halfbrokenwings | 009[Audio]

009[Audio]

[The sound of barely contained distress is coming from the journal. She was disturbed before, with all the faces of people she knew at the orphanage and the faces of the two friends she had left behind being snatched from here but, this? She could not handle this. She is in her room in the farthest corner, huddled against the wall with her wings wrapped as much as they could around her.

She pleads perhaps to the absent Lord, or to anyone that can hear her.]

P-please. Make it stop. Make it stop. Th-they won't stop whispering, th-threatening. Please. Please.

[Before the audio cuts out you can hear her sobbing. She is literally scared to tears.]

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You know, I'm pretty sure pleading on here isn't going to do much of anything to stop it.

[A voice? One she doesn't recognize very well. But it is something real to cling to.]

I- don't know what else to do.

[A thought occurs to her.]

Can you h-hear the voices too?

I say just crush them all.

[Slight pause.]

Eh? Well, yeah. Not the most disturbing thing I've ever come across, though it does make me curious how exactly it's being pulled off.

They seem entirely organic, so I'm guessing illusion of some sort. A crush-able one.

[That. Was a lot of pumpkins to crush. But, his solution was rather a practical one... she's a bit calmer even because of it.]

I do not think I c-ould crush them all, sir.

Are you crushing them?

[Is he why the pumpkins are screaming?]

[Sir? He likes that.]

Well, no, that'd certainly take awhile. But it's fun.

No, I'm not sure why they are making that racket. It's annoying.

[He did kick his own though.]

[He'll be disappointed to know that she does that about every other sentence then, eh?]

I don't know, if it would be fun. It's disturbing...

[A far more sinister occurs to her.]

_{What if they can feel it?}

I really doubt that. Organic foliage doesn't have the nervous system required to feel pain.

Unless you'd like to believe that all plants consumed are actually screaming while being eaten alive.

[Scary thought huh?]

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[~~Carrot juice constitutes murder~~~

She shakes her head even though he can't see her.]

Not everything might be built the same way, but I think... I still think, under certain circumstances that things can feel pain. Even if we don't understand it, sir.

[She's seen a lot of things that people would consider strange. There were stories about ghosts in pain and other adventuring tales that have been told for years on end. Some of that basis has to be in fact, right?

At least she's thinking things through now and calmer because of it.]

What? Like everything can feel pain? That's not possible.

[Not from his scientific viewpoint at least. Magic? pfff.]

Isabella? What is wrong? What voices?

[What voices indeed, as the first thing Malkus had even DONE before all of this was take his own pumpkin and dash it to pieces.]

Where are you?

[Concerned doctor is seriously concerned.]

[Familiar voice!]

M-Malkus? The pumpkins. They're talking to me. Saying terrible things. Pleading...

[She hiccups.]

My room.

[And not going to come out of her room either.]

They are? That-...erm that's rather horrid. I-I shall be over there momentarily, please try not to listen to the vegetation.

[And off Malkus goes! Walking around aimlessly because he forgot to ask for her room number. Perhaps he will spot something to cheer her up? He thinks he sees her pumpkin off in the distance, looking silent and as pretty as ever.]

Alr-right.

[She's biting her lip and twisting the cloth in her lap.]

Please hurry.

[Company? Living body that she knows is not a figment of her imagination? Yes please!]

[Malkus picks up the pace before realizing that he actually did not have any idea where she was.]

E-Erm... Miss Isabella... Where is your room, if I may ask?

[He's now circling the stake that holds her pumpkin, bringing his mask close to it to see if he can hear it say anything.... But silence?]

I think I may have a gift to cheer you up...

Umm... three-oh-nine-one.

[You'll hear a sniffle on the other end.]

Ok-kay.

Alright, I will be right over-...just need to-...find a way to get-....this...

[There's a sound of slight struggle as the doctor wiggles the pumpkin off of it's stake. Then Isabella will hear a rather familiar death rattle and series of yells partnered with the doctors own panicked screaming.]

N-NO NO WHAT-

[He drops the journal and though his voice sounds a bit more distant, the screaming is loud enough to still be heard rather clearly. How odd it must be, to hear yourself die. The doctor is positively terrified, shakily yelling all sorts of apologies and "dear god no"s.]

[Isabella heard his broadcast loud and clear. But she won't be responding anytime soon.]

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*He doesn't bother to respond to the journal, but as soon as Sollux finds this entry he drops everything and rushes over to Isa's room. He'll knock on the door but not wait for a response to try to open it.*

IB? Its me.

*He peeks in and swallows. Fuck, she was really in trouble here, wasn't she? He can't really stand to watch this...so without even thinking he rushes in and kneels down by her, putting a hand on her good wing. As careful as he can to not cause more pain.*

[She looks up at Sollux's voice, tears staining her face. This is what he lived with everyday?

When he kneels next to her and puts a hand on her wing and she's so very distressed that she'll be leaning forward to take a hug from him. She needs that hug. Keeps her from thinking she's gone completely mad.

She'll calm down in a few moments and when she does enough, she'll let him go. Brushing those tears away with a fist.]

_{Thank you. Thank you, Sollux.}

*Sollux does his best to return that hug, though its somewhat awkward and stiff.*

Its okay, its just a trick, it'll go away.

[The relief she feels just from that awkward and stiff motion, goes beyond just appreciation. It was comforting. She'll let go and sit back, nervously fiddling with one of her feathers.]

Th-ey get so loud sometimes, and th-ey're saying such terrible things. Or begging. I can't even think s-straight.

[Like the one right outside her doorway, crying and screaming to be released. Or the one down the hall, shouting obscenities or the quieter one, whose voice sounds too near a voice from her own past. Calmly telling her that it will tear the wings from her body if she does not release him.]

It is not r-real?

No, its just a trick, they can't really hurt you and they aren't really alive.

*Okay, he's not sure of that, but he's damned sure he's not going to let them hurt her.*

[She nods her head slowly and is quiet for a long moment. He was being a whole good deal calmer than she had been. Her faith is your demeanor, Sollux.]

_{I'm sorry.}

[She twitches hearing one of them scream.]

I do not like this 'trick'.

*He's doing his best to look calm and composed for her, but Sollux is not happy. Once Isa's calmed down he's going to go and smash some pumpkins. He can't do anything to whoever caused this, but he can take his frustrations out on the pumpkins.*

Its okay, its not your fault. Don't feel bad.

*He sighs and puts a hand on one of hers.*

Me either. It better end soon.

[She'll squeeze his hand and try so hard not to think about and how a lot of the phrases and words that she can hear are things that she actually dealt with before. If asked, she'll even explain what they were but perhaps a distraction was in order... Wasn't Malkus coming? Where was-

There's a scream in a familiar voice from her journal.

Familiar because it was her own.

She drops the journal like a hot rock, and stares at it like it's a viper.]

[audio] i am so sorry

[audio] Don't be! 8D

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[audio] omg this is so cute XD

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