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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*He nods, swallows and slowly puts the book down. Letting go of it isn't that easy, but if he doesn't do it he can't put a hand on her arm. Touch like that seemed to help comfort her, after all.*

....What? They are?

*He pauses for a moment, actually listening for once.*

I still hear them.

*The scream had to be related, then. Did her own pumpkin die? He hadn't found hers but he'd seen his own and others he recognized. But...why would hers die? And what did it mean to her?
Cod, this place was so confusing and annoying.*

[She puts a hand over his and nods at first then watches as he listens. The next words he says, are not comforting at all.

If he can hear the voices, and she can not- ]

Y-you can?

_{I'm scared.}

[Was she going to die when the sun rose, like her pumpkin did? Was he going to?
What about-]

M-Malkus! He was there-! Before the scream!

[She points at the journal and debated on picking it up.]

Don't be scared. I won't let anything hurt you.

*Sollux looks down to the journal as well but isn't sure if he wants to pick it up or open it. What if its still screaming?*

The bird-doctor-guy? Maybe he knows what happened...

*He should open that book up and try to contact him. Or go out and look for him. But he's not sure if he wants to do either.*

[She nods. She's got faith in you Sollux. You'll pull leopards by the tail for her.

She looks down to the journal herself.]

I. I hope he's okay...

[Where was he that his journal was broadcasting her own screams? She's not so brave though to go off and look for him just yet.

He has got to be alright!

Right?]

He'll be fine.

*Even if he has to come back from the dead and wait for his memory to return again before it.*

Just...try not to worry about it.

*No matter how impossible that must seem to her.*

[A feather twists in her hand, shaft breaking.]

You're right.

[And he was. She thought of it too. If he had died, he would be back. But, that can't be healthy and there's always the possibility of it going drastically wrong. This place had no set rules.

She stares at the open door, she hears something down the hall but she can't be too sure. It was an eerie sound in her new found silence. Like something scrapping against the stones of the floor... ]

S-Sollux?

*Sollux heard it too and was on his feet in seconds, placing himself between Isa and the door. He didn't have any of his weapons, but he was ready to use his psionics if needed. Hopefully it was just some drunken guest stumbling back to their room, but...one couldn't be too careful.*

[When Sollux moves, she gets to her feet as well. There was nothing she could do, but it was better to be able to run at least. She hates this feeling of being helpless.

She stares at the door, listening as it gets closer.]

[The doctor hardly had the energy to lift his legs as he seemed to drag himself down the hallway. His feet shuffled against the floor, though the only sounds going through Malkus' head were the death wails of an Isabella pumpkin.

Hearing one of the worst sounds ever would make it rather difficult for the poor fool to contain his sobbing, yet he does his best to choke down any noises as he makes his way towards her room. He doesn't know what he'll do if there's a dead body inside. Perhaps go insane with grief over possibly killing someone important to him. Only one way to find out, anyways.

The first thing the two will see is a gloved hand slowly creep around the edge of the doorway, before a rather orange splotched bird mask peers around to look inside. He's absolutely plastered in pumpkin seeds and orange gore and shaking rather badly.]

O-Oh... G-...Good day, boy. Have you seen-...O-Oh, I-Isabella- Y-You're not dead-... Th-That is good...

*As soon as the hand becomes visible, Sollux's red and blue pulsating aura starts up. But he recognizes the mask and lets the aura fade once Malkus shows himself. He doesn't move from where he is, though.*

...Malkus. What happened?

[Isabella tenses seeing that hand gripping the side of the doorjam, and then relaxes as the rest of Malkus comes into view. But she still has her worry on and it's clear by the expression of her face.

She just nods at Malkus.

Sollux's question was very very important.]

[Realizing that everyone is okay, the doctor feels quite silly for being so emotionally distressed. He's going to stand up a bit straighter, though not realizing he's still caked in squash guts.]

I-I-... Nothing too-....Too t-troublesome... Ahem- Isabella, I-...I erm-...apologize but I was unable to bring your pumpkin to you. Those voices..

[He looks around a bit, expecting to have heard something by now.]

Do you-...still hear them.

[By the way he's looking at both of them, one could assume he's directing the question at Sollux as well.]

[Malkus? That really is a rather disturbing image you paint.

Her eyes are wide as he mentions her pumpkin. There was a conclusion to jump to, and so she did.]

Why? Wh-at did you do to my pumpkin?

[Then gives a little shake of her head.]

No. They're gone.

I had found it and wished to bring it to you, but the moment I had lifted it up off of it's pike it-... I don't know what started it-... Just screaming... as if it were dying. Th-That was the only pumpkin I had heard do this. Every other pumpkin I've seen has been perfectly silent-

[He shudders, leaning against the edge of the door.]

I was afraid I was the only one deaf to these apparent pumpkin-wails...

*Sollux half-relaxes.*

...KK's pumpkin did it, when the sun rose. I guess being moved does that to them...no fucking clue why it would, though.

[She listens but she still doesn't understand why he tried to bring her the pumpkin with her face on it. Listening to herself in pumpkin form wouldn't have been all that well, would it? She is so very confused.

She wraps her hands around her shoulders and hugs herself. The words she speaks are a bit jaded now.]

Terrible magics. Likely for the Lord's sick humor.

[It's the only explanation that she can think of. Nothing makes any sense.]

I hope nothing else happens...

Horribly sorry, Miss Isabella. If it matters at all, I suppose that makes two of us who no longer have pumpkins of their own likenesses anymore.

[He rubs a pumpkin seed off of the lens of his mask, only serving to smudge it and make himself blind in one eye.]

I certainly hope not, too. It shouldn't though, right? Otherwise we would have at least gotten some word or warning to leave them alone?

*Sollux sighs and crosses his arms. He's not sure the staff would warn them, but he's not going to say so outloud. At least not with Isabella already having issues with it. (And Malkus liable to freak, too).*

If its for that holiday it can't last longer than the party, right? Or maybe they'll all be dead by tomorrow, since they showed up yesterday.

It is alright Malkus... how were you to know? No one tells us a thing anyways- . But, I hope this is the end of it.

[She is starting to become jaded at the consistent lack of information. It's expected and hard not to place two and two together. She just wished that some of the more amiable staff members could actually help.

She shivers and lets out a long sigh, unwrapping her arms from her sides. Then, she looks to the doctor curiously.]

What happened to your pumpkin Malkus?

[He answers rather hastily, almost immediately after she asks.]

I-It fell. I uh- yes. It fell. Hard. And broke into pieces rather early on. I haven't heard a single noise from a single pumpkin, other than yours...

[He rubs at his arm, rather nervously. It's pretty obvious what he did to his pumpkin.]

But yes. I do hope this is the end of it...

*Sollux grunts, then moves to sit down on Isa's bed.*

Lucky you.

[She frowns. Hadn't his pumpkin screamed like the others?

The frown turns to worry as Sollux take a seat. Now, she was without the voices too but, he had them. She sits on the bed and places a hand on his shoulder.

She looks over at Malkus and his very messy attire.]

Thank you for your concern, Malkus.

You might wish to clean up though.

[He is going to have trouble seeing through those eyeholes soon, and the smell was starting to make her nauseous on top of her anxiety.]

You are welcome... I am just sorry for frightening you with what happened. Clean up?

[He glances down, jumping a bit as if surprised by his own appearance.]

O-Oh dear! I- e-erm...

[He steps back a bit, stepping out of the room.]

P-Perhaps I should go and get myself brushed off-....

*Sollux glances to Isa for a moment as she puts a hand on his shoulder, then looks back to Malkus.*

You should, unless you like the idea of walking into walls and stuff.

[Isa smiles reassuringly at Malkus.

But, they seem to catch him a lot of times now, when he has something upon his clothing: mud, blood and pumpkin guts...]

Thank you Malkus, again, for coming here, it is appreciated.

[She's not so sure about the pumpkin death, though.]

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