superposition: ((talk to me))
Qubit ([personal profile] superposition) wrote2019-09-06 02:00 am

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"You've reached Qubit. Leave a message."

abheirrant: (❧ they weighed upon him,so heavy)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2021-02-28 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
[And then one more, as if it's an afterthought to that correction, and he won't be satisfied unless he makes it.]

I wouldn't be going by myself, of course.
abheirrant: (❧ troubling times)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2021-02-28 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm fine. I wanted to see what resources they have that wer could use.

[Which isn't really what Qubit asked, but Carlisle is feeling remarkably irritated with his shaking hands at the moment. He really needs to read over these messages before sending them. Why didn't he do that? Stupid hands and stupid technology and STOP SHAKING, DAMN YOU.]
abheirrant: (❧ they weighed upon him,so heavy)

[text → audio]

[personal profile] abheirrant 2021-03-01 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[He starts typing a reply, but gets so frustrated that he tosses his phone. It takes him a moment to find it again, and then he's mad at himself for having not be forthright in the first place. Why is he trying to talk around what he assumes is the problem? Isn't Qubit the one he trusts the most with this?

He pulls in a deep breath before calling back.]


I think I need to sleep.

[Sleep sleep. He wasn't thrilled with the idea when he told Qubit what happened with Ami and Pratt, and he's clearly not thrilled about the idea now, but...]
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abheirrant: (♛ felt nothing but bitterness)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2021-03-01 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
I don't know.

[He's frustrated by that, too; it manifests as a rumble in his throat.]

I feel exhausted. I'm always exhausted, but this is different.

[There's the audible crunch of a leaf being stepped on. It seems he felt bad enough that he's already meandering toward the spot he picked out: a nook in the wooded area of the Agricultural Zone that's thick with deciduous trees, and hopefully far enough away from the barn that the animals will be undisturbed.

He's more concerned someone else will find him out there, and that the worst will befall them. Fortunate as it was that Ami was unharmed last time it happened, Carlisle isn't sure his luck will hold out.]


I thought- that if I focused on something else, my head would eventually clear. What if- what if there aren't enough people here anymore? What if this doesn't work? I left you a broom near the edge of the woods. What if it isn't long enough?
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abheirrant: (❧ he felt that (how unusual))

[personal profile] abheirrant 2021-03-01 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
You... won't get too close, will you?

[Was that genuine worry in his voice? Yeah, that was genuine worry.]
abheirrant: (❧ a creature with his skin)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2021-03-02 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite his usual pessimism regarding absolutely everything he's involved in, Carlisle finds himself pleasantly comforted by Qubit's reassurance, enough so that has to fight the grin that tugs at the corner of his mouth. Qubit has his utmost trust in this matter; he won't let him down. It will be fine.]

In a moment, then.

[And with that, Carlisle hangs up. He continues walking until he reaches his destination, attempting to cling to that reassurance, but it fails him soon enough. Try as he might to not fixate on the details of what could happen should their plan go wrong, he still finds himself thinking of the greying grasses and twisted trees of Bear Den. He cannot help but see them when he recalls waking last time, coming to his senses to find the area all around him as withered and decayed as his home; the dead patch in the woods near the barn stands as a testament to how destructive his abilities can be, and how close he was to losing himself to them.

If only it had vanished, like the swamp and the men who attacked Kieran. That wouldn't change what he did, though.

He pushes his glasses up, rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. Why is he like this? Why does he have to be like this? Aren't there others more deserving of such a miserable existence? Why is that anyone puts up with him when he can't do anything right? When his mere presence is a terrible threat to everyone who inhabits the colony?

Pulling in a deep breath, Carlisle tries to curb those thoughts once more. Qubit's statement about the other Carlisle comes to mind. I supposed some must value you quite a lot, he tells himself. You are unwell. This... is your nature as an aberration. Do what you have to — focus on that, and Qubit will handle the rest.

With one more breath, he kneels within the copse, working on his preparations one step at a time: he sets his sleeping stone on the ground, then the page with the proper glyph for his tea, along with his mug. From his pocket, he retrieves the tiny jar with the paw plant clippings. Into the mug those go, along with conjured water. Mug onto the glyph, then—

Carlisle hesitates, his hand trembling above the activation point. It'd be safer to put himself to sleep now, but Qubit wanted to observe — and Carlisle wants him to observe, just in case something goes wrong immediately.

And what of it does? What if it's not the slower reaction they're hoping for, but is quick, jagged, merciless like the black lines of corrosion he expelled when healing Kieran? They cut across the grass toward the trees, draining the energy from them in an effort to stabilize him. They could have drawn from any one of the people around him: it could have been from Pratt, or Ben, or Kieran himself. It could have been Ami. It could be Qubit this time.]


You're not well.

[He insists that aloud, as though it'd be more convincing. His fears continue to prey on his mind as he takes a seat in the grass, hearing it crunch unpleasantly beneath him; it is already dried and withering.]
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abheirrant: (❧ an unnatural glow)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2021-03-11 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Poorly.

[It's a good thing Qubit got there in record time. Carlisle barely even looks Qubit's way as he technomances some kind of contraption into being just on his periphery; his gaze is instead affixed ahead of him, locked on a specific wrinkle in the bark of a tree on the other side of the clearing as though it were the cause of all his problems. It's not, obviously, but he finds staying focused on something — anything — other than himself helps.

Unfortunately, it's much harder not to think about himself and all the consequences of being himself entails now that Qubit is here. A sigh rattles its way out of his chest as a dozen questions run through his head, including:

What if this doesn't work?
Much like Carlisle wouldn't hear talk of Qubit's memory not returning, Qubit won't have any of that. It's out of the question, as far as he's concerned. It will work, or they will find a way to make it work.

What if it gets worse over time?
They will deal with it. The nebulous how still bothers him.

Would it not be better for him to simply leave Anchor? Why does he let his cowardice keep him there? What reason has he to remain and put everyone else in mortal peril just so he can exist?
He knows the answer to that, and would prefer not to think about it. It makes him feel like he has more in common with the other Carlisle than he'd like.

Instead of pondering any further, he draws his legs up to him, making himself as small and unobtrusive as possible, his head on his knees. The grass continues to crunch unpleasantly as his boots scrape against the ground.]


Wh- what's that do, again?

[He means the device Qubit has set up. It was a part of their plan, but he needs something else to focus on until they're ready, and admittedly, he finds Qubit's voice to be comforting.]
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abheirrant: (❧ but none could be found)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2021-03-11 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Right. Good. That's good.

[He pulls in another deep breath. He feels better, honestly. Maybe they can put this off. Maybe—

No no, no thinking like that. Qubit already chastised him once for delaying the inevitable. He frees one hand from around him and adjusts the tea on the glyph. His entire arm is trembling, and he fights the urge to gnaw his lip. Doesn't have much of it left, after all.]


I don't like this.
abheirrant: (♛ felt nothing but bitterness)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2021-03-12 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
[Carlisle's apparently not done, his voice croaking its way out of him once again, his shaking hands more animated as he tries to gesticulate his overwhelming anxiety.]

I don't like this, and I don't like you being here for this. [His tone sounds harsh as it comes out, grating in his throat in a way he finds distinctly uncomfortable.] I know that- I know I ought not do this on my own, and I trust no one else with this endeavor, but I don't— I don't...

[He shakes his head, unable to figure out exactly what he's trying to say. It must be his nerves drowning out rational thought, he assumes — or worse, his mind failing him as a precursor of the worst case scenario. Qubit is right: he's utterly terrified, and he's not sure any outcome of the day's experiment will grant him solace. If it works, it means he'll have to do this again and again, draining the life out of the plants of Anchor periodically in the hopes he doesn't turn on the people. It's necromancy, abhorrent and repugnant and absolutely vile in the eyes of his goddess, further proof of his monstrous nature. He is a creature, not a man; he cannot forget that.

And if it doesn't work, well... they'll have more catastrophic problems to deal with. Correction: Qubit will have to deal with them, as Carlisle expects he will no longer exist in any capacity. He shifts in his spot, feeling the physical distance between them, and in that moment, Qubit might as well be across the colony. At least he'd be safer there.

He sighs one more time.]


Forgive me. I am unwell. I know this is for the best, but I cannot help but feel we are making a mistake.
abheirrant: (❧ a sudden happening)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2021-03-12 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
But what if—

[He's about to ask about the possibility that there is no going forward from this experience, but he's so taken aback by the glyph that pops up from Qubit's watch that the question instead gets lodged somewhere in his throat. He knew Qubit was futzing with glyphcrafting — he's been keen to foster Qubit's interest in the subject, after all — but Carlisle wasn't expecting him to use it here, and certainly not with what appears to be one of his glyphs.

He recognizes it, and despite his anxious state, pieces together a couple of key details: Qubit, clever as he is, recognized what the glyph was designed to do, and he intends to use it here to protect his devices. Carlisle unwraps his arms from around himself, leaning on one hand to get a better look.]


You're a quicker study than I thought. I've not — [a tremor runs through him, but he recovers] — fully tested that one yet.
abheirrant: (❧ he kept his suspicion under wraps)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2021-03-13 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[While Carlisle's eyes glow all the time — some days brighter than others, as is the current case — he finds it unsettling when Qubit's eyes do the same, largely because he doesn't fully understand the reason for it. It's connected to his technokinesis, he's sure, but Qubit's insistence it isn't like magic, despite all the signs that say otherwise, always leads to Carlisle having more questions than answers.

His teeth grind behind his mask, his fingers curling into the desiccated soil beneath him. Qubit trusts Carlisle's work more than Carlisle himself does. Then again, Carlisle doesn't trust much of what he does these days, but that may just be his aggravated condition talking. He tries to clear his throat; his voice sounds worse with every word that escapes him.]


Your faith in me must be misplaced. I'll not apologize should your machines be ruined.

[Yes he will, but maybe a few times less than his normal dozen apologies.]
abheirrant: (❧ an unnatural glow)

[personal profile] abheirrant 2021-04-01 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[Carlisle pulls in a deep breath.]

I suppose I'm as ready as I can be, given the circumstances.

[He looks back to the glyph on the ground next to him, his uncertainty still woven into his brow. He closes his eyes, trying his best to push out the mental image of a black streak of rot snaking its way across the ground toward Qubit the moment he activates it. He has to trust this will work, or that, at the very least, Qubit will know how to handle it if something goes horribly wrong. He has no other real choice, and it's better than the alternative.

One more breath to steel himself, in and out.]


May her watchful eye observe us in this endeavor; may not a day go that she does not dream, and that we do not dream in turn. May it be that when we return to the cycle, our dreams are the same.

[That brief prayer said, he activates the glyph; the array lights up with a flash, leaving the cup steaming pleasantly beside him. Carlisle holds his breath as he lifts the mug to his face, inhaling deeply only once it's there—

And he's out like a light. That's nearly literal in the case of his eyes, the overwhelming illumination of them fading to nearly imperceptible glow. His hand trembles as he drops the mug, the rest of his body stiffening bit by bit for a second or two before going completely slack. His torso topples sideways rather than back, leaving him in a crumpled heap as he hits the ground without the slightest bit of resistance.

Said ground does suffer immediately: much like it did with Ami, it fades and withers around him, but the distance this time is limited, not even reaching Qubit's cameras. It seems the plan has been met with some success, but how much there will ultimately be is yet to be determined.

That's if Carlisle ever wakes up again, of course.]

Bless Qubit, man.

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