(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

[Doodle/Accidental video] (Lol'd at 3am)

[doctoral_bird]

[Malkus had expected something to show up on his journal but not a friendly little figure like this! In his haste to respond with a smile, he activates the video function.

You can see a long beaked bird mask staring down at the paper as he scribbles a tiny smiley face in response.]

text + doodle

[stillseecracks]

[Oh! Well that's a little strange to see, but who's Xanth to judge? He's seen something like it before, after all. There was that one time he ran into someone with a mask just like it...

He doodles up another stick man, this time with I like your beak and drawngs" written next to it. Gosh, his handwriting is atrocious.]

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]

Text + Drawngs

[stillseecracks]

Text + Drawngs

[doctoral_bird]

Text + Drawngs

[stillseecracks]

Text + Drawngs

[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.]