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snowblindrpg2017-07-22 10:21 am
snowblindmods) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-07-22 10:21 am
[log] Noisy Black Part Three - Mingle [closed]
Characters: characters participating in the noisy black event
Location: An office building.
Date: Night 261 - Day 262
Summary: Conversion and exploration.
Warnings: body horror, body trauma, medical horror, psychological trauma, forced IVs/forced feeding, note specifics in subject lines please
Sinners
Converted
Exploration
Location: An office building.
Date: Night 261 - Day 262
Summary: Conversion and exploration.
Warnings: body horror, body trauma, medical horror, psychological trauma, forced IVs/forced feeding, note specifics in subject lines please
Sinners
Converted
Exploration
Day 262
[Karkat barely moves from the corner of his cell but to relieve himself, which is a production in and of itself (damn wrists) (deserve this). At most, he makes a cursory attempt to clean himself, but between the sight of his own blood and how much moving fucking hurts, he makes little headway.]
[(Maybe it's better this way.) Maybe it's better this way. Everyone can see how he... what?]
[He's tired.]
[The newer puddles of red are less distinct than the old, and he stays settled over the largest, darkest patch as the others call to each other, call to no one (for you) (she's here), and sing songs that may as well be in tongues for all the meaning Karkat gleans from them. Some of the words strike too deep, the emotion behind them resonating in ways that have him sobbing quietly again, but most simply pass overhead. (They can't be let go.) (Not yet.)]
[... There's someone speaking to him. No, it's... to all of them?]
Shut up.
[He doesn't know who he's talking to, the world has blurred and blended together around him, but it's not the faintly whispering voice. That one's... old, familiar. He must have heard it somewhere before. Somewhere in the Medium? Or a dream bubble, fuck if he could ever keep track of everyone he ran into in those. And it's saying]
[(there's meaning to this) (not suffering in vain, no)]
[things he needs to hear. They're important, aren't they? Why would he be hearing them if they weren't important?]
[(Listen.)]
I'm listening.
no subject
Listening is a good step. How much do you know already?
no subject
[Karkat's eyes crack open just enough to catch a glimpse of the weird pink—human, it's a human, before sliding shut again, a careful twitch bringing his cloak up to cover more of his face. It leaves more of his bloodstained legs visible than he'd otherwise allow, but that's the furthest thing from his mind right now.]
Wasn't talking to you.
[His tone is absent but not outright dismissive, much as it might wish it were. He doesn't understand what's going on.]
Do you hear it?
no subject
I hear people, but no one is really saying anything. What do you hear?