[While this world is without a lot of the horrors that Rei grew up with, he still prefers to sleep in the tub. Old habits die hard, it seems. Or rather, it's difficult to leave behind the traumas that draw him to safer sleeping places. He's currently fast asleep, having had another late night/early morning gaming session, except this particular instance doesn't seem very restful. Occasionally, Rei does have nightmares, most stemming from his childhood, but this one is a little different. He's kicked off the thick blanket covering him, his body overheated, when he usually runs cold. His skin is covered in a thin sheen of cold sweat. On his face is a troubled expression, but more than that is the pain he seems to be in. Eyebrows knit together, his mouth ajar, panting, as a dull pain courses through his body.
Unseen is the wound he got a couple of months ago, on the back of his shoulder, pulsing with black energy. His heart is racing, but it's hard to tell if it's from the pain he appears to be experiencing, or the nightmare. It's a familiar nightmare- flashes of him killing people. Their cold, lifeless eyes boring through him in condemnation. Constant reminders of the orders given to him by his father, painful reminders of what happens to those that betray the organization. No one is safe. Bonds don't exist. Ties easily severed.
Then, at a glimpse, he thinks he sees a woman. She's familiar. He knows who she is, and in an instant there's a flash of light... before everything turns red--
It's late morning when he hears a scream that rouses him from that nightmare. He bolts upright in mid-panic, struggling to catch his breath. His hair and clothes are little damp and he immediately notices that he doesn't feel quite right. Something is off...
Nausea.
He leans forward, attempting to stave off whatever this feeling is- his vision blurry and head spinning. When he squeezes his eyes shut all he sees is red, all he smells is blood, and it's enough to force his eyes open.
Focus on something else.
Anything else.
Like that scream...
It was Kazuki, but he knows that particular scream. He's not in danger. Sounds like he's losing his shit, though. Rei remains sitting in the tub, trying to get his bearings under control, pushing back the awful feeling trying to envelope him. In due time, the wound ceases pulsing, and his breathing settles. Ignoring the rest, he uses the rim of the bath tub to pull himself up onto his feet, intent on walking it off, literally.
When he finally emerges from the bathroom, he can see Kazuki hunched over the table in the living room, writing furiously between choked noises and manic movements. Must be Miri, he thinks, and he slowly approaches the couch looking like a disheveled gremlin that just woke up from a thousand year slumber. His hair is all out of place and his jacket is hanging off one of his shoulders- he appears no different than usual.]
... You okay?
[He asks groggily, knowing the answer to that question, but allowing Kazuki to vent if needed.]
action;
Unseen is the wound he got a couple of months ago, on the back of his shoulder, pulsing with black energy. His heart is racing, but it's hard to tell if it's from the pain he appears to be experiencing, or the nightmare. It's a familiar nightmare- flashes of him killing people. Their cold, lifeless eyes boring through him in condemnation. Constant reminders of the orders given to him by his father, painful reminders of what happens to those that betray the organization. No one is safe. Bonds don't exist. Ties easily severed.
Then, at a glimpse, he thinks he sees a woman. She's familiar. He knows who she is, and in an instant there's a flash of light... before everything turns red--
It's late morning when he hears a scream that rouses him from that nightmare. He bolts upright in mid-panic, struggling to catch his breath. His hair and clothes are little damp and he immediately notices that he doesn't feel quite right. Something is off...
Nausea.
He leans forward, attempting to stave off whatever this feeling is- his vision blurry and head spinning. When he squeezes his eyes shut all he sees is red, all he smells is blood, and it's enough to force his eyes open.
Focus on something else.
Anything else.
Like that scream...
It was Kazuki, but he knows that particular scream. He's not in danger. Sounds like he's losing his shit, though. Rei remains sitting in the tub, trying to get his bearings under control, pushing back the awful feeling trying to envelope him. In due time, the wound ceases pulsing, and his breathing settles. Ignoring the rest, he uses the rim of the bath tub to pull himself up onto his feet, intent on walking it off, literally.
When he finally emerges from the bathroom, he can see Kazuki hunched over the table in the living room, writing furiously between choked noises and manic movements. Must be Miri, he thinks, and he slowly approaches the couch looking like a disheveled gremlin that just woke up from a thousand year slumber. His hair is all out of place and his jacket is hanging off one of his shoulders- he appears no different than usual.]
... You okay?
[He asks groggily, knowing the answer to that question, but allowing Kazuki to vent if needed.]