Twenty-First Voice (voicepost/actionpost)
They've all come together to kill us. Yes. This is how they'll do it, by driving us to madness, by poisoning our neurons, but burning them out with this dripping, this clicking, ticking, back and forth of a pendulum so large we can't hear it, only feel it, and it shakes us like a cannon blast has pierced us and rippled out and out once, twice, over and over again...
We heard them, and now they are gone. All their minds...why are they so silent? All replaced, overcome by that sound. Take it away...
(He bends his head and snarls a fluid-choked growl through his teeth.)
Take it away--
(There are few people about near this end of the alleyway -- a silhouette sees him and ducks around a corner, vanishing into the streets. Throwing back his head, pulling open several holes in his melting ribs, he draws in a powerful breath that stretches his skin tight like a drum's cover. He screams, an unearthly roaring sound that shakes the glass streetlights and windows.)
Can't think, we can't see, all the world is spinning and melting and it's all we can hear, all we can feel--we would tear our head off if only it would help, but it can't--
(Two tendrils burst from his chest and stretch down to the ground, forming into rough, half-melted legs that push him back up, and now he's standing centaur-style with his lower body turned into some lizard-beast with a whip-tail dripping out of his back to coil around his feet. A long dragon's neck stabs out from between his collarbones, ripping his head half off so that it lies flat against his back, a melting mass.)
That infernal clock...why?
(A rat panics and skitters out of a pile of dust; he pins it under a foreleg and thrusts the column down to grab it in a forming beast's mouth. It squeals and squirms and kicks at his teeth as he raises his new head, its tail hanging from the side of his jaws. He staggers about at a slow pace down the center of the alley, legs wobbling in a drunken sway, falling apart and reforming all at once, snarling around the screeching rat. In such a state, he approaches the end of the alley and stumbles into the street, raving through his closed mouth the sounds of a crazed monster.)
(ooc: 2 months in isolation will do that to a person here, eh?)
We heard them, and now they are gone. All their minds...why are they so silent? All replaced, overcome by that sound. Take it away...
(He bends his head and snarls a fluid-choked growl through his teeth.)
Take it away--
(There are few people about near this end of the alleyway -- a silhouette sees him and ducks around a corner, vanishing into the streets. Throwing back his head, pulling open several holes in his melting ribs, he draws in a powerful breath that stretches his skin tight like a drum's cover. He screams, an unearthly roaring sound that shakes the glass streetlights and windows.)
Can't think, we can't see, all the world is spinning and melting and it's all we can hear, all we can feel--we would tear our head off if only it would help, but it can't--
(Two tendrils burst from his chest and stretch down to the ground, forming into rough, half-melted legs that push him back up, and now he's standing centaur-style with his lower body turned into some lizard-beast with a whip-tail dripping out of his back to coil around his feet. A long dragon's neck stabs out from between his collarbones, ripping his head half off so that it lies flat against his back, a melting mass.)
That infernal clock...why?
(A rat panics and skitters out of a pile of dust; he pins it under a foreleg and thrusts the column down to grab it in a forming beast's mouth. It squeals and squirms and kicks at his teeth as he raises his new head, its tail hanging from the side of his jaws. He staggers about at a slow pace down the center of the alley, legs wobbling in a drunken sway, falling apart and reforming all at once, snarling around the screeching rat. In such a state, he approaches the end of the alley and stumbles into the street, raving through his closed mouth the sounds of a crazed monster.)
(ooc: 2 months in isolation will do that to a person here, eh?)