[68] A Mother's Whisper
[voice post:]
[Hear the sound of labored breathing as he tried to focus on the task at hand, which was to contact someone for business. He roared in rage and frustration at first, knowing well that it was a curse, only for it to cease a second later. The sound of his breath seeming like it was going further away from the cellphone, a soft mumble was the last thing that was heard before the feed shut off with the flip of his phone.]
It can't be...
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[Open AP:]
[Have the drenched sinner staring off into the distance on the beach. How he found himself here from the underground, you ask? Of course, by following the sweet voice that made several attempts at bringing him to eternal rest, giving him a minor injury in the process, which he doesn't seem to be bothered by. No. Following the voice was all that mattered at the moment.
She was here and calling for help. It sounded louder today than any other day. Asking to be destroyed.
A stream of blood dripping from his arm, staining the sands below, he walked closer to the body of water, awestruck by the situation as if she had come for him. He could take care of things now. Pandemonium, his motherland, was sleeping within the waters. Or so he believed, walking into the water.]
[ooc: Cursed for Mother's call! Open to all and he'll answer his phone to briefly talk to anyone except he'll be drawn back into following the voice again. Feel free to see him on the beach or stop him from going in. If no one does, going to assume that he was able to fight the temptation by waking up from half drowning or something. o/]
[Hear the sound of labored breathing as he tried to focus on the task at hand, which was to contact someone for business. He roared in rage and frustration at first, knowing well that it was a curse, only for it to cease a second later. The sound of his breath seeming like it was going further away from the cellphone, a soft mumble was the last thing that was heard before the feed shut off with the flip of his phone.]
It can't be...
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[Open AP:]
[Have the drenched sinner staring off into the distance on the beach. How he found himself here from the underground, you ask? Of course, by following the sweet voice that made several attempts at bringing him to eternal rest, giving him a minor injury in the process, which he doesn't seem to be bothered by. No. Following the voice was all that mattered at the moment.
She was here and calling for help. It sounded louder today than any other day. Asking to be destroyed.
A stream of blood dripping from his arm, staining the sands below, he walked closer to the body of water, awestruck by the situation as if she had come for him. He could take care of things now. Pandemonium, his motherland, was sleeping within the waters. Or so he believed, walking into the water.]
[ooc: Cursed for Mother's call! Open to all and he'll answer his phone to briefly talk to anyone except he'll be drawn back into following the voice again. Feel free to see him on the beach or stop him from going in. If no one does, going to assume that he was able to fight the temptation by waking up from half drowning or something. o/]