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William Strannix: Yes, of course! Hence the name: movement. It moves a certain distance, then it stops, you see" A revolution gets its name by always coming back around in your face. You tried to kill me you son of a bitch....so welcome to the revolution.
- Under Siege
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Brend had been the first to Awake from this occurrence of Lazarus Sleep, what they'd come to call the periods of time they lost; periods that memories became fuzzy, or ceased to exist. At first it had been Kristoph, then Brend, and soon after anyone else who was possessed of a Myriad had suffered it in one form or another - at least all those Brend knew.
Every time he would awaken from it, he felt refreshed and strong; as if awakening from an actual sleep. But the rest of the experience was somewhat more sinister. It wasn't the type of sleep where you went to bed, got yourself comfortable, and dozed off; Lazarus Sleep was more akin to experiencing 'missed time', except you're also very aware of how much time passed, with no recollection of how it was spent.
The most disturbing thing, he thought, about the experience was that when you entered Lazarus Sleep....you were gone. You didn't simply fall asleep....you were just gone; people you had been talking to would not remember the how or why you left - just that you were gone. And they would completely shrug it off, as if your disappearance was natural. The fact that a person could be so inexplicably accepting of sudden - and sometimes long term - disappearances, taking them so unquestioningly in stride, was the worst. Your absence might be noticed....but never the departure.
"Now you might ask," Brend said rather loudly, as in someone had been speaking his earlier musings aloud, while he stared at a blank television screen inside his quarters at the Bristle Crios compound, "what does this have to do with anything" And the simple answer is, I have no idea. This....is not at all how I planned this." He frowned, staring at the reflection of himself do the same. "No - it's not madness. No that's too mundane." he spread his arms to the side, giving an exasperated look to the blank screen. "No, that's not my ego talking - its happening to you to-" he paused, his eyes narrowing. He was listening to something. "I don't think it's that we're dying," he took a breath as if to say something else, "I don't know though. Maybe....but that kind of makes the rest of this a little clich", doesn't it' Is that right' Or is the whole trope thing again, good guys resurrected and such?" He paused again, listening and nodding as if to confirm. "Right. I think if we really died, then....we wouldn't be coming back, so this must be something else. What is it they say, 'dead is dead, Jack'" he grinned. "I dunno, I think it just sounds better when you leave his name on the end" he laughed.
He stopped, suddenly serious.
He wasn't sure who exactly he was talking to, besides his own reflection in a tv that was not only switched off, but was busted. He slid out of his seat and headed for the door, a slightly worried expression on his face. He never looked back.
After he had left, had walked out of the room, his reflection walked back into view on the busted tv.
"I might have been wrong....about the madness."
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Casey Ryback: What made you flip like this" William Strannix: I got tired of coming up with last-minute desperate solutions to impossible problems created by other fucking people. - Under Siege
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William Strannix: Yes, of course! Hence the name: movement. It moves a certain distance, then it stops, you see" A revolution gets its name by always coming back around in your face. You tried to kill me you son of a bitch....so welcome to the revolution.
- Under Siege
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Brend had been the first to Awake from this occurrence of Lazarus Sleep, what they'd come to call the periods of time they lost; periods that memories became fuzzy, or ceased to exist. At first it had been Kristoph, then Brend, and soon after anyone else who was possessed of a Myriad had suffered it in one form or another - at least all those Brend knew.
Every time he would awaken from it, he felt refreshed and strong; as if awakening from an actual sleep. But the rest of the experience was somewhat more sinister. It wasn't the type of sleep where you went to bed, got yourself comfortable, and dozed off; Lazarus Sleep was more akin to experiencing 'missed time', except you're also very aware of how much time passed, with no recollection of how it was spent.
The most disturbing thing, he thought, about the experience was that when you entered Lazarus Sleep....you were gone. You didn't simply fall asleep....you were just gone; people you had been talking to would not remember the how or why you left - just that you were gone. And they would completely shrug it off, as if your disappearance was natural. The fact that a person could be so inexplicably accepting of sudden - and sometimes long term - disappearances, taking them so unquestioningly in stride, was the worst. Your absence might be noticed....but never the departure.
"Now you might ask," Brend said rather loudly, as in someone had been speaking his earlier musings aloud, while he stared at a blank television screen inside his quarters at the Bristle Crios compound, "what does this have to do with anything" And the simple answer is, I have no idea. This....is not at all how I planned this." He frowned, staring at the reflection of himself do the same. "No - it's not madness. No that's too mundane." he spread his arms to the side, giving an exasperated look to the blank screen. "No, that's not my ego talking - its happening to you to-" he paused, his eyes narrowing. He was listening to something. "I don't think it's that we're dying," he took a breath as if to say something else, "I don't know though. Maybe....but that kind of makes the rest of this a little clich", doesn't it' Is that right' Or is the whole trope thing again, good guys resurrected and such?" He paused again, listening and nodding as if to confirm. "Right. I think if we really died, then....we wouldn't be coming back, so this must be something else. What is it they say, 'dead is dead, Jack'" he grinned. "I dunno, I think it just sounds better when you leave his name on the end" he laughed.
He stopped, suddenly serious.
He wasn't sure who exactly he was talking to, besides his own reflection in a tv that was not only switched off, but was busted. He slid out of his seat and headed for the door, a slightly worried expression on his face. He never looked back.
After he had left, had walked out of the room, his reflection walked back into view on the busted tv.
"I might have been wrong....about the madness."
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Casey Ryback: What made you flip like this" William Strannix: I got tired of coming up with last-minute desperate solutions to impossible problems created by other fucking people. - Under Siege
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