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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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?"

"There's one other troll, but there isn't anyone else like you here. At least not right now."

"Oh."

She's quiet for a moment. "Do you think there will be more later? More of people like you and me?"

"I don't know. People show up sometimes, even people other people here know, but it seems kind of doubtful since our universes were unmade."

He sighs. "There aren't many people like me left anyway."

"Urm," Universes sounded important. "How can you unmake a universe? Why aren't there many trolls left?"

"Well...mine got destroyed by meteors and possibly a video game...and weird time shit." He SIGHS at that last one. "But I'm not sure about this time, it happened differently than before, I guess 'unmade' is different than 'destroyed.'

"There aren't many trolls left because my universe was destroyed, but before that there was the Vast Glub...this fucking terrible psychic noise that just fucking kills every troll in existence...or in that universe at least."

"I- that. That sounds horrible!" She doesn't quite know how to respond except with more of the same. She knows life is good and death is bad and 'kills every troll' is really, really bad. "Why would it want to do that?!"

"I don't know. I just know it was motherfucking horrible." He shivers a bit, then shakes his head. Now wasn't the time to think about that (honestly no time was).

"I'm sorry."

It was genuine and said softly. She had a little sick feeling in the middle of her body. It was guilt, being rediscovered for the first time. An apology for continuing with what, now, clearly is a bad line of questioning. She falls quiet.

He hmphs and rolls his eyes. "Its fine, its fucking fine, it was a long time ago."

Well, a few weeks, but considering all that happened in that time it feels like a really long time. He barely ever though of when he died anymore.
...he probably wouldn't have liked it if he didn't know and found out later. She might freak out, but maybe its best if she learns now when its sort of calm.
And decides if she wants to kick him out or not.

"...IB. I'm sorry."

She tilts her head curiously at him, "Why?"

"I got you killed."

"What?"

"You died and it was my fault."

He rubs his head. This is probably really confusing.

"I don't know how it works, but somehow people who die here come back. Its happened to two other people.
"A mutant crocodile ate you. Its my fault you were even down there where they were. I'm sorry."

She blinks at him. It is confusing. She doesn't remember dying. She doesn't feel like she came back from the dead! It hurts too much. That headache started to throb again trying to parse it all.

"But. Huh. I was dead and now I'm alive? How long was I dead?" She has no memory of crocodiles or otherwise. "Where were we? "

Isabella shakes her head at him for the second apology," I am here now. That's good right? Don't be guilty. We, uh, just won't do that again?"

She smiles at him.

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

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