I8: What is he doing? ((Open))

[Sean Hall]

It really wasn't that mysterious, Sean was meditating under a tree. The tattoos on his skin readily visible and glowing blue as he concentrated on the movement of magic around him, letting himself drift in its currents.

[Sean Hall]

As he focused on the tides of magic around him one of the currents seemed to call to him. It's color seemed to defy description and when Sean grabbed at it his mind screamed, and his tattoos glowed a retina burning brightness. His eyes glowing even through his eye lids.

Pwhn'guul i ghawl'fwata ryiu wgah uul'gwan h'iwn guu'lal. Pwhn'guul i ghawl'fwata ryiu wgah uul'gwan h'iwn guu'lal. Pwhn'guul i ghawl'fwata ryiu wgah uul'gwan h'iwn guu'lal.

The words were forced from Sean's mouth. Each one hurt more as he spoke it, the magic they called on burning his throat, his mouth, his vocal chords.

The current of magic grew more potent and Sean felt like he was being tossed back into himself. He felt the blade again, he felt chains break, and he began to cry as he stared around a ritual circle. Corpses were everywhere. Corpses he thought he recognized. He saw figures in a circle around him darkness shrouding them like ink. He saw a man with dead eyes, a grin with teeth too white to be natural. Another whose lips were stitched together yet still seemed to smile. He felt a gutteral scream escape his lips and one of the figures turned to ash, which drifted away. He saw three figures made of a strange viscous fluid pull themselves from the pools around the corpses and set upon the circle.

Images of cloaked figures hacked apart as he stared up at them from his knees feeling to small, too frail.

"Do not look, Sean." One of the figures said in a soft voice, a comforting voice, one that brought back painful yet unintelligible memories.

And then his eyes snapped open again. The words lost. The images burned into his mind. Sean was shaking the tattoos beginning to fade once more.

[Tala Davis]

Tala stepped into view, she was not looking very happy. Ren was with her, off leash, even the fox looked disturbed and worried.

"Sweetie, I'm no magic user, but I know bad when I see it. That was not good."

She knelt down near him but didn't touch him. She didn't need to, she could feel him, she probably could have felt him from in her room.

[Sean Hall]

Sean was covered in sweat and he looked exhausted to say the least. He also looked more than a little shaken.

"Didn't feel good either," Sean said as he leaned forwards onto his knees and spat blood onto the ground. "Same thing twice now."

[Tala Davis]

"I know." She smiled as Ren moved to his thigh and nuzzled it. "You need to talk to someone, you need help. I don't know what you saw, but..you were terrified and in pain, serious deep soul pain."

[Sean Hall]

Sean gently rubbed Ren's head.

"I don't really know either," Sean said, "It was like being in a horror movie. So much pain, death, blood, and a voice I've never heard before that sounded so...familiar, comfortable.

It felt so real like it was actually happening to me."

[Tala Davis]

"You were glowing, blood, death and magic were involved, I've venturing a guess it really wasn't a good thing. If someone is reaching back through your...connection, it's serious."

[Sean Hall]

"I would know if it was external," Sean said, "Magic should leave a discernible taint, a thread you could follow. Unless the person is far, far better tha-"

Sean's body glowed again and the world seemed to blend into the images again. Tala was actually sucked into the experience. She could see it. She could feel the bite of steel into Sean's chest. The scream of rage, anger, passion. The figures made of red liquid pulling themselves out of the bodies, the smell, they were made of blood. They used their limbs to disembowel a cowled figure. Tala could see Sean, a child, covered in bloody runes painted on his flesh glowing blue through the illusion. Broken chains attached to manacles on his wrists and ankles. She could see glowing eyes as a cowled shape changed into something hideous and distorted, body covered in fur, eyes glowing red.

"Don't look, Sean." It was the voice again it was like silk, it reminded Tala of warmth, the comforts of home, a hummed song.

Then the vision ended again, and spots of blood could be seen on Sean's chest.

"Oh, bloody hell," Sean murmured.

[Tala Davis]

Tala winced, a similar sharp pain in her chest. "Past...memory. You need help, now." She finally actually touched him, helping him up. "Infirmary first."

[Sean Hall]

Sean got to his feet slowly. The blood soaking into his shirt began to show the shape of the original rune from the vision.

"Infirmary first," Sean said sounding exhausted and a bit disconnected, "It's...just another bad dream. Just one more bad dream."

[Tala Davis]

"I hope I'm wrong too. Ren, come."

[Sean Hall]

Sean followed Tala to the infirmary.