Echo Early as it is when the effect hits him, Benjiro is sound asleep in his bed after a late night of work with books and notebooks scattered around him. The resounding heartbeat shocks his conscious mind awake with a jolt of his body sending one thin book off the bed to the floor, and as the world spins with the hollow feeling delaying the sense of dread that accompanies these changes, he only remotely registers how disconcerting it is to conclude that sleep does not keep them safe from Echoes.
A sensation he recognizes starts as the hollowness dwindles with heat filling the emptiness at his core and it rapidly bleeds outwards to his skin. The intensity is not so pronounced as before, yet it lingers as his muscles begin to twitch and draw tighter. His breath is staggered between spasms of his trunk muscles, but he nearly completely buries his face into his pillow with teeth clenched to bear it with nothing more than hissing of his breath between the sharp edges. Sweat collects slowly on his skin, dampening his pillow as the heat and sporadic cramps linger on for several minutes. Anticipating something more, a shifting or cracking - something, he is instead left with unfulfilled fears as the cramps dwindle and the heat ebbs.
Eyes barely opening in the dark, he moves one limb at a time to regain a sense of his body. It feels the same, if tainted by a mild soreness. Only once he has attended all four limbs does he press up to his elbows to look down at his hands and skin. Nothing seems out of the ordinary…
Moving slowly, he looks to his nightstand and reaches for the drawer to retrieve his phone.
OTA By the afternoon, Benjiro can be found in Mossgate near the waterfront. Motorcycle left behind at the Moore home to keep it out of the way, he is wearing his work gloves and pitching into the cleanup effort at both homes and businesses. Mindful not to lift anything that should be too heavy for someone his size alone, he joins with others in pushing cars apart, assessing damages and moving damaged goods outside to dry in the wind, cleaning up hazards such as glass, and carrying supplies to those that need it delivered.
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Early as it is when the effect hits him, Benjiro is sound asleep in his bed after a late night of work with books and notebooks scattered around him. The resounding heartbeat shocks his conscious mind awake with a jolt of his body sending one thin book off the bed to the floor, and as the world spins with the hollow feeling delaying the sense of dread that accompanies these changes, he only remotely registers how disconcerting it is to conclude that sleep does not keep them safe from Echoes.
A sensation he recognizes starts as the hollowness dwindles with heat filling the emptiness at his core and it rapidly bleeds outwards to his skin. The intensity is not so pronounced as before, yet it lingers as his muscles begin to twitch and draw tighter. His breath is staggered between spasms of his trunk muscles, but he nearly completely buries his face into his pillow with teeth clenched to bear it with nothing more than hissing of his breath between the sharp edges. Sweat collects slowly on his skin, dampening his pillow as the heat and sporadic cramps linger on for several minutes. Anticipating something more, a shifting or cracking - something, he is instead left with unfulfilled fears as the cramps dwindle and the heat ebbs.
Eyes barely opening in the dark, he moves one limb at a time to regain a sense of his body. It feels the same, if tainted by a mild soreness. Only once he has attended all four limbs does he press up to his elbows to look down at his hands and skin. Nothing seems out of the ordinary…
Moving slowly, he looks to his nightstand and reaches for the drawer to retrieve his phone.
OTA
By the afternoon, Benjiro can be found in Mossgate near the waterfront. Motorcycle left behind at the Moore home to keep it out of the way, he is wearing his work gloves and pitching into the cleanup effort at both homes and businesses. Mindful not to lift anything that should be too heavy for someone his size alone, he joins with others in pushing cars apart, assessing damages and moving damaged goods outside to dry in the wind, cleaning up hazards such as glass, and carrying supplies to those that need it delivered.