Pharma (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
organ_pharming) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
re_alignment_logs2013-04-20 03:20 pm
organ_pharming) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-04-20 03:20 pm
Entry tags:
Over and Over
Who: Pharma, Ambulon
What:Marriage counseling Just a visit
When: Before trial and after Tarn contacting Pharma here: http://re-alignment.dreamwidth.org/184160.html?thread=20828256&posted=1#cmt20851040
Where: Liege's Temple
Warnings: The saddest leg of all
Pharma let his hand drop as the communicator shut off, left standing alone in a room that was suddenly too small and containing not enough exits. Without thinking, he shoved the door aside and walked briskly over the threshhold, not knowing exactly where he was headed, just that he wanted to be somewhere 'safe'.
Tarn was coming for him. The failure he thought he could live with. The humiliation he was slowly working past. The alienation of his former comrades he could accept.
But not if this was going to start all over again. New place, another time, same cycle of sin.
And now he was in a lab. The trip there is a blur, but he felt in control here. Pharma vented a long sigh and collapsed into a chair by the operating table.
"Perhaps this is the punishment for what I've done. Being forced to do it again.. over and over." It would explain the 'magical' teleportation to this strange place. He'd really died out there in the snow, from the plague or on impact. And now here he was- in the Pit.
What:
When: Before trial and after Tarn contacting Pharma here: http://re-alignment.dreamwidth.org/184160.html?thread=20828256&posted=1#cmt20851040
Where: Liege's Temple
Warnings: The saddest leg of all
Pharma let his hand drop as the communicator shut off, left standing alone in a room that was suddenly too small and containing not enough exits. Without thinking, he shoved the door aside and walked briskly over the threshhold, not knowing exactly where he was headed, just that he wanted to be somewhere 'safe'.
Tarn was coming for him. The failure he thought he could live with. The humiliation he was slowly working past. The alienation of his former comrades he could accept.
But not if this was going to start all over again. New place, another time, same cycle of sin.
And now he was in a lab. The trip there is a blur, but he felt in control here. Pharma vented a long sigh and collapsed into a chair by the operating table.
"Perhaps this is the punishment for what I've done. Being forced to do it again.. over and over." It would explain the 'magical' teleportation to this strange place. He'd really died out there in the snow, from the plague or on impact. And now here he was- in the Pit.
no subject
His arrival came unannounced. No communication through official channels, no deposited notes, not even a text. He didn't need this little visit to attract any more attention than he wanted it to. Technically, he's part of the doctor's security detail. All he really need do was to ask an acolyte where to go and he'd be there.
And so, one day, Pharma would hear a familiar voice ringing through his door, and the Autobot it belonged to standing in it's frame.
"It's been quite a few cycles, Pharma."