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[With everything that had been going on, Rung's head hadn't stopped aching for days now it seemed. And then there was the white noise, the noise that made it all far worse and it was getting to the point that he could barely focus. Because not only did the ache make it hard to focus, but there was something....calling? It was weird and he couldn't quite figure out if that's what it was.

Overall though, he wasn't about to let anyone else know about his own pain considering what the others were going through, even as he lightly touched his head, rubbing it some as he stared at something out of sight of the camera.]

With everything that has been going on as of late, if anyone is in need of anyone to talk to...my door is always open. I just wanted to make sure that everyone was aware of that, now more than ever.

[Whatever he was looking at off camera is dropped on the desk as Rung rubs his head a bit more, focusing on the camera finally with a solemn look.]

Also whatever..is going on with this white noise everyone is hearing...please be safe everyone.

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[As with everyone he talks to like this, Rung was silent the entire time, letting Vandal get it all out while recording it all for his own private records--about her and their session that is. It isn't the craziest thing he's ever heard so he doesn't find it all that hard to believe but..]

What exactly did they do to you that makes you think it was this cult, Vandal? Perhaps if you can explain what you think as triggered it, we can find a way to ease it all.

Well. It's a religion. Widely accepted where I'm from. Unitology. They basically worship something called The Marker. It's an artifact that was uncovered and they believe it was the source of human life. That our species was created by another race.

I... I was. [ Wow this is hard to admit. ] Lonely. A little desperate. Not as young as I used to be and kinda. Well. I guess I was desperate for meaning or something. A place to belong.

They sought me out and converted me. It was probably the best I'd been treated in a long time. Felt good.

Shortly after they told me they had a-

A mission? That only I could do because of my background and experience in engineering. Haha, not surprising right? lonely, socially awkward engineer.

Anyways. They gave me a real nice RIG and sent me to Titan Station. I've been a spacer my whole life, never actually set foot on a planet besides this one before, so I wasn't bothered. They had me go down in the maintenance ducts and cut a few lines. Said I was doing something important for the church.

That I was gonna be a hero. That's when shit started going wrong.

In reality I'd released some kind of... infection. It turned people, mutated them into these monsters. Reanimated corpses. Vicious, and it spread fast. They abandoned me, left me for dead down there and I tried to make it right but I was so fucking stupid and gullible that I trusted the guy who was leading me to every wrong goddamn thing...

I did my best, but during that time I started hallucinating. The guy with the church. Tyler.

He said it was "visions". But they were awful. Monsters. Turning into one of those things. Corpses everywhere. Dying over and over-

And The Marker.

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...You..have been through quite an ordeal, Vandal.

[He says it softly, a long moment after she finishes talking, the therapist's optics dim as he plays it all back internally to go over it bit by bit.]

So these hallucinations started while you were trapped inside...is it possible that maybe the infection you unleashed was getting to you in some way?

[He's trying to think of all possibilities so he can work through them one at a time and allow her to confirm or eliminate ones that don't make sense.]

I... yeah.

I don't know. The thing is that I really have no clue. I do know, that I feel... compelled. To write down whatever language it is. And I know it's a language, not just random symbols. It repeats. I. Have episodes? Where I just have to write it. I feel better after, but I'm compelled to write on or with anything I can get to.

It's like a message. In my head. It wants... something. I just. Don't know what. Like instructions.

Do you ever know when these episodes are going to strike? Or do they just happen without any real warning?

[He's got an idea, and it shows in the way his optics flicker some, the therapist looking contemplative.]

Because if you are able to predict when it's going to happen, so to speak, I may have a suggestion for something we could try.

They... seem random. Though I usually get really nauseous and dizzy and just generally anxious before they happen. It happens pretty fast though.

Yeah?

I'm willing to try anything once.

Has anyone else ever been present and tried to talk to you during these moments?

[Because he has to wonder if maybe there is a way to get through to her when she's like that, a way to figure out exactly what it is she's seeking.]

Perhaps if someone were there with you, in the room, something new--something you yourself haven't realized yet will come to light.

Uh. Well. Perceptor has. Wing and Drift, too. And Soundwave and Starscream.

[ She looks at her hands for lack of anything better. ]

Maybe. But I don't want to task someone with babysitting me.

[His optics soften a bit, head tilting as he watches her.]

You aren't tasking anyone with anything. I'm offering. Because maybe the key to all of this is you being in that state.

Nnnh.... maybe. Yeah. I mean.If that's not... weird for you. I guess you're used to crazy people, though.

Oh and uh. I guess since I kinda spilled my guts the rest of the way, Vandal's not my real name. S'just Karrie. Karrie Norton.

[A faint, faint chuckle escapes him because, well, it's..true.]

I wouldn't mind, as long as you're alright with the notion. I want to help you in whatever way I can and I think this might be the way to start.

[He's a bit surprised to learn her real name but offers a faint smile, nodding just a touch.]

It's a pleasure to meet you by your real name then, Karrie.

I'd... be okay with it. I guess at this point I'm willing to try anything to make it stop.

[ She shudders a bit. ]

Yeah. Sorry for lying. I guess I just have a few trust issues.

And I'm willing to do anything I can to help you.

[He's sincere about it, like he usually is, giving Karrie a gentle, albeit, faint smile.]

You don't have to apologize. You wouldn't be the first I've dealt with that has issues with trust.

Alright I-

Well. Yeah. Thank you.

[ Something about him is definitely soothing. Maybe it's the eyebrows. ]

I guess I'm not used to this. Never needed therapy before...

You're most welcome.

[His eyebrows have magical soothing powers. It's the one special ability he does have.]

Everyone needs someone to talk to sometimes. Some sort of therapy in one way or another.

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