(05) [Doodle]

[doctoral_bird]

[Look who's got a message for the rest of you! Only it's not really a message and it's not really meant for anyone. Connected journal system? What's that! Speaking or Writing? Malkus isn't exactly a dictionary at the moment!]

Comments

Video + Drawngs

[doctoral_bird]

[As his memory returns, this language of text and words become clearer. Malkus reaches towards his face to touch his mask for a moment, quickly realizing he's got a face underneath it. It is a pretty nice beak, isn't it?]

Text + Drawngs

[stillseecracks]

Text + Drawngs

[doctoral_bird]

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[doctoral_bird]

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[doctoral_bird]

[That last bit was uncomfortable to write. But the doctor can begin to recall his more recent memories. How is this possible, though? His leg feels fine now?]

Text + Drawngs

[stillseecracks]

[Xanth pauses. That's... a little unnerving.]

Text + Drawngs

[doctoral_bird]

[It might be possible to sense a bit of panic in this next drawing. Just a little.]

Audio (oh god the hat popping off, so cute)

[stillseecracks]

[Screw this. Xanth can't write that much, that well, or that fast, so he switches into audio.]

M-Malkus, li-lis-- listen to me. It-- it's okay, you, y-you're okay. Don't-- don't panic, just, t-take a second. B--Breathe.

Audio

[doctoral_bird]

[His voice is shaking and it sounds like he's getting a little choked up.]

B-But I died. I-I'm certain o-of it. The plants- I-I was sick and the plants- m-my leg...

[He reaches down to feel his shin, trying to feel whatever disgusting vines and shoots were present. It's as if none of that ever even happened to him.]

A-And now I'm here, awake, in my room- when I shouldn't be a-alive...

Audio

[stillseecracks]

What-- wh-whatever was w-wrong with you b--before, you're-- y-you're okay n-now. G--Good as new. That's, th-that's just-- h-how p-places like this w-work.

I-I know it's-- it's s-scary, but, you're... y-you're alright.

[Or so Xanth hopes. Holloway's Keep could work entirely differently for all he knows - but if it continues to be like the Elegante, then Malkus should be just fine.

Physically, at least.]

Audio

[doctoral_bird]

I-I don't understand but-...Yes, I'm alright. I just-

[His breathing calms back down to a wobbling half-sob. Still a bit shaken up by his death.]

What kind of place prevents such an inevitability...

Audio

[stillseecracks]

I-- I-I don't know h-how it works, but... it... i-it-- j-just does.

B-But that... d-doesn't... m-make it any e--easier.

[He rubs his cheek, staring down at the floor.]

C-Can I... I-I don't know-- g-- get you s-something? Um. F-Food, n-- new clothes, a-- anything?

[He likes you already, Malkus. You remind him just a little bit of himself.]

Audio

[doctoral_bird]

[Malkus is hunched over beside his journal, clutching his head as if trying to squeeze his currently nonexistent memories out. There are still massive gaps of blank space. His voice is muffled but Xanth should still be able to make out a faint few words.]

W-Water...Perhaps.. I-If it wouldn't be too much trouble.

Audio

[stillseecracks]

Y-Yeah, I'll--

U-Uh, wait, um. Which-- w-which room is y--yours?