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[untempered]

Who: Noric, anyone
When: Day 52, early morning
Where: the common room
What: the fabled priest insanity of old

[It's early enough that most of the inhabitants of the common room right now are the dead batmonkey corpses. One person, though, is standing with one hand pressed to the glass, heedless of the blood stains on it.]

Wrong. This world is wrong ... I can't feel it here. There's nothing...

[Oh goody he's talking to himself in disturbing ways. Engage?]

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[untempered]

[touches the wall]

It is all different, in this place.

[intellectum]

A little. You need to get used to it.

[untempered]

[he looks incredibly pained, for a moment, though you can't feel it from him. his hand shakes slightly.]

[intellectum]

Calm yourself.

[untempered]

[his hand drops.]

[intellectum]

... [sigh]

You're going to be fine.

[untempered]

[doesn't respond, just staring at some fixed point beyond your shoulder.]

[intellectum]

[... shakes him]

Noric!

[untempered]

[looks back at him, after a prolonged pause.]

[intellectum]

Lie down. Eat. Cook. Do something!

[untempered]

...

[reaches out and touches Xavier's cheek.]

[intellectum]

[looks like he wants to cry]

[untempered]

[...he turns, and goes to lie down on the couch.]

[intellectum]

[takes in a deep breath]

Do you need anything?

[untempered]

Nothing... no.

[intellectum]

[god I don't know what to doooo]

I see.

[untempered]

[moves his hand up to clasp at a point on his chest.]

[intellectum]

[okay, no, pushing it away]

[untempered]

[something hollow flickers across his expression]

[intellectum]

Don't.

[untempered]

[shuts his eyes, breathing going quiet.]

[intellectum]

[closes his eyes briefly, pained]

[untempered]

[faint flickers of confusion, heavy and leaden.]

Xavier...?

[intellectum]

Noric?

[untempered]

[turns to look in his direction, though his eyes are slightly unfocused.]

I was downstairs...