halfbrokenwings | 005 [Open- backdated to a day after the tower exploration]

005 [Open- backdated to a day after the tower exploration]

The first sensation she registered was a growing burning sensation in the middle of her back. It was uncomfortable and quite quickly growing unbearable. Eyes opened and she scrambled to a sitting position. She did not know why she was in the room, or even who she was, but she knew that something was wrong with her wings. Instincts made her unfurl them to ease the hurt, like an eagle spreading his in a stretch before a flight.

What came unexpected was the sudden explosion of pain from her left shoulder. There was the sound of bone grinding on bone and a scream tore it's way from her throat. Between one second and the next she very briefly lost consciousness and ended up on her side. Her wings were bound in some contraption and something was wrong with at least one of them. She didn't know why. Tears of pain clouded her vision and she clawed at the buckles of the bloodstained harness that bound her body and wings. The bone in her shoulder resettled at an unnatural angle and caused more pain-filled whimpers.

Frantically she yanked at the straps around her body, crying out occasionally. She fought like a wild animal that was caught in a trap- against a contraption she didn't understand but with the driving force to be gone and away from the thing that was causing her so much pain.

[[_{ooc: She died ...if so inclined you'll hear a scream throughout the barracks and possibly right outside of her window.}]]

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"Are you sure ... to protect me?" It sounds odd to her, but the first question had been so natural it slipped out. "Do you know if I am a lycanthrope?"

There, that is a better question.

It would explain the blood.

She rubs her forehead, "My head also hurts from all of this. So much happening in such a erox'z zace... short time? Is this normal?"

"Of course I'm sure, I said so didn't I?" Actually if he'd thought before speaking he probably wouldn't have said that, but he wasn't about to take it back. That'd look bad, and it seemed to mean so much to her.

"No, you aren't.
"Uh...I can't say about the headache, sorry."

She gives him a smile. He was so nice. Isabella hopes that she can find the memories that have him soon, she would like to know for certainty who she was speaking with.

She puts her head in her hands. She didn't want more memories but one came anyways, just one- not a massive press like the lycanthrope memory, where it seemed to spawn everything connected at the same time. This was just a simple time.

"I think... I can ... remember music."

"Music? You like music." ...or he thought she did. He didn't really know much at all about her, why did he think he could help her remember things?

God, this had been a terrible idea, he should just go and maybe find someone better to help her. But getting up seems like a lot more work than he thought it'd be when he sat down.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can really help you actually remember."

"I really think that I do."

Though she can't remember a song or a note even, her fingers move on her temple, playing a scale to an instrument she did not know.

She looks to him and shakes her head.

"You are doing more for me than I could do by myself. I don't think this would be a good idea on my own."

Especially the blood on her part.

"I'm not really doing anything." Except given how much he'd fucked up to get her in this state, it might be best if he just sat by and watched her or something. If she freaked out again he might actually be useful.

"Do you know what kinds of music I liked? Or a song?" She grimaced, the headache was getting to be too much. "Or have anything for the headache?"

"...no, I don't know much about music."

He rubs his head a bit. "I can't do anything about my headaches, so I don't know how you'd handle yours. Sorry."

His words make her look at him and then look at herself. It was likely obvious before and she knew the lack of wings but, "We're different."

It is a revelation of a kind.

"What are we?"

Oh man, that question made him feel really, really stupid. "...I'm a troll. I don't actually know what you are."

"Oh." She blinked.

There's a silence from her while she processes that bit. Then she tries to smile, "Then I guess, we'll find out together."

"I...guess." He's terribly confused as to why she's not angry with him at that, though. Not knowing someone's species seemed kind of rude.
But then she never seemed like the type to get upset with people, even when he tried to tell her to leave him alone after the issue with the spider bites.

Sollux sighs and rubs his head. He's still exhausted, and being thrown so off guard here has made him pretty confused and somewhat sluggish mentally.

She looks over at him, "Are you okay?" She noticed he was rubbing his head, "Do you have a headache too?"

She glances around the room, was this her room or his? Perhaps someone else's even?

"No, well, yes...but that's normal. I'm just a little tired, its okay, don't worry about me."

She frowns. She really did not like these normal headaches. Perhaps they got used to them over time?

From where she was sitting she could see various bolts of colorful cloth. Very colorful cloth and things on top of it. She didn't know the name for what they were yet. There was paper ontop of the dresser, things written on it, odd symbols. There was thread there too, more outlandish colors.

"Who's... place? Is this?"

"Its your room....uh...at least I think its your room. Do you not remember how you got here either?"

She shakes her head.

"I woke up with that," She points to the discarded harness. "Binding me and causing pain. Nothing before."

Which was still frustrating.She looks around again, and a little smirk starts in the corner of her mouth, " I seem to like color."

Understatement.

"You just woke up here? That's how it worked when we all showed up here..."

...Was she new here? A different version of Isabella then had been here before? Some version from another timeline or...or was that just how death worked here? Nick and Nepeta had come back, and Talia had mentioned people returning on the Elegante.

"...I don't know if that means anything, though."

He looks over her room, since he hadn't really done so before. "Yeah, I guess you do. I don't know what you did before you got here, but I know you can sew...maybe you did that."

"That's how it works? We show up like this? "

You mean, she's already done this dance?

"How often does this happen?!"

She looks at the cloth again, so sewing? She sewed? You needed cloth and thread. The thread was what was on the dresser. Scissors! The scissors were on the cloth and those cut and you can make-

"Dresses." She flinches as another memory assaults her, "I had to make my own dresses. I was not... liked."

She remembers being kicked and shoved out of a place that sold fabric. The man was shouting things at her. She remember how she felt, angry and scared.

"Usually just once per person, I think." Unless you died, apparently. "Except when I first showed up I still remembered everything, I think everyone did, but...your circumstances are different..."

He furrows his brow a bit at that. "Why weren't you liked? You're really nice."
It was WEIRD, because most trolls weren't nice at all, but people here seemed to come from places where it was more common and welcomed.

She clutches the ruins of the dress she's wearing in tight fists. Angry tears fell down her face. She felt as she did then. Defiant and determined.

"' Feathered whore. Bitch. Not fit for the scrap on the loom. Get out. We don't want your kind here.'" She quoted what she could remember of the tirade the storekeeper aimed at her in a flat voice. "' Angelic dog take your cursed self elsewhere. Go.' That is what was said to me. They did not know, me? But just what I looked like. What I am?"

She took a breath to steady herself, there was a lot of hate there. She didn't understand it. She remembered being smaller, so younger? Staring up at the owner.

So she was some sort of angel...well, at least her kind was a lot better than the ones on Eridan's world.

He swallows. "I don't know, I'm not from the same universe as you. But I'm pretty sure no one here hates you like that."

And if they tried to treat her like that they'd probably have to answer to him now.

She shakes her head, trying to rid it of the images and sights and sounds. She doesn't want to remember any more of it.

She looks over at Sollux, " I hope not. It's awful to be hated for something you can't help, like how you are made."

She still didn't know what universes were, " Are there many people here?"

"I guess." He didn't really know how that went. There was the whole caste system, but he didn't pay much attention to that--really the only people who did were douchebags he'd rather not deal with if possible anyway.

"A good amount, I guess, I never counted or anything and I guess I don't get out that much."

Sollux still spends most of his time sulking at the lake or playing with the game consoles.

She tilts her head at him, serious concentration on her face, "Are there more trolls? Are there other angel dogs?"

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