Death//Seventh Sound of her Wings//Video

[dyingwings]

 [Death's berry drops down to the ground and she looks down at it, her eyes hollow and her expression blank. She's wobbling on her feet, and when she speaks, her voice is hoarse, raspy and dry. There's at least two days of bags under the young girl's eyes

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video.

[bridalgownwings]

Death! [He looks mildly frantic--she is just a kid and it's obvious that something is up. Already having failed her the week before he's not about to let that happen now and Timothy is dropping everything to rise to his feet and hurry out into the hallways after grabbing something from his desk along the way. He's in his suite so wherever she is, he is looking.]

Hey, sweetheart. Where are you?

video.

[dyingwings]

[She rolls over, and knocks the 'berry a bit, it shows her face and the couch in her suite, as well as a decent view of her collar- suite 1.]

I'm in my gallery, I hold your sigil in my hand.

video. ► action.

[bridalgownwings]

Hang on, I'll be there soon. [He changes direction immediately, quick on his feet to near the suite. He is not sure what the other is talking about as far as sigil was concerned but he is not one to think about it in times like this. Why did these things have to happen? She was just a kid and he's not sure what's wrong but he's not abandoning her like he did the week before--no matter the circumstance this time. With a few breaths and larger strides he hurries towards the door and opens it.]

Death?

action.

[dyingwings]

It's me.

Timothy, what's happening?

In-Person

[azrthmtrnznthos]

[Rachel hasn't even blinked, just walked out of her room into the common room, bearing a water-bottle and bag of chips.]

Hey, you should probably eat something. Remember what I said about this place having screwed up rules?

in-Person

[dyingwings]

Eat?

But there's nothing here smaller than me to eat.

That's what eating is, right? I don't want to hurt people...

Re: in-Person

[azrthmtrnznthos]

Not exactly, young lady.

[The bag of chips is opened, pressed into Death's hands, Rachel kneeling by her. Before reaching out to feel her forehead, like for a temperature.]

These are based on potatoes, something grown in the ground. You won't hurt anyone by eating them, so do so.

[OOC: Should we merge tags with Timothy above?]

in-Person

[dyingwings]

[She takes one, looks at it curiously, and puts it into her mouth. It crunches, and she moves it around a bit, and swallows.

her forehead is very dry, and warm. it doesn't take an expert to realize if she didn't know how to eat, she wouldn't know to drink, either, and right now there's precious little water in her system to produce any kind of sweat or saliva]

It's sharp in my throat. Why will this help?

[faultlesscon]

Death? [And--that's where she's gone.] Did anyone come to help you yet?

[dyingwings]

There's a Rachel here. and a Timothy.

[She looks away] I have a body here. I didn't know.

Sorry...

[faultlesscon]

No, that's good, it's fine. [He takes in a breath.] Food and rest, that's important while you have a body here, alright?

Though I suppose you were already told that.

[dyingwings]

The yellow shards and the brown rectangles, She had me put them in my mouth and force them down my throat with the muscles in the back. It was strange.

How do I rest?

[sergeantlight]

Didi!

[Light frowns, looking discreetly worried.]

How are you feeling?

[A pause, her voice softening.] Do you need any help?

Eat something, sleep.

[dyingwings]

The other lady gave me shards of potato, and a brown dry rectangle. I was meant to rip them to pieces with my teeth and swallow them down my throat. I didn't understand it, but my body wants me to do it again.

How do you sleep?

sorry, this is so late! ;A;

[sergeantlight]

[She paused, looking a bit taken aback.]

Ugh. How do you sleep?

[Huh, so...Death, as a kid...didn't know basic human needs. Light should've expected that, but...]

Well, it's like...giving your self--ugh--your body a time to rest. So--ugh--you just lie down and close your eyes.

Do you get tired, Didi?

[dyingwings]

Why do you keep making that noise? Did I do something wrong?

[She frowns]

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I don't know what it wants when it tells me to do things! [She certainly looks tired. And unwashed.]