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silence_excolo in estdeus_innobis

And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

Apr 23, 2012 18:10

Thursday, July 8th [Day 403]
Early morning
Carnivale lot

Rain. It rained. Yesterday. Good. My bucket should be full of water.

Can't seem to get the energy to trek to the showers today. The little leak in my roof drips into that bucket. I can use that, try to wash up some. Should be clean enough.

Can't remember the last time I was this sick. Skipped out ( Read more... )

silence, syl, zann

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tereixa_zann April 24 2012, 02:15:24 UTC

Alright, I understand that we haven't been really busy lately, but weekend's coming up and Jay's coming down with something and Hux isn't up yet, and there are a couple of things that are really a two-person job, so I stop by the cook tent and grab a couple of coffees and head over to see Silence. I don't think I saw her around Tuesday--which is fine, I guess everyone needs a day off now and then--and I hope she didn't end up spending the night in town. People do sometimes, but I wouldn't exactly expect her to...

"Si, hon?" knocking on her door and calling through it. "Good morning! Come on, I need a hand looking at the wheel."

silence_excolo April 24 2012, 03:17:35 UTC

There's noise, like a thumping, making my trailer echo dully. I open my eyes. The sun's shifted some, I think. How long did I sit there? Muffled sounds trying to cut through the air; everything feels thick & woolen. The door. There's someone at the door.

"Come on, I need a hand looking at the wheel."

"Zann?" which comes out more like a croak than anything recognizable. It's gotta be Zann, though, cheerful this early; "that you?" Only one here calls me that. Si.

Trying to stand to go to the door is not working too well, but at least I'm propped up some at the end of my bed. "Gimme 'minit-" I squawk out, almost laughing at how absurd I sound.

The door's even farther away than the bucket. Gods, I'm sure I stink.

tereixa_zann April 24 2012, 04:12:39 UTC

There's a racheting sort of sound that I'm pretty sure I could miss if it weren't early morning quiet, and I pick words out of the whole mess. "Yeah, it's me. You okay?"

"Gimme 'minit-" and she sounds like six kinds of hell. I mean, hopefully it's just a sore throat and a slow wakeup... she doesn't get out much, mix with the marks, and I mean, we're here, if she was in town and someone did a number on her and she managed to get back here and didn't go for help she can't be that bad, I like to tell myself she can't be that bad. I take a step back and set the coffees down on a level patch of ground, bounce once on my toes, look around--

Right, that was a minute. A short minute, but what's forty seconds? Push the door open, letting morning air and light in. And for a minute all the impressions crowd up at once, pressing themselves perfectly into the world, and all I can remember is the times it was bad with Genny.

silence_excolo April 24 2012, 04:49:24 UTC

There's suddenly light where the door used to be, making me squint. Then a sliver of shadow comes in to focus, turning in to Zann. "Heh," because really, it is a little absurd, a shadow becoming a person, "I said a minute."

But she's in now, & the door's open, so I don't need to do it. So I sit back on the bed again & wave her in. Contemplate the bucket but decide against moving. At least for another minute. Breathe in a bit - air's chilly & I'm starting to shiver, but it smells nicer with the door open. "You smell like coffee," & she does, but my stomach lurches a bit at the thought. Probably not a good idea, drinking any just yet.

Focus. My head's all over the place. Look at Zann & for the first time notice her expression. She's worried about something.

"What's wrong with the wheel?" It's not her baby, like the carousel. Still.

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tereixa_zann May 18 2012, 01:58:48 UTC

"Tez died a few weeks 'go. Back when Genny came back t'erself," and I can't think of a damn thing to say. He wasn't around much, exactly, and after everything I can't say it feel like hearing about family dying, but I still feel off for a second, knowing that he won't be back not just that he's gone. I'm about to ask how but when Syl adds "Wuz th'only way t'heal'er," I decide that that can wait for right now.

And I will be damned if I can add anything to what Silence says, and so I just take away the glass when she's done. Even the Doc never had it this bad that I saw.

"Zann," Syl says, and I look up, "y'c'n stay if'n y'like, but keep outta th'way, an' know't't might get ugly. An' if'n I say run, run."

"Will do," I say quietly, and step up and back against one of the walls, and put the glass down so that my hands are free, in case anything comes up. I mean, if nothing else, having your hands free makes opening doors go that tiny bit faster.

syl_thorn May 21 2012, 00:54:38 UTC

Silence tells me t'be careful, an' tells me't she's ready. Zann's a good girl, she stands near th'door, hands free, an' she stands ready. Good girl. Good girl.

I take th'pigment first, use m'fingers t'paint a protective glyph on m'brow, m'heart. Do th'same fer Zann. "Jes' hush, honey. I dunno if'n'is thing might try t'jump ship when I start drawin't out. This oughta keep ya safe." Oughta, 't least. Ain't much I c'n do, otherwise.

Find m'silver pendant'n hang't 'round m'neck. Shieldin' magic. Safe magic. An'en I turn back t'Silence. I havva jar'a bonemeal, there's rosemary'n sea salt't m'elbow. I lean over Silence, touch'er forehead wit' ash, crumble bonemeal on'er tongue. An'I hold'er eyes wit' m'own, an'I say, "Who are you?"

silence_excolo May 23 2012, 03:36:58 UTC

Syl wards herself & Zann, & I can see enough to know the weave of her work. She then hangs a pendant round her neck, not unlike the one I made myself, with a less specific purpose. I follow her motions with my eyes as she opens the jar of ash. It smells of death, old death, and fire.

My guts squirm but I hold still.

Zann stays near the door, well out of reach. Good.

As Syl bends over me, smearing the ash on my forehead, my eyes blink out of reflex. But it feels like maybe some of the ash got in my eyes - they're gritty all of the sudden. I blink harder.

She pulls my jaw down & crumbles more ash on my tongue & my mouth goes dry in an instant. I can't seem to close it. Death in my mouth, in my eyes & my vision's gone dark & red around the edges. Syl stares into my eyes & I can hardly see her.

"Who are you?" And I can't speak. Can't breathe. The words echo, I can feel the thrum of their Power crawl along my skin, into my eyes, my mouth, my ears. And I'm fighting it. I don't want to, but I am ( ... )

tereixa_zann May 29 2012, 04:23:39 UTC

I know it's coming, but when Syl puts the mark on my forehead I have to work to not reach up and touch it. I mean, I manage, it's just that it makes me think of Genny again. It's been one hell of a year, I guess, it really has. And I feel my fingers jittering a bit, and lace them together, and I really want a cigarette.

And I wait, I tense up a bit when the shaking starts but I wait, and then Silence's grin is carved across her face, I can't remember ever seeing her really smile and now this, she looks like one of the gaffs Betrayal used to have as a draw out front, the one that crawled up out of its jar one night and went creeping.

"Oh God," very quiet, don't want to be a distraction, and what the hell is this now?

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