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xii λ the apple
[He wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but it certainly wasn't this.
At first there's just a weird feeling in him, something that makes it feel like his insides are vibrating, reverberating from the Apple in his hand.
Then it bursts, like an explosion, with a gold light tearing across the room in all directions. It vanishes into the walls, and Ezio can't see where it goes, but he's startled enough to drop the Apple. He feels winded.
Elsewhere in the castle, humans may have just felt like something tried to invade their head, and unless the castle chose to protect them from it, it'll hurt like a blast to the head.
And then it's gone.
What the hell was that?]
[Mini event post here! And an video example of what this looks like! Again, it won't effect non-humans, and any psychics who probe "back" at it will know whatever did it isn't organic.]
At first there's just a weird feeling in him, something that makes it feel like his insides are vibrating, reverberating from the Apple in his hand.
Then it bursts, like an explosion, with a gold light tearing across the room in all directions. It vanishes into the walls, and Ezio can't see where it goes, but he's startled enough to drop the Apple. He feels winded.
Elsewhere in the castle, humans may have just felt like something tried to invade their head, and unless the castle chose to protect them from it, it'll hurt like a blast to the head.
And then it's gone.
What the hell was that?]
[Mini event post here! And an video example of what this looks like! Again, it won't effect non-humans, and any psychics who probe "back" at it will know whatever did it isn't organic.]
Bold italics is telepathy, text is talking
Rubbing her head a bit, she mutters something about keeping the volume down for these kinds of things. Then blinks in realization. That wasn’t the telepathic signature of an organic creature. It was a machine. And close too, somewhere in the castle from the feel of it.]
So she sends a message back in the Speech, just to make sure she’s understood.]
Um, hello? Do you need something?
[Then to the journal, somewhat crossly.]
Alright, since when do we have telepathic machine life? Not that I’m complaining or anything, but I like to know ahead of time before I get a signal, thanks.
Also, there's this thing called volume control. Work on it.
[And naturally, she’ll be heading in the direction that the wave came from, trying to find the source. Who be sending her calls??]
no subject
Dictated:]
What is telepathy? Do you know what that was?
Dictated
That was a signal from a machine. Not sure what exactly, but I'm gonna find out.
Dictated
What was the signal?
Dictated
No message, just a mental force holding on with a death grip.
Dictated
I see. Are you alright?
[He feels terribly sorry about this.]
Dictated
I'd be more concerned about finding the signal's source if I were you.
Dictated
Dictated
Dictated
I did not know that was possible. Can you sense it still?
Dictated
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