[ Jesse's head snaps up and she nods to Steve. The ranger is immediately shuffling Saga to the back door, with Estevez behind him practically dragging Casey. Bureau staff starts to funnel out. Her green eyes dart back to the man she's beside, hands gently curly on his shoulders to try and comfort him.
« Can he sense where Scratch is? I guess it makes sense. Given their connection. How they're connected to the Dark Presence. Alan mentioned that Scratch and the Dark Presence were interchangeable at one point. »
She doesn't react to how he flinches away. Polaris is on high alert and trying to amplify herself to be louder than the other entity encroaching on their space. It's hard, as there's little light, and the few HRAs they do have. Not to mention that her host is weak as well. Still, the seemingly benevolent resonance tries to build--even using that spark of Light that remains inside the Writer. ]
I'm not leaving. [ Her hands curl more. She can't leave him vulnerable to the Dark Presence. There's no telling what could happen if it finally got what it wanted. ] Just focus on Polaris, we'll--
[ Jesse suddenly finds herself shoved back by a force. She can barely catch herself with her own powers. Her hands slam onto the ground to stop the projection of the sudden burst of paranormal energy. She finally comes to a stop at the Control Point, but she's hunched over and trying to catch her breath. Strands of hair fall from the braided ponytail. Jesse can feel her body quake from its own weakness from the assault the night before.
« I can't be down. I can't stop. They need me. Alan, he's... »
Polaris flares again, shining brightly around her host. The youngest Director of the Federal Bureau of Control looks over towards the man she has tried her hardest to save. The suddenly bright green eyes fall on him as he suddenly stands up.
It suddenly feels like her stomach has fallen out. Her eyes widen as she recognizes who is in the room with her now. It's not Alan Wake. A sudden fear seems to grip her that she wishes she couldn't explain. Except, she knows exactly why she is afraid even if nothing in her posture or expression shows it.
The last time shes was in the same room with him...
Pain spikes through the wound from her head. She lowers herself again, eyes shut as the pain itself makes her body tremble. The wound is the same one as before. Except the man in the room gave it to her before. ]
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« Can he sense where Scratch is? I guess it makes sense. Given their connection. How they're connected to the Dark Presence. Alan mentioned that Scratch and the Dark Presence were interchangeable at one point. »
She doesn't react to how he flinches away. Polaris is on high alert and trying to amplify herself to be louder than the other entity encroaching on their space. It's hard, as there's little light, and the few HRAs they do have. Not to mention that her host is weak as well. Still, the seemingly benevolent resonance tries to build--even using that spark of Light that remains inside the Writer. ]
I'm not leaving. [ Her hands curl more. She can't leave him vulnerable to the Dark Presence. There's no telling what could happen if it finally got what it wanted. ] Just focus on Polaris, we'll--
[ Jesse suddenly finds herself shoved back by a force. She can barely catch herself with her own powers. Her hands slam onto the ground to stop the projection of the sudden burst of paranormal energy. She finally comes to a stop at the Control Point, but she's hunched over and trying to catch her breath. Strands of hair fall from the braided ponytail. Jesse can feel her body quake from its own weakness from the assault the night before.
« I can't be down. I can't stop. They need me. Alan, he's... »
Polaris flares again, shining brightly around her host. The youngest Director of the Federal Bureau of Control looks over towards the man she has tried her hardest to save. The suddenly bright green eyes fall on him as he suddenly stands up.
It suddenly feels like her stomach has fallen out. Her eyes widen as she recognizes who is in the room with her now. It's not Alan Wake. A sudden fear seems to grip her that she wishes she couldn't explain. Except, she knows exactly why she is afraid even if nothing in her posture or expression shows it.
The last time shes was in the same room with him...
Pain spikes through the wound from her head. She lowers herself again, eyes shut as the pain itself makes her body tremble. The wound is the same one as before. Except the man in the room gave it to her before. ]