Litchi Faye-Ling (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
not_meatbuns) wrote2012-06-06 07:24 pm
not_meatbuns) wrote2012-06-06 07:24 pm
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Rebel 3 [Action/Written]
[After weeks of being with the Malnosso and then being under the influence of experiments afterward, Litchi had almost forgotten the sheer strain the Boundary is starting to put on her. But with the experiment over, the Malnosso influence gone, and everything returning to relative normal, it's back. And it hurts.
The coughing has gotten worse. Before, it wasn't nearly so frequent, and even then, there wasn't always blood coming up. Today, there are fits of coughing. Her handkerchief is already flecked with blood by the time she makes it to the plaza clinic in the morning for her shift.
For a while, the feedback quiets down. It dulls from a loud buzz to a muted hum. The coughing stops. The flashes of sight from timelines not her own stop.
But then, as she's walking to one of the examination rooms to replenish some supplies, it hits full-force. She staggers sideways into a wall as the violent coughing seizes her. The buzz of feedback noise rises to a roar. The clinic floor tiles shift and blur into a city street, a sewer, marble, the hallways of Sector Seven. The wave of dizziness grows until she suddenly realizes she's fallen to her knees... her vision is swimming in and out of focus but she thinks she can see blood flecking the floor before her... and just as a whisper of "I'm sorry, Litchi" reaches her brain without going through her ears, everything goes black. She crumples to the floor, completely unconscious, breathing ragged and shallow.]
[Written | 20% Locked away from Taokaka, Noel Vermillion, and Relius Clover]
[It isn't until much later in the evening, after she's been nursed back into the world of the living, that Litchi writes. When she does, her handwriting is shaky but still legible.]
One thing I have noticed in my time here is that, for all our differences, our worlds are all very much the same. Even those things which we seem to think make our own worlds unique seem to exist somewhere with someone else.
I have a question for everyone. And any help at all would be greatly appreciated.
In my world, we have a place we call the Boundary. It's [Pause. A wider space than necessary appears here.] a lot of things, really. But to keep it simple, it's a source of immense power and knowledge. A colleague of mine theorized that it contains the ultimate truth. In any case, normal humans cannot be exposed to its power for long. It breaks down the body and the mind until there isn't anything left.
I've been trying to find a cure for that erosion for many years. Convential, traditional, and even magical medicines can slow it, but can't stop it altogether, let alone reverse it. They treat the symptoms, not the disease.
If anyone has anything like this in their world, or has found a way to stop effects like this, please let me know. I'd forever be in your debt.
[[ooc: Yui will be finding Litchi, then any doctor is free to jump in to help. ♥]]
The coughing has gotten worse. Before, it wasn't nearly so frequent, and even then, there wasn't always blood coming up. Today, there are fits of coughing. Her handkerchief is already flecked with blood by the time she makes it to the plaza clinic in the morning for her shift.
For a while, the feedback quiets down. It dulls from a loud buzz to a muted hum. The coughing stops. The flashes of sight from timelines not her own stop.
But then, as she's walking to one of the examination rooms to replenish some supplies, it hits full-force. She staggers sideways into a wall as the violent coughing seizes her. The buzz of feedback noise rises to a roar. The clinic floor tiles shift and blur into a city street, a sewer, marble, the hallways of Sector Seven. The wave of dizziness grows until she suddenly realizes she's fallen to her knees... her vision is swimming in and out of focus but she thinks she can see blood flecking the floor before her... and just as a whisper of "I'm sorry, Litchi" reaches her brain without going through her ears, everything goes black. She crumples to the floor, completely unconscious, breathing ragged and shallow.]
[Written | 20% Locked away from Taokaka, Noel Vermillion, and Relius Clover]
[It isn't until much later in the evening, after she's been nursed back into the world of the living, that Litchi writes. When she does, her handwriting is shaky but still legible.]
One thing I have noticed in my time here is that, for all our differences, our worlds are all very much the same. Even those things which we seem to think make our own worlds unique seem to exist somewhere with someone else.
I have a question for everyone. And any help at all would be greatly appreciated.
In my world, we have a place we call the Boundary. It's [Pause. A wider space than necessary appears here.] a lot of things, really. But to keep it simple, it's a source of immense power and knowledge. A colleague of mine theorized that it contains the ultimate truth. In any case, normal humans cannot be exposed to its power for long. It breaks down the body and the mind until there isn't anything left.
I've been trying to find a cure for that erosion for many years. Convential, traditional, and even magical medicines can slow it, but can't stop it altogether, let alone reverse it. They treat the symptoms, not the disease.
If anyone has anything like this in their world, or has found a way to stop effects like this, please let me know. I'd forever be in your debt.
[[ooc: Yui will be finding Litchi, then any doctor is free to jump in to help. ♥]]
[Written]
The theoretical core of a wormhole?]
Time and space?
[Written]
[Written]
...Hm]
And how does this erosion take form, exactly? Does physical decay predate mental decay, does the physical start from the interior or exterior?
[...He should give her something-]
I ask because tests I have run on wormholes of my world have yielded results in which pilots are liquified. I am trying to draw a comparison.
[Written]
The erosion is usually marked with mental effects at first. It starts off by hearing or seeing things that - [Pause. How to word this.] - I would say "not there", but they are, just not in the right universe. The physical breakdown is gradual at first, but speeds up significantly as the mental erosion advances. The physical breakdown starts internally, but it does work its way outward. A colleague of mine lost his entire body to it.
[There's a longer pause before she adds this on, because she's sure it might help him see the parallels as well:] All that's left of him is a black sludge. His mind is still in there somewhere, but it's horribly fragmented.
[Written]