voice. → video.

[seposent]

[ there's a thud and rustle of pages, some scuffling, the familiar sound of darkness monsters-- and then a horrific, bloodthirsty roar, followed quickly by the shrieking of monsters--

and crunch. something spatters, squishes, cracks and breaks apart.

a voice, low and old and inhuman, a huge voice, echoing all around. ]

It has been so long.

[

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voice;

[cruelwonder]

[It's the roar that gets her attention first, something bone-deep and chilling, a sound that she's known all too well for a very long time. It could simply be her imagination, of course, run wild with foolish ideas. It's something she should ignore or disregard.

The voice, however, is something she can't. It's his voice, that wretched creature from Wonderland. And while there are only feathers, she knows. She knows.

When she speaks, her voice is shaky and quiet.]

What is that.

voice;

[seposent]

His name is Jabberwock. He's my Chain. [ a beat as something else crunches in the background, humming out a sound. ] .. He's not been loosed in a while.

voice;

[cruelwonder]

[Yes, yes, she was afraid of this. Chains and contracts... She doesn't understand any of it. What she does understand is that the people who control the Chains must be powerful. And for this man to control something as terrible as Jabberwock--

Her words are like ice. She isn't certain whether she should be frightened or angry.]

Why? That creature should be dead.

voice;

[seposent]

Dead? I'm afraid not. He was only Sealed away until I could re-contract him.

[ he breathes out a laugh. ]

It's not so simple to destroy a Chain, after all-- especially one like Jabberwock.

video;

[blacknredrabbit]

[ Normally Alice probably wouldn't want noticed Leo. No, why should she concern herself with someone she's hardly spoken to. But there was an odd feeling since Leo arrived. A Chain. She didn't remember this.

Calling for Vincent, didn't make it better.]

-- You!

voice.

[seposent]

[ well, it seems like nearly everyone's here, after all. and it's of particular note that alice is here-- but if she's here.. is her sister all alone again? ]

I have a name, Alice.

video; → voice;

[blacknredrabbit]

[ Tch, he wasn't even going to show his face this time? She changes to voice. It's easier anyways. ]

Leo, whatever. What did you do to your hair?! [ ...and after a long pause. ] That Chain...

voice.

[seposent]

[ he laughs at the question. ] Vincent cut it for me! Don't you think he did a good job? It must be all that time he spends cutting things up with scissors..

[ a pause, then, voice taking on a vaguely sly note. ]

'That Chain' is Jabberwock, Alice. You know who Jabberwock is, don't you? Though I guess you might not remember.

[video] -- 1/2

[silverlunettes]

[Reim stares for a moment. Familiar. So, so familiar. The hair is different. And those eyes... he's never seen them before.

Wait.]

[video] -- 2/2

[silverlunettes]

[Oh, wait, that's...]

Leo?

voice.

[seposent]

[ cheerfully: ] Hello, Mister Lunettes. If you're here.. I wonder if Mister Break might be? [ so he can tear his throat out. ]

voice.

[silverlunettes]

... yes, he's here somewhere. Are you alright, Leo? You seem... different. [Why no, Reim knows nothing about Elliot's death or anything like that.]

[voice];

[snakeofaguy]

[Two things perk Snake's attention; the name that the young man utters through the feed, and the name that Gilbert whispers. Timidness is nowhere in his voice, but he keeps the video feed off just out of principle. This is Elliot's Leo. Nevermind the creature (there have been many in the house), all that matters is that someone important to Elliot is safe.]

Master Leo. [An automatic formality, held higher because of the assumed relationship with someone close to him.] 'Has someone taken you to safety? Even with a defense, the darkness is not somewhere for people to be,' says Wordsworth.

[voice];

[seposent]

[ there's a somewhat puzzled pause at the unfamiliar voice speaking his name-- and apparently speaking for someone else, as well. after a moment, though, he speaks up, himself, tone light and unconcerned. ]

I've met with a friend, and I'm safely out of the darkness, now. The concern is appreciated, though.

[voice];

[snakeofaguy]

[Ah, good. A small sigh of relief.]

'Elliot will be relieved to hear you are safe,' says Oscar.

[voice];

[seposent]

.. Yes.. I suppose he would be.

[ there's a long, quiet moment, but then he speaks up again. ] Who are Wordsworth and Oscar, if I can ask? And who are you?

video. 1/3

[ferventknight]

[...This voice?!

He was questioning the first voice to begin with but.. the second one calling his brother's name. Was something wrong with Leo? No, no...

Leo had returned to Siren's Port but something didn't seem right. Something crawled beneath Elliot's skin and it began eating at him.

Was he scared?]

video. 2/3

[ferventknight]

[But he shouldn't be! No, this wasn't fear as much as it was a development of anger (though that enormous roar could have sent a chill through his bones). Since he found out what had really happened considering Humpty Dumpty, Elliot had a million and one questions for Leo.

One more now that he was calling for his brother instead of him. Absurd. Completely absurd. He was just staring at the feed before finally choking on his own words...]

L-leo..?

video. 3/3

[ferventknight]

[And that's when Elliot finally spoke up even more. Yelling, one would say. Yes, he was relieved but at the same time he didn't like what had been happening now with Leo's arrival.

"Vincent."

That just keep ringing through his mind. If he needed to question him, now would be better than later.]

Leo! What the hell are you doing!?

voice. aaaaa tl;dr i'm sorry

[seposent]

[ people had said, of course. everyone kept saying.. elliot will be glad to see you. a part of him knows that elliot is here, that elliot will contact him. but knowing it just can't quite prepare him for the reality of it.

he can't respond at first-- not for a long time. instead, he sits there on the bed that fang had chosen for him, curled around his nv, watching and listening to that short message again and again. at the very first, he's numb, staring down at that familiar, beloved sight with shock still leaving him blank. this is-- elliot. this is his master, whom he thought he'd never ever see again. he doesn't deserve to see him again, but it makes him so happy that he's alive and well.

but if he's happy-- why does his chest hurt like he's dying? moisture rolls down his face, blurring his vision and leaving something like a rock in his throat, choking him.

elliot, it's elliot. tears turn to sobs, and for a few moments, he's nothing more than some young, horribly broken boy who misses the only person in the world he'd