Masks: Tales of Heroism and Villainy
02-16-2017, 12:58 PM
Post: #978
RE: Masks: Tales of Heroism and Villainy
Hahaha, Bigshot is having a hard time keeping up. Valence is overwhelmed and spaces out again, I guess! The drowning and fighting is a lot happening, as well as various heart-to-hearts. It's a lot for her to keep up with, okay? Almost as much as it is for BIGSHOT.

At least Valence makes it where all the rest are, and even vaguely watches the screens for news and information! Though it doesn't sink in immediately. It never does. That's the beauty of disassociation.

When she finally DOES return to the real world though, it's to a horrible, throbbing pressure in her head. Disassociation was better than this. This is AWFUL. A groan leaves her parted lips, and she leans forward, the butt of her palms kneading at her temples. Through squinted eyes, she tries to get her bearings, tries to figure out what happened. Gotta comb through her memories. She's got this. Just gotta...remember...

Mason's dead.

Myriad's escaped.

Those are the first thoughts that split her brain, and they have her hissing as another spasm of agony hits the base of her skull. Feels like her brain's too big, too hot, just pulsating with pain.
It is very unpleasant, and coming around to the emotionally-overloaded bullshit in the room doesn't help either. It only has Valence clamping her eyes shut, trying to drown out the noise and voices around her. It's too much. It's so, so, so much, way, way too much.

Her family was probably dead.

Burt-- Burt might be--

Hot tears spring forth to the corners of her eyes, and she has to stifle a sob. Though it's hard to sob when there's no air in your lungs. When it feels like the entire room is shifting to close in around her, to crush her, to grind her aching form into nothingness.

In her youth, her mother would always tell her she wasn't alone. She had a big family, friends that cared for her, and siblings she could always talk to. Sharing one's emotions was expected. Distributing burdens among those that cared for you was considered the norm. It was encouraged, even!
Right now, though, all the presences around her don't make her feel less alone. They don't make her feel safe, or secure, or cared for. They don't help. These people only add to the cacophony. These people are the cacophony. The line between their emotions and hers is blurred, blurred to a point where she feels less like herself than she ever has, caught in a fucking tidal wave of brain chemicals with absolutely no hope of ever surfacing.

The burning in her lungs forces her to take a breath; the shuddering gasp that erupts from her an instant later is loud enough to cut through the room. In a single motion, she pushes her chair back and rises to her feet, her form trembling as she makes her way to the door. In a voice far louder than she thought she could manage, she croaks, "Need air." Or at least to get out of this room for even just a moment.

Eloquent. Far more coherent than she was expecting, too.

As soon as she's stepped through the doorway, she's fumbling for her phone, her fingers clumsy as she tries to look up news articles from home. Is Burt dead? Is there anyone confirmed dead that she knows yet? The media was always on national tragedies almost immediately. There had to be something.

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RE: Masks: Tales of Heroism and Villainy - Bigshot - 02-16-2017 12:58 PM