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halfbrokenwings) wrote2011-12-29 06:08 am
halfbrokenwings) wrote2011-12-29 06:08 am
013[open-video-journal /commentlog]Right after getting back-
[The bard is a little breathless when she comes onto the journal. She's had one of the frights of her life, appearing back where her and Tumnus had walked into the dark. She can't see very well still, her eyes not being used to the light or seeing at all. She's having to squint and shield them to make out shapes.
It hurts so bad, being able to see again, tears are running down her face.]
Is-Is everyone b-back?! Sollux? Is it ov-er?
[Though, she is not one to pray very often, there is a silent prayer on her lips that begs that it is.
She has to wait until her eyes adjust somewhat to the light to move at all from where she's at. When Isabella does move, it's as quick as she can manage without breaking something.
Weak from the lack of water and food she's still taking the stairs, two at a time. The bard is headed to her room to kill two birds with one stone. The stall with the water falling- as cold as it is, will both be welcome relief from the filth of the torturous stay in the dark room- and she could drink it as well. She's hungry, but that could wait, the thirst and that dirty feeling was stronger for the moment.
She'll emerge after a shower, and clean clothes to search for the people she knows, specifically one she went in after.]
It hurts so bad, being able to see again, tears are running down her face.]
Is-Is everyone b-back?! Sollux? Is it ov-er?
[Though, she is not one to pray very often, there is a silent prayer on her lips that begs that it is.
She has to wait until her eyes adjust somewhat to the light to move at all from where she's at. When Isabella does move, it's as quick as she can manage without breaking something.
Weak from the lack of water and food she's still taking the stairs, two at a time. The bard is headed to her room to kill two birds with one stone. The stall with the water falling- as cold as it is, will both be welcome relief from the filth of the torturous stay in the dark room- and she could drink it as well. She's hungry, but that could wait, the thirst and that dirty feeling was stronger for the moment.
She'll emerge after a shower, and clean clothes to search for the people she knows, specifically one she went in after.]
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Sollux tenses and pushes his glasses up on his forehead. His eyes glow, just in case he needs to pew pew anything.
"...open it slowly. Lets see if it comes out."
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She's just about got it completely undone, when there's a noise from the sack and she drops it with a squeak. There's a bit of brightly colored fuzz peeking out but still no movement.
Isabella shakes herself like a bird shaking off water, "I wish I had a stick."
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It babbles something not even the earworm can translate. And the other sack responds!
"What...what the fuck?"
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Isabella takes a step back as the fuzzy-whats-it comes out of the sack. She doesn't say it, but Sollux eloquently put into words exactly how she's feeling at this point. The other one that they can't see yet, starts speaking and she moves towards it, but not ready to open it.
"-the Heavens is that?!" That's some wild and bright fur there. "How-what? Are they animals?"
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Because its the keep so they're probably dangerous.