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[ It's not that strong, now that he's aware of it, but Alex's spike is strong enough to feed back through the connection. Hard. It's only three beats, but that's three warning beeps the heart monitor gives of the rate jumping above baseline. ]

Relax! How-- [ How do you even function with that short a fuse, holy shit- It's fine. Just. Unexpected. The new connection is moved to a proper position, like dragging a file across the desktop, then rebalance countless others. Reorient his own self back into a place where it is only His. Compared to Lion, he feels things so much. It's supposed to take longer than that for emotions to get through. It's surprising.

Actually. No. No it's not. At all. Either way, it's just a quick sure to make sure he is Himself again. Yes? Yes. Good. Time to be a shitposter. ] Accidentally made us official. Please take care of me, Mister Browning.

[

motherfucker-

Alex sputters and shoots back, slamming his head into the wall in the process, try feeling that in your connection you asshole. ]

Wh- f- I said not to make it weird, what the fuck, Will--! Shi-- explain with words, or I'm calling Lion!

[ Thankfully he moved the notif a second ago, because that slamming only comes across as a distant mental alert, ghosting across the relevant nerves to get across the severity. That's probably gonna give the poor kid one hell of a headache. Alas, it does nothing to stop him from laughing himself sick at the sudden reaction. This isn't a metaphor. A few seconds in it devolves into a coughing fit that doesn't look bad, but Alex can feel his own back shred itself, down into his lungs and ricocheting outwards again.

It's fine. Or the painkillers make it fine. Whatever. Same thing. Wait the few more breaths after so there's no stuttering. In good news, it means Alex isn't mocked relentlessly for the additional response. On this day alone, he gets away with minimal shitposting. ] Didn't know you could have multiple. That counted for that one Paladin skill. Lets me know where you are and if you're injured. It's mutual-

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It's mutual. It's mutual ]

...Sorry. Forgot- I can remove it.

[ Now Alex feels bad for Will suddenly hacking up a lung, and he can- he can feel it, internally, a tickle in his chest that isn’t his, a roughness like on a secondary level, it’s fascinating—but also, serves him right, and Alex is able to think that for about two seconds before the gashes on not-his back tingle and scream. Everything reverberates in his chest cavity, endless echolocation.

Alex lets out a breath that’s his, and then breathes it back in. He barely processes it until I can remove it and then he frantically shakes his head. ]

N-no! No, I mean— [ “I felt what you felt. ...I still feel you.” He never understood it before. Not really. He didn’t understand what she meant. ] You don’t... Just, teach me...how to control it. I don’t think it’s bad.

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[ Alex shouldn't feel bad at all, if only because once the pain isn't overlaying everything with static, all he gets across is receding guilt and Bottomless Amusement. The special flavor that comes when you watch your best friend fall out of a tree and lose your shit instead of helping him. That picture of Alex flipping out to bad he clocked his own skull is put in a picture frame and taped to the side of his cubicle forever.

Though the question earns this mental flatline for a split second. It's a fair question. But there's a high chance trying to give lessons in this state will just make no fucking sense at all. And it carries the risk of-

No, it's fine. He's too stupid to become a Witch. ] My system might not work. An's hard to explain without a space on hand. Can try giving you something to work with.

Close your eyes and picture a place you know perfectly.

[ Surprisingly, despite that exact feeling of schadenfreude sent so perfectly through their new connection, Alex finds no resentment or anger. In fact, should Will be able to pick up any of Alex's emotions, all he'll get is...some kind of wistful nostalgia?

Almost feels like having Tod back. ]

A place...? Uh... Okay. Alright. ...My room. [ Eyes closed, and the bed he's sitting on is his old twin. Nondescript gray comforter and sheets, books on all sorts of subjects laid out on the desk, in the bookcase, How-Tos and histories. Posters of bands, movies, a car show he went to once. Trinkets from all over brought as gifts from relatives, on windowsill and bedside table. Memorabilia from multiple basketball teams, as he'd never been able to pick a favorite. Large computer monitor, newspapers draped over it haphazardly. Juvenile decor above his bed--a poster of dogs in hats, of dinosaur fossils, like he'd been saying- ] ...told my mom, had to get rid'a the old kiddy stuff eventually, but...I never did.

[ A light smile settles on Alex's lips. He'd spent three months locked in that room, refusing to go farther than just down the hall and still plagued with Death's attempts, and yet... Despite all the fear, it's still the place he'd grown up. ]

Messy pack rat, huh. Maybe your room gave the Hunger indigestion. [ Rude- But it might make it harder. Telling him to just pin the Oath to his unconscious processes for future reference wouldn't make sense at all. Now he has to do the same thing in an area full of distractions. But he doesn't know how mental spaces work outside the loci method, so maybe it being more memorable overrides the too many objects. Worth a shot. ]

Now, with the Oath, you'll want to give it a Form. It needs to be noticeable and it needs to display all the information needed. At the same time, it should be distinctly separate from yourself. Whether it fits into your room or not doesn't matter. As long as it's distinct.

[ That made sense, right? Right. Probably. Shit. ]

[ A light twitch of his lips, but he tries to shoo that thought away. His words are more a mumble than anything, because he's focusing on the room. ] Shut it, I just liked collecting things.

[ But, with a frown: ]

What's... What d'you mean, display? How much information'll there be, I can't give it a place, if I don't...you know, know how much I'm working with.

[ There's no further insulting based on the first part, but there's that one slight smirk that reads entirely as 'yeah, whatever you say Hoarder'. It's such a normal stupid teenager thing. Can't fault him for it. ]

Would be so much easier with the damn room. [ But no, he's stuck in a hospital bed and Alex is too much of a weenie to break him out just to give a basic magic lesson. Just move past it. ] The Oath covers what state I'm in, physically or otherwise, as well as my location. Starts out vague, but I can pinpoint Lion with accuracy now. Whatever you pick, leave it open for evolution.

[ I mean hey, if you try and frame as "What Would Clear Do" he'd probably do something like break a person out of a hospital room, he definitely debated breaking in- ]

So, like... Some kinda... Outline. Like one of those dumb bubble outlines they made us do in school.

[ A wall... If he can just picture that- ] Outside my room, it's already got enough shit on the walls. ...Will I be able to do that? With you, I mean, since it goes both ways?

[ Don't break into hospitals Alex, ffs. Also, it's probably better in the long run that Alex didn't break in. Tank would've snapped him like a crusty pool noodle. ]

Like I said, my system's different. Worry about your end. [ r u d e ] If you can picture everything you're receiving as something that works on that wall, you can place it there.

[ He was also a recent patient, Tank would not snap him in half!!! ]

Aw- come on, I just wanna know if I'll be able to tell where you are.

[ ...Little shit-eating grin. ]

[ What a brat. Two can play that game. ]

You shouldn't let other people construct your space. Something bad might happen.

I'll construct it myself. It's- it's like that meditation stuff, right?

[ oh my god of course alex has tried meditation- ]

It'd just be nice, you know, have like...a beeper on you, or something, next time you get yourself into trouble.

Close enough.

[ Too bad meditation hasn't done much for him. Kid's still a nervous wreck. This would normally be focused on more, but Alex throws out a comment that immediately brings up the picture of putting one of those electronic dog collars on a particularly unruly pet.

Rude as hell. ] I don't get in trouble that often.

Says the man lying in a hospital bed.

[ A light, breezy smile. At least he's taking this well now. ]

[ Ughhhhhh. ]

It's only the fifth time, relax. [ What an overreacting baby. But all that comes through is the feedback of annoyance, but specifically the 'dammit mom stop nagging' variety. ] Just set up your GPS.

[ He snorts. Oh, that's a nice...nice feeling, he's a teenage boy, that kind of bickering's what he's used to. ]

Alright, alright. Okay, so... Like one of those...erasable whiteboards, except...big, big enough...like a whole hallway...

[ He's mumbling to himself as he visualizes. Dummy. ]

[ An absolute dummy. But it means Alex doesn't get on his case for having what is probably the highest hospitalization record. Joke's on them, he hasn't died. Get fucked Stop Dying 101!

The voice isn't loud or rushed. Simply the type of idle correction you'd give to someone practicing music. Your hand needs to be in second position, less pressure on your bow. ]

Don't be afraid to push the walls back. Remember. You have a space as infinite as the Sea. Common sense need not apply.

[ You should still be careful, you dolt. He'll be back to that, he really will.

Alex's natural curiosity works against him, as he falters. ] The sea? You mean the ocean?

Don't make me throw the remote at you.

[ Bedridden or not, he will nail you from here if you don't focus. ]

You can't just say things, man, I'm gonna ask questions.

[ You can probably feel at least some of his overflowing curiosity, like come on.

He's focusing, he's focusing!! ]

[ He can. And he's honestly kind of impressed. Maya doesn't count because #Contract, but Lion's emotions are nowhere near this vivid. It's beautiful, but also the same type of beautiful that comes from staring at the sun for ten minutes. ]

Here's a question. At 10am, Train A leaves the station. An hour later, train B leaves the same question on a parallel track. If Train A travels at a constant rate and Train B travels at an exponential one, how much time would it take before I reach over and smack you through the Oath?

[ At least he's feeling better. ]

[ No- wait, a train goes zooming past his room and he squirms, and then another-- Will stop- ]

Y- st-stop making me do math, tha's'not fair! [ Actually flailing his hands to try and smack the non-existent distractions out of his mental space, his house isn't a fucking train yard!

He's also absolutely whining. Child. ] Can you actually hit me through this thing? Do I gotta watch out for a mental flyswatter?

[ It's B. Something moving expontentially will always beat a constant. Thus, Alex's answer is wrong. He must be tested. At first, on Alex's end, everything goes very still. A monitor gets turned off. Focus inward on thousands of years of every time some stupid fucking intern ran their mouth off and had to get their head smashed against a desk to make them listen. Come, remember what form you had, or however that line goes, and the monitor gets flicked back on.

On Alex's end, the next time he turns around to his whiteboard hell hallway, there's a Change. A piece of A4 printer paper taped to the wall, the first in what will most likely end up an endless array of paranoia-fueled conspiracy boards. The quality is sub-par - about as good as your average late-90s printer - but it is a hyperrealistic image of Will throwing the remote at Alex and nailing him between the eyes with it.

And thus his room is created. ]

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what a good icon

the instructions i gave luc were "an icon specifically for trolling will"

luc continues to be perfect

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