[OOC: Feel free to witness any potion of Newt's Precursor plot; you can have your character witness a memory of him captured aboard the Ximilia after if you wanna skip the train stuff. Warnings exist in the top levels and logs, but tread carefully for the following: possession and loss of bodily autonomy, violence, death, and general destruction.
Weird flashes, like blinking your eyes really fast after too much sunlight. Glimpses of things. Awful things. Painful things. Pulsing headaches mixed with exhaustion when waking; looking in the mirror and seeing someone who isn't you, not really. There's a confusing moment where everything feels like too much at once, like you can't get your bearings, like you're forgetting something important you're supposed to be doing —
'I shot Peter, I tried to kill the Doctor, I left Rosinante to die —
No, no no, it wasn't me. It wasn't me!'
And then it suddenly just. Stops. Everything gets clear, and the fog lifts.
You're on a train. The train is full of smoke and smells like blood and scorched metal, but it still pushes on, following a railroad through the top of deep waters that leave no room for true escape. Inside the train car, you can see Newt — 'Newt' — pacing through the train in a business suit; there are small splashes of blood on his fancy coat. Some drops on his otherwise clean shoes.
Behind him, where the carnage extends further back, the roar of a kaiju could be heard. You and him, you're stuck. You in a memory, and him? In his own body. He very nearly strangles Clara Oswald, and stabs the Doctor in the process. He mocks Kovacs before throwing him aside with cheap tricks. Launches Peter Quill out the side of the train. Nearly kills Jim and Daisy, and nearly blows up the train and its passengers if not for Rhysand's distractions — and Alina's fast reflexes, though she had nearly gotten killed from the knife that had been sunk into her side in the process.
It's a fucking mess, guys. These memories feel detached and strange, with large chunks missing out of them in-between. It feels like someone nearly black-out drunk or drugged to the gills, unable to process without sinking back into a temporary darkness in their own heads. Up feels down and right feels left. Sometimes you feel frozen.
At some point during the memories, Newt's gaze snaps to the person intruding on them where they stand in the train. His mouth twitches into a grim, unhappy line.]
What do you want? They took everything.
[Not everything. But as he stands in the wrecked train car, glass and blood scattered across the seats and walkways, he looks defeated. He sways in the humid breeze that burns through the train cars — courtesy of some busted windows.]
... It's too late now. I can't stop them; they won't let go.
IV. North Wing // Precursor Memories
LOG 1: The botched train mission.
LOG 2: The aftermath and release of Newton Geiszler.]
[These memories feel... off.
Weird flashes, like blinking your eyes really fast after too much sunlight. Glimpses of things. Awful things. Painful things. Pulsing headaches mixed with exhaustion when waking; looking in the mirror and seeing someone who isn't you, not really. There's a confusing moment where everything feels like too much at once, like you can't get your bearings, like you're forgetting something important you're supposed to be doing —
'I shot Peter, I tried to kill the Doctor, I left Rosinante to die —
No, no no, it wasn't me. It wasn't me!'
And then it suddenly just. Stops. Everything gets clear, and the fog lifts.
You're on a train. The train is full of smoke and smells like blood and scorched metal, but it still pushes on, following a railroad through the top of deep waters that leave no room for true escape. Inside the train car, you can see Newt — 'Newt' — pacing through the train in a business suit; there are small splashes of blood on his fancy coat. Some drops on his otherwise clean shoes.
Behind him, where the carnage extends further back, the roar of a kaiju could be heard. You and him, you're stuck. You in a memory, and him? In his own body. He very nearly strangles Clara Oswald, and stabs the Doctor in the process. He mocks Kovacs before throwing him aside with cheap tricks. Launches Peter Quill out the side of the train. Nearly kills Jim and Daisy, and nearly blows up the train and its passengers if not for Rhysand's distractions — and Alina's fast reflexes, though she had nearly gotten killed from the knife that had been sunk into her side in the process.
It's a fucking mess, guys. These memories feel detached and strange, with large chunks missing out of them in-between. It feels like someone nearly black-out drunk or drugged to the gills, unable to process without sinking back into a temporary darkness in their own heads. Up feels down and right feels left. Sometimes you feel frozen.
At some point during the memories, Newt's gaze snaps to the person intruding on them where they stand in the train. His mouth twitches into a grim, unhappy line.]
What do you want? They took everything.
[Not everything. But as he stands in the wrecked train car, glass and blood scattered across the seats and walkways, he looks defeated. He sways in the humid breeze that burns through the train cars — courtesy of some busted windows.]
... It's too late now. I can't stop them; they won't let go.
[He presses the ball of his palms into his eyes.]