oo1 [Accidental Voice Post]

[playedtoolong]

[water splashing, churning and a series of wet, choked, pants]

Fre- This is death? The ultimate freedom-

[hissed sounds of pain, voice is obviously strained, before it breaks into a raspy scream]

ROSETTE CHRISTOPHER! WHERE ARE YOU!?

[it's cut off by more sounds of floundering in water, more noises that would be expected by one set of hands]

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[lostmytruth]

[lostmytruth]

Rizelle.

omg mindfuck 1/2

[playedtoolong]

[playedtoolong]

... This place is a trick.

Now I know it's a trick.

[lostmytruth]

No, Rizelle, I'm quite real here.

Though my heart no longer beats.

[playedtoolong]

You're dead.

You're- Pandemonium took you! You're gone!

[lostmytruth]

And it seems you have met a similar fate.

I'm so sorry.

[playedtoolong]

... You're-

[ooc; l- lol, Rizelle is SO dkwenlfnw'ing right now.]

[lostmytruth]

Shall I find you?

[ooc; Mary wants to go to her! D;]

[playedtoolong]

[have some floundering noises, and what's suspiciously like unsteady breathing]

[ooc; we could comment log?]

[lostmytruth]

The Drowning Pool, I'll be there shortly.

[ooc; We could!]

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[playedtoolong]

[She'd only somewhat calmed, so still incensed. Confused. Enraged.

Bleeding. In pain.

Rizelle had dragged herself from the water, long hair clinging heavy, legion chaotically knitting slow at her missing lower half and stumped limbs, panting heavy.

... It couldn't be her]

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[lostmytruth]

[It didn't take long for her to arrive or for her to approach her. There was no hesitation in her steps or in her face, though it was filled to the brim with worry.

That had been friends in the past, after all.

She produced a towel from behind her and leaned forward, before pausing. She meant to dab her hair and face dry, really]

Rizelle..

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[playedtoolong]

[She was perfectly blind. No spiders, even, not around, to control, and none had come with her. She started, at the noise, wide eyes focused on space around where noise came from, and her lips twisted.

It sounded just like her. It was her, it was impossible-]

... Mary Magdalene?

[Breathed out, hissed in pain, teeth grit. Impossible- Impossible-]

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[lostmytruth]

As I said, Rizelle, I am quite real here. Please, be still.

[She gently dabs the towel against the side of her face and, if no fussing follows, she moves to her hair. It hurt, really, to see her in such a state even after all that had happened.

More than ever, she wanted to help her.]

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[playedtoolong]

[She stills, utterly frozen, breaths coming in deep, needy, gasps, eyes wide, darting around and seeing nothing]

Impossible-

[But it's happening.]

Pandemonium took you- You're dead, and-

[She couldn't allow herself to believe it, she couldn't, not yet.]