[Kim Kitsuragi has had a dull headache in the back of his mind for the past few days. It's more than just a headache--it's almost as if he's dealing with a hangover, except he hasn't consumed any alcohol to warrant any of these symptoms. He hasn't taken any of those plasmids, and, in fact, has been keeping his distance from them. Eliminating the impossible would mean that the only probable cause of this would be from these awful, invisible strings that seem to be attached to his fingers.
Kim has several strings attached to his fingers--one red, a few blue and gold, and one silver. The red one seems to lead completely outside of Rapture, so there's no point in chasing after that. The silver would be the easiest to follow after the red, so, after a day or two, he steels himself and begins to follow it.
As he continues to follow the string through the halls of Rapture, the pain seems to grow more intense to the point where he has to stop several times and lean against the wall, just to collect himself again.
Eventually, as he grows closer, the string slackens. Kim turns the corner to look face to face with Peter fucking Venkman. He stops, caught off guard, but it's clear that the silver string connecting Kim is tied around one of his fingers.]
You?
[He sounds...simultaneously incredulous and irked beyond belief. It's not helped by the fact that he feels like he's coming down with the flu.]
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Kim has several strings attached to his fingers--one red, a few blue and gold, and one silver. The red one seems to lead completely outside of Rapture, so there's no point in chasing after that. The silver would be the easiest to follow after the red, so, after a day or two, he steels himself and begins to follow it.
As he continues to follow the string through the halls of Rapture, the pain seems to grow more intense to the point where he has to stop several times and lean against the wall, just to collect himself again.
Eventually, as he grows closer, the string slackens. Kim turns the corner to look face to face with Peter fucking Venkman. He stops, caught off guard, but it's clear that the silver string connecting Kim is tied around one of his fingers.]
You?
[He sounds...simultaneously incredulous and irked beyond belief. It's not helped by the fact that he feels like he's coming down with the flu.]