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futurology2016-04-06 07:43 pm
respired) wrote in futurology2016-04-06 07:43 pm
video; un: deathweaver
[ So, that relatively cheerful guy dancing with everybody on the beach--he's gone. He's out of here. Koltira leans forward, his expression pained, jaw clenched. There's a flat piece of wood on the ground beside him with the start of an intricate filigree carved into it, but he's set it aside. He's focused entirely on the jewelry. ]
I feel unwell.
[ His guttural, echoing voice is rougher than usual; he sounds like jagged rocks scraping against each other, and the strange ethereal reverberation does nothing to better the effect.
He's experiencing, for the first time in years, something like fatigue. It's discomfiting, impossible. His kind does not tire. And yet here he is, feeling--not exhausted, but legitimately weary. ]
The ocean is not rife with magic, but it provides some sustenance.
[ He shakes his head, as though trying to clear his vision. Some sustenance. Not enough. ]
If anyone has found other sources, I would know of them.
[ His voice drops to an almost feral growl. ]
Or a solution.
I feel unwell.
[ His guttural, echoing voice is rougher than usual; he sounds like jagged rocks scraping against each other, and the strange ethereal reverberation does nothing to better the effect.
He's experiencing, for the first time in years, something like fatigue. It's discomfiting, impossible. His kind does not tire. And yet here he is, feeling--not exhausted, but legitimately weary. ]
The ocean is not rife with magic, but it provides some sustenance.
[ He shakes his head, as though trying to clear his vision. Some sustenance. Not enough. ]
If anyone has found other sources, I would know of them.
[ His voice drops to an almost feral growl. ]
Or a solution.
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Papyrus, death knights were forbidden to sleep. To me, it is a privilege.
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Cute.
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[ He trails off, about to throw another tantrum, but instead sighing and rubbing his forehead. ]
I am too tired for this.
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So you feel it, too.
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[ It's getting really hard to keep this up. In fact, he's struggling to even keep up this posturing he's doing, on video. Literally doing all those same grandiose poses and gestures he normally does, although a little sloppy- still energetically done. ]
... I... just recalled something I needed to tell you in secret! Could you perhaps... make it so this conversation is only between the two of us? I don't remember how to change that setting right now...
private;
... it is done. Speak.
private;
[ He's afraid. ]
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It will be all right, my friend.
[ Koltira's voice is softer, less shot through with sharp rocks and dark echoes. He sounds more like he did when he was alive. Tired, but the old, deep richness remains.
As the threads of magic unravel, so too does the curse: he forgets himself enough, even, to be completely honest, and to refer to Papyrus how he always wishes to. ]
We will find a way through this.
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... Nyeh heh heh!! I don't know why I'm telling you this!! It's not like that's going to happen to anyone!! You're right, we'll find a way through this!!
[ Except with that little burst of energy, he sighs, and is back to staring at the sand by his shoes. ]
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I will not let you fall down, Papyrus.
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Sans only has one...
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Your brother is much stronger than he seems.
[ After a beat. ]
As are you.
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He has a lot of attack power, but he has very low health.
Koltira, I don't know what to do...
[ Can a skeleton hyperventilate? ]
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[ He lifts a hand. ]
Be calm.
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O-okay...
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You must try to believe in that.
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[ Which is his way of saying he believes Koltira. ]