[centre][color=SlateGray][h1]MP-6736-OPEN[/h1][/color]
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[color=gray]Possible Targets:[/color] [@AelitaJezebelle][@randomness]
[color=gray]Location:[/color] [color=a187be]Cafeteria [Entrance][/color][hr][hr][/centre]
[indent][color=LightSlateGray]   The one who had touched him moved in front of him, but surprisingly nothing more came of it than the sound of a gentle, reassuring voice. Once again, a voice very different from the whispers.

   ...'Once again'?

   Uncertainly, the young man slowly lowered the meager shield of limbs he had created for himself, still hazy eyes staring out in confusion past them into a pair of blue ones. These ones did not feel as familiar as the brown ones from before... However, as his gaze flickered haltingly around, he somehow did feel less as though it -whatever it was- had him. But everything was no less wrong.

   The blue eyes took his hand and told him to come with them... 

   Them? No, it was... a woman, wasn't it? A woman with blue eyes... Why had he thought....? No, what had he thought, again? 

   ...She was telling him to go with her, so surely that was right. Yes, he allowed her to lead him away, just as they always did... they... Yet it felt early, somehow, for that. Didn't it? Wasn't there something that he was supposed to do first? Something... something... The man, the eating man, came into view again, and all at once the awful red came rushing back to him. The blue eyes were leading his body away, down an ever-lengthening tunnel and gradually pulling further and further away from him. Leaving him alone, drawn deeper and deeper into the red.

   Spiraling slowly down, 
                       down, 
                          sinking, 
                             sucked down toward the cracks below the surface...

   [i]The whispers were getting loud again.[/i]

   
   Another touch on his other hand drew him sharply back out, and he might have flinched again had it not been accompanied by the return of the small voice. Well, he gave a much lesser flinch, at least. Looking down, he saw those brown eyes. They matched the blue ones more now, but at least he remembered they were real. They were both real, right? The girl and the woman...

   ...Weren't they?

   He hadn't much noticed what she'd said, but neither could he see the red anymore from the direction he was facing, and that was an improvement. In its place, however, were the two clearest thoughts he could remember having yet.

   The first was the realization that for a moment he'd nearly lost what little of himself he had to spare. 

   This thought swiftly wavered and drifted away, as all other thoughts had up to that point. However, the second and far more unsettling of the two was a lingering one. One which he did not fully understand, yet which filled him with a resurgence of that deep sense of dread. Enough to lead him to staggering unstably as words so clear they hardly seemed like his own cut through the fog of his mind. 

   [i][b]'That was close.'[/b][/i]

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