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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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[ She's kind of got an idea already... but she liked the elf man and doesn't want it to come to that. ]
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...Whoever he meets.
[ it's not his fault, feferi... it just is. ]
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[ Welp. ]
Maybe we should go out there... what if someone needs help but they are too hurt to ask for it?
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Those of us who can should keep a steady watch, but shouldn't venture out too far, and alone.
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[ Because sitting around waiting just isn't her style. ]
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—if you see him, do not engage. Do you understand?
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But if he is hurt again, I can't just not help him, too.
[ Again. ]
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[ wait ]
—"Again"?
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[ She's known him for maybe like 20 minutes tops...?? Good enough. She knows his type. ]
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[ olivia stifles a sigh. ]
But I've been here for these moments before. It's not the same. [ he's not the same. ]
I don't know if you understand how dire that is.