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animus_network2011-12-06 04:15 pm
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⇝001 // video
[the video's dark, but it's definitely video; the screen is completely black. there's the snap and clink of a lighter, but the fire isn't seen on the video, as if he's pointing it elsewhere from himself, or isn't aware the video's on; there's a deep inhalation and a deep exhalation, which sounds more like someone breathing through their teeth. it quickly degrades into soft, under-the-breath giggling. his voice is soft enough that someone might not be able to hear him unless they're trying.]
...eeeeveryone's... gone.
[he keeps that low soft breathy giggling up for a moment, and it almost sounds desperate.]
That's what it says. It says, everyone's gone.
I've never thought about it. What happens when everyone goes away.
But now, now... they're all gone. Gone, gone... gone.
[his giggling starts to get more frantic but it never gets louder; it sounds more and more desperate, and suddenly-- it stops. he makes a quiet noise, his voice low and quiet. for reference, it's the first four or so seconds.]
zhuzhuzhuzhu...
...but still so noisy.
...eeeeveryone's... gone.
[he keeps that low soft breathy giggling up for a moment, and it almost sounds desperate.]
That's what it says. It says, everyone's gone.
I've never thought about it. What happens when everyone goes away.
But now, now... they're all gone. Gone, gone... gone.
[his giggling starts to get more frantic but it never gets louder; it sounds more and more desperate, and suddenly-- it stops. he makes a quiet noise, his voice low and quiet. for reference, it's the first four or so seconds.]
zhuzhuzhuzhu...
...but still so noisy.
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[that makes him giggle again, and he rolls on his side, back to her, softly giggling.]
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..So, does that mean one of us isn't real..?
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[he leans a little into the touch, almost as if he's trying to tell if she's real or not.]
..I can't tell anymore.
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What can I do to reassure you that I'm not just a hallucination? Anything? Or do you just need to see me not disappear for a while?
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I don't know. Everything blends together. Why is there so much noise...
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What do I have to do to stop the noise? What does Medusa usually do about it? [She was a bit worried about the answer, but maybe it wasn't so bad? A girl could hope.]
Tell me and I'll try to replicate.
this is where we start getting into scary headcanon. >:3
She says I should destroy it.
[his soul shifts slightly, a tiny spark of discomfort.]
Oh boy :|
I'm not surprised. She's a witch, all they know is destruction. ...What specifically is she asking you to destroy? The sound? Your hearing...?
/awesomeface
I don't think it's supposed to be destroyed.
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..yet.
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...She. As far as she's concerned.
[She shifts uncomfortably, resisting the urge to flop over on the bed or start wailing. Or both maybe. Both at once was a little tempting.] What's it like? Being trapped with her like that?
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[he shifts slightly, letting out a sigh that sounded as if he were losing all the air in his body.]
She has a lot of work to do. She's organizing a world-wide coux.
...sometimes she comes and sits with me.
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Like what we're doing right now?
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Kind of.
[not really. his soul is hesitant to keep talking.]
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She combs fingers through his hair gently.]
Right before you came here, the person who runs the tower sent us all home, to the wasteland home had become... [She shudders momentarily and takes a deep, shaking breath before continuing] Medusa was there, and no one else as far as I knew. I was curious if that was what your world was like. That's partially why I keep asking questions.