Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170225222316

The chronofield slows Marcus to a standstill midair. Again, an image wavers into view, this one from his own memory.

Marcus finds himself in a field, green and verdant. Blue skies roll overhead, and a bright sun makes the colors of the painted landscape seem almost dreamlike. It's warm, very warm. Cicadas trill in the nearby woods as he stands alone, in a field.

Suddenly, there is a popping sound, and he is drenched in ice cold water. A rushing soumd and a gust of air follow closely behind a shape that whips by at incredible speed, just above. Only when it rises for a victory lap does Marcus hear the high, bright laughter of Aegis as she wheels around overhead, laughing, her water balloon having found its mark perfectly.

It is a short memory, and disappears as quickly as it materialized. Thomas is at the end of his energy, the chronofield shuddering.

"Marcus, your hunger is...an instinct! It doesn't own you!  You..."

Suddenly, with palpable rage, he thunders, "DOES SOMEBODY WANT TO GIVE ME A FUCKING HAND HERE?!?"