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[halfbrokenwings]

[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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[doctoral-bird.livejournal.com]

[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...

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

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

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

Ok-kay.

[doctoral-bird.livejournal.com]

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.]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

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

_{[[ooc: feel free to join us tater! or not! totes up to you! :3]]}

[doctoral-bird.livejournal.com]

[Back on the doctors end, he's huddled up in front of this pumpkin mush, not even realizing that a lot of it is on his mask and the front of his robe. He killed Isabella's pumpkin. Somehow. Oh god, why did it react that way. His own pumpkin didn't do anything like that-... I-Isabella isn't saying anything... O-Oh no-]

O-Oh no oh no...

[There's a silent bit of sobbing underneath his mask. Did he just kill Isabella? Oh man, if he killed Isabella... He needs to keep moving.

Standing back up, the doctor continues to awkwardly stagger towards her room, doing his best to keep the strangled noises under his mask silent.]

[[ooc: Shall see you in that thread, then!]]