But there isn't any response. Not from Jon nor Jonah nor any other iteration Martin's seen. Just a distant rumbling of thunder around and above. But his eyes feel dry, irritated up here with more of the wind. He tucks his head down, one hand holding onto the roofing, the other keeping the rat with him as sheltered as he can manage up here, even as he sees the green glow of his own eyes on its fur.]
[On the top of a roof looking up at him... It's odd, how small Martin seemed for a moment.
He nods, carefully holding his rat friend to his chest until it crawls into his ruana and he can use both hands to start helping Martin down. His eyes are burning trying to see more but he's trying to push past it.]
Yeah, or someone thinks this is my fault some how.
[ Martin gladly accepts the help. There's a terrifying moment where he hits a loose tile and skids but between Bruno's hands and Casita itself throwing up a brick to brace himself with, he stops quickly. ]
Y-yeah. I don't. I don't want that to happen to you.
[ He levers himself back in through the window the first instant he can. ]
[Casita is eager to help, shifting so there are easier steps for Martin to climb into through the window and down to the floor, evening out once Bruno's back inside. But he feels breathless looking around even when the little rat pokes its head out and nuzzles Bruno's chin.]
Like - Pepa's weather is getting harder for her to control. It was always kinda a lot for her, but it's getting worse? And- and Isabela's flowers are overgrowing everything if she doesn't focus. It's too much, hard to move around sometimes. I know Luisa's always been really strong but sometimes it's- I-i dunno, it doesn't look right. And Abuela....
[He trails off, arms hugging himself and shivers thinking about it.]
She has this look in her eye sometimes. It... It's bad. There's other stuff, but Abuela's smile isn't... I-i dunno.
[He shakes his head, closes his eyes but he still knows exactly where Martin's standing as he moves around to set that little terrified rat on the barrel.]
It's all started to go wrong, an-and I know it's not Casita's fault.
[For a long moment he doesn't respond. He thinks back to that one vision tablet, a giant eye looming over Casita. The spiders and thread tendrils around the edges. He instinctively moves to rub at his arm, like there's something there.]
[ Martin holds his breath. Then ... carefully moves to the front of him, looking down at the green light still probably visible through Bruno's eyelids. ]
I'm going to another room. Come find me in about two minutes.
[ And with utter silence, he slips off to one of the spare storage rooms. ]
[He opens his eyes one second too late to see what direction he went. Bruno's left alone, looking around the room nervous like Martin just vanished, or hadn't been there at all.]
Ahhhh ay... Donde...
[All right. He'll wait a minute and breathe. Try to listen, try to distract himself.]
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But there isn't any response. Not from Jon nor Jonah nor any other iteration Martin's seen. Just a distant rumbling of thunder around and above. But his eyes feel dry, irritated up here with more of the wind. He tucks his head down, one hand holding onto the roofing, the other keeping the rat with him as sheltered as he can manage up here, even as he sees the green glow of his own eyes on its fur.]
Look- I-i dunno if he can hear you up here.
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He curses as he wobbles on his perch. Can he see ANYTHING? Is there an Eye in the sky at all? ]
Probably not ...
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He hisses in pain, pressing the heel of one palm to his eye, vision blurred, for the briefest moments he swears he saw Martin somewhere else.]
Look, let's- W-we should move.
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Martin continues staring up for a long moment, but ...
But there's no Eye, is there. Or anything. Damn it, this was a bad idea. ]
Yeah. Yeah, all right. Before we get struck by lightning or something.
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He nods, carefully holding his rat friend to his chest until it crawls into his ruana and he can use both hands to start helping Martin down. His eyes are burning trying to see more but he's trying to push past it.]
Yeah, or someone thinks this is my fault some how.
[But he knows it is.]
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Y-yeah. I don't. I don't want that to happen to you.
[ He levers himself back in through the window the first instant he can. ]
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Did you manage to get anything out of that?
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Once back in side he just. Leans agains the wall, trembling a little. ]
Absolutely nothing.
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[Stating more of a fact before he rubs at his eye again, leading them out.]
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[ He follows again. Watching that green glow persist. ]
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There's been other weird stuff, no eye in the sky though, just other weird stuff.
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[He trails off, arms hugging himself and shivers thinking about it.]
She has this look in her eye sometimes. It... It's bad. There's other stuff, but Abuela's smile isn't... I-i dunno.
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Like they're becoming stronger? M-monstrous, almost...?
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[He shakes his head, closes his eyes but he still knows exactly where Martin's standing as he moves around to set that little terrified rat on the barrel.]
It's all started to go wrong, an-and I know it's not Casita's fault.
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God. What does he do? CAN he do anything? He's lost all of his connections in Sideral, even that tiny link to the Eye himself. ]
I know it isn't either. This is... something else. I think my eldritch gods are somehow starting to emerge here.
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How do we know for sure?
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[ He hunches his shoulders a bit. Eyes Bruno. ]
... I can. I can probably test it, though. In smaller ways.
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[Just petting a rat and looking up to him, eyes bright and scared and unsure.]
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[ God, he's so sorry, Bruno. ]
Close your eyes?
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[He looks down at rat-friend, shrugging and gesturing to Martin. Then exhales heavily looking back to him and nods.
Stands perfectly still closing his eyes.]
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I'm going to another room. Come find me in about two minutes.
[ And with utter silence, he slips off to one of the spare storage rooms. ]
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[He opens his eyes one second too late to see what direction he went. Bruno's left alone, looking around the room nervous like Martin just vanished, or hadn't been there at all.]
Ahhhh ay... Donde...
[All right. He'll wait a minute and breathe. Try to listen, try to distract himself.]
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