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futurology2016-10-10 03:32 pm
respired) wrote in futurology2016-10-10 03:32 pm
voice; un: deathweaver
[ He swore it, after the last disaster. He would give warning. He would give everyone time.
The latter is no longer an option. Even this garbled communication takes more than he can give, and will exact its bloody price soon after. He has only moments before he loses himself entirely, so he works quickly, clasping his right hand over the rings on his left. The ALASTAIR jewelry. The gift, meant to help him, its crystal now nearly black. And the last one, meant to show home--showing, instead, nothing at all. ]
Don't --
[ He groans, his smoothly lilting voice now breathless, now rough with pain. There's the sound of squelching, of cracking bone. Something to help his lucidity. Somebody, really. An agonized shriek follows--not his own. ]
-- don't.
[ No. Not right. Not good enough. Another twist of the runeblade, another wet, shattering sound.
He half-growls, half-whimpers. Not much time, now. ]
Don't look for me.
[ OOC: AND HE'S BACK. Log will be posted in a few hours! This is just an IC heads-up in order to create a trail, should characters want/need one. Koltira is now largely incoherent and cannot reply to this post! But feel free to talk amongst yourselves; yadda yadda. ]
The latter is no longer an option. Even this garbled communication takes more than he can give, and will exact its bloody price soon after. He has only moments before he loses himself entirely, so he works quickly, clasping his right hand over the rings on his left. The ALASTAIR jewelry. The gift, meant to help him, its crystal now nearly black. And the last one, meant to show home--showing, instead, nothing at all. ]
Don't --
[ He groans, his smoothly lilting voice now breathless, now rough with pain. There's the sound of squelching, of cracking bone. Something to help his lucidity. Somebody, really. An agonized shriek follows--not his own. ]
-- don't.
[ No. Not right. Not good enough. Another twist of the runeblade, another wet, shattering sound.
He half-growls, half-whimpers. Not much time, now. ]
Don't look for me.
[ OOC: AND HE'S BACK. Log will be posted in a few hours! This is just an IC heads-up in order to create a trail, should characters want/need one. Koltira is now largely incoherent and cannot reply to this post! But feel free to talk amongst yourselves; yadda yadda. ]
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Sorry to make you think about all that.
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He tried... [ He doesn't want to say the word, exactly. ] ...I had on some armor, so it didn't go through, but...
He isn't himself when he's like this. I thought I could talk to or get him to wake up, but it doesn't... work. I don't think he forgave himself for what happened last time either.
That's why I'm going to try and stay close. So if... someone we know gets in trouble, I can do something.
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[But it's something to consider, that talking won't get through to Koltira. The only thing he can do, really, is to keep his word to him. To run, if he sees him.]
But do be careful. Wouldn't want anythin' happening to you, either.
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...Maybe you can visit me too?
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Of course I will.
No worries. I'll be able to find you.
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Stay safe, Great Papyrus.