the sensation of tons of earth above my head. Small hints, signs, but never a pathway that will lead me out of the dark. Or, I’m searching for someone. Searching for help. I’m panicking, because people are dying and I can’t do anything about it. I’m too weak. Too frail. I know there are people that can help me. I know where there should be, but I can’t find them. I can’t find them. I’m searching through a book, flipping page after page as I search for the answer to a question that I can’t quite form in my mind, but it seems so very important…


“Stop fighting. Look closer. You’re almost there.”


HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I woke up with a start, heart pounding, eyes straining in the dark for the voice that had breathed those words in to my ear. I’d have called on Eyes of the Eagle, but I just didn’t have the Gnosis for it. My reserves are too damn low. It makes me vulnerable. There was something in the dark with me, hiding in the corners, and the sky was only just beginning to lighten thanks to Helios. I panicked, threw off my bedsheets, shifted it to my raven form and scrambled outside via the cat-door I’d installed in the window above my bed.


I flew. Flew and kept on flying, until the sun was well up and I started to doubt what I’d ‘seen’.


It was well past noon when I returned to my apartment and poked my head inside. Bartok was there. He was pissed off, because I hadn't shared any breakfast with him.


Fuck. What the hell is wrong with me?
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val_corax: (Garou)
I don't know what is chewing on Silvertip's mind, but something is and the damn Uktena isn't about to flat-out tell me what is wrong. Whatever it is, it is getting worse, not better. I was tempted to poke at the Uktena's dreams before and after Slug mentioned Nightmares... Well, if I can find the root of Silvertip's problems, maybe I can help her. Sunday night, I went too bed late, made myself comfortable, then mimicked the affects of Dreamspeak and sent my mind out in search of Little-Silvertip's dreams.

Invading Silvertip's dreams and finding more than I'd bargained for. )

I feel sick and mom is worried about me. )

Trying to write down what I'd seen )
I tried sleeping. Couldn't sleep. So, I got back up and dug out a bottle of vodka. Four shots and a half-hour later, I managed to find oblivion.
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Returning home, a spoiled raven, and I've concluded that the answer to that question is 'NO'. )

Talking with Slug and getting creeped out. )

Holy fucking god, that was creepy. I picked it back up, pocketed it, waved a quick hello to Quoz(who’d just arrived), and took off as if the hounds of the Great Hunt were on my tail.

Called up my mom when I got home. She is not pleased. Wants to meet up with me tomorrow, midway between St. Claire and her place. Well, at least the weather is warmer now. Time to break out the switchback.

What? What was that? Uhh. Bartok isn't in that part of the apartment...
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