I will consume dinner at approximately 1800 hours. Given an average 45 minute dinner conversation with York, I am free for the rest of the evening after that.
York had hardly any idea of what had happened, finding himself crouching on the floor, gasping and grasping at his face with his hands. He had caught the sight of AM rushing away out of the corner of his vision, and that glance away was enough to allow the creature that stood before them to incapacitate him. Worse, it seemed it may have stolen his vision. It was unlike him to react to things with panic, but this was more than extreme. First was his foremost concern, D's safety, ahead even of his own.
"D!" he said, flattening his hands on the floor and trying with all his might to see beyond the blackness that had obscured everything. "D, are you okay?"
Delta kept his voice as calm as possible under the circumstances, though the adrenaline was still causing his blood to pound in his ears. The possibly-deafening sound of a firearm discharged was followed by some skittering.
"I will be your eyes," he said, still sounding a little urgent. "York, can you describe the sensation you are experiencing?"
Pitch-blackness was different than points of light or a feeling of light sensitivity. Whatever that attack was, though, it wasn't anything Delta was used to, which was a concern.
He described concisely the hallscape and tugged York along by the hand.
Considering the fact that the monster that had grabbed him had been drooling everywhere, it wasn't a very nice feeling. "Just, motherfucking..." He was still righting himself from his fall, and he managed to trip over the floor then. He came to a stop, setting a flattened hand out to the side to see if he could contact a wall. "Give me a sec D, can we afford that? Is there anything around?"
He stopped his advance and rounded back to York, keeping one hand on him at all time to reassure York of his presence. "For the moment it is clear. Please remember to breathe."
It's advice he was taking himself, as seeing York like this was not reassuring in the slightest.
He wasn't going to panic, not here, not now, but he did have to fight down the feeling. He swallowed and felt his way up Delta's arm until he could manage to get his arm around D's shoulders. "D?" His grip was a tad too hard, he knew, but he was fighting back that feeling. This was stuff that came out of his worst nightmares. He'd already lost enough of his vision before this. "D, Christ, I know you won't leave me alone, but don't leave me alone."
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Acknowledged. Shall I bring anything?
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Thank you for the invitation.
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touch base as it were
york's told me a lot about you
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May I ask to whom am I speaking?
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name's wheatley i'm one of the ai on board
the first one incidentally
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but not for lack of trying
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if i can get it to work the option will be there
not liking it so much are you
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Action!
"D!" he said, flattening his hands on the floor and trying with all his might to see beyond the blackness that had obscured everything. "D, are you okay?"
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Delta kept his voice as calm as possible under the circumstances, though the adrenaline was still causing his blood to pound in his ears. The possibly-deafening sound of a firearm discharged was followed by some skittering.
He reached down to place a hand on York's.
"Come. It is not safe here. You are injured."
Okay, maybe he sounded a little panicked.
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Pitch-blackness was different than points of light or a feeling of light sensitivity. Whatever that attack was, though, it wasn't anything Delta was used to, which was a concern.
He described concisely the hallscape and tugged York along by the hand.
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It's advice he was taking himself, as seeing York like this was not reassuring in the slightest.
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The sight loss had to be bad if York was panicking this much.
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