014 • VOICE

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[There is a good amount of rustling backdrop, things clattering and clinking together as someone rummages through on a search for something. Her voice, when it eventually (she is, after all, easily sidetracked) speaks up is still somewhat distracted.]

I have, um, chicken soup? It should be ready very shortly. [A thoughtful hum.] Oh! And I am

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[Voice] Can I play too~?

[hate_and_oaths]

Lethe.

[Styx sounds more or less normal, but a liiiiiittle out of it.]

I almost bit my tongue off.

[Voice] Of course! It's an excellent game.

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As long as it remains almost.

[Concerned.] Are you quite all right otherwise?

[Voice]

[hate_and_oaths]

I...don't know.

[...Is that fear on her voice?]

Everything goes black...and then I'm on the ground. Hurting.

[Voice]

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Then I will be back home shortly. [She sighs - quiet and mildly harried - but her voice is easy, soothing.] Just as soon as I get Cerberus to stay in bed.

[A beat.]

And Acheron to get there in the first place.

[Voice]

[hate_and_oaths]

...

[She's a big girl, she can watch for herself. At any rate, Styx is just being wacky, not really sick. Or so she thinks.]

Keep that idiot safe from himself.

...Our brother, I mean.

[Voice]

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[A sigh, half-amused and half-exasperated.]

Well, at least he seems to be enjoying himself quite thoroughly.

[Voice]

[hate_and_oaths]

Hardly a surrrrrrrrrr...

[And that's the sound Styx does when she slids from her chair and falls to the ground, convulsing like a fish out of the water.]

[Voice]

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Styx?

[A pause - a somewhat frantic pause.]

Are you - I - Fuck.

[Louder, called across some distance and not to the speaker.] Acheron? I am leaving for a moment! Stay in bed.

[Voice]

[hate_and_oaths]

[Some minutes have passed. She sounds ridiculously pained.]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand back.

I'm...oh.

[And she does a very Lethe-like reaction at something she is not mentioning out loud. Blood always makes everything worse.]

Bandages.

[Voice]

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Oh, I - That is good, I - I will be back very shortly, I assure you.

[There's the sound of footsteps, the jingle of keys.]

Yes. I found them. [A beat.] Well, I stole Acheron's. But the end result is the same.

[Voice]

[hate_and_oaths]

This sort of thing is supposed to progress so fast...

Tell me he isn't bleeding to death?

[Voice]

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Oh! [Hastily reassuring.] No, he is fine. Well, relatively. There is no bleeding, at least, on his part.

I only needed them because I cut myself earlier - while I was cooking.

[Voice] [Filter: Lethe]

[hate_and_oaths]

[Shaky voice. Very shaky voice.]

Somewhere in the near future I'm going to ask you to tie me to my bed.

I want to see your hand.

[Voice] [Filter: Styx]

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I - [She swallows, nods - then realizes that nodding isn't going to do her much good.] Yes, I - I suppose that I can do that.

Oh! I - yes, of course. Though it is nothing to worry over. I was just clumsy.

[Voice] [Filter: Lethe]

[hate_and_oaths]

I know you can.

Still. That would calm me down. [She sounds like she needs to calm down.]

[Voice] [Filter: Styx]

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[A calm sister is preferred.]

If it should please you, you are free to examine my insignificant wounds to your heart's content.