ataraxion | ( 001 ❱❱ VIDEO )

[The device clicks on the video recorder to reveal a pale man, tired but fully aware. There's always a sense of restlessness and a weight in his eyes that not even the technology of this ship could rid him of, but his current situation doesn't quite invite a lighthearted mood to begin with, does it.

He's been lost, confused for someone else, drifted away from the crowds and dealt with a headache he couldn't control, all the while trying to place a name on the idea that there was someone he was missing. Several hours later Bass has checked the network and tried to use his abilities to make sense of this situation and find out what happened to that someone -- Bonnie.

The tone is deliberately careful and his sentences slow.]

I need to know why we're here. The prophet couldn't do this. The sulfurs couldn't do this, either. [Way too fucking elaborate for a problem that could've been solved by just shooting him in the head.] So I need to know what you want, and I need to know what you did to my sister.

More importantly, I need to know that she's okay. [A beat. Suddenly he doesn't sound so careful anymore, tension growing in his voice.] Because if she's not, you're going to be in very, very deep shit.

[Silence. Having said that, Bass takes on a new expression, brows knitting only slightly, message carrying a much more personal purpose.]

Bonnie, if you can see this -- just say something. [She should know what he means: Call for me, even if it's just in your thoughts.] I'll find you.

[Click.]

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That doesn't really mean anything where I come from.

[He was younger than that when his power came crashing down on his head, maybe a little older when he lost control and devoured a man for the first time.]

Just putting that out there.

Where I'm from it means I'm in high school.

[That wasn't a thing for him, either.]

So what's your brother supposed to be protecting you from?

He's my brother. Everything.

[Good answer, but part of him really doesn't buy the way these answers are supposed to fit together.]

In highschool?

When was the last time you were in high school?

[Oo gurl. Bass exhales, then, simply:] I wasn't.

Then suffice to say that's enough.

Why not?

[There's another sound, a breath released from some contradictory impulse to laugh.]

Grew up in a sulfur city. No one really bothers with schools anymore.

[Instead kids just wandered the streets and caused trouble until they were old enough to sell their soul to the Devil. Ah, memories.]

That doesn't sound very nice.

I'd take it over sitting in a room all day.

Where are you from?

Tualatin, Oregon. It's near Portland.

Don't think I've ever been there. What's it like?

It's a suburb. It's kind of boring.

Boring usually means safe.

That too.

Let's hope this place is boring, too.

Oh, I hope so.

[Silence.]

Are you alone right now, Sera?

Yes.

[He doesn't sound concerned - not exactly - but it's close enough.]

You shouldn't be.

I found my room.

Do you want to keep me company?

I didn't mean me, but being around other people might be a good idea. [Never mind he'd say the exact opposite to his sister. But she doesn't do too well in a crowd.] Most them seem safe enough.

[Because it'd be creepy if you just offered it yourself, Bass.]

I'll have to go out soon enough. I guess I can use my device to talk. I really just want my slate, though.

Your slate?

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