snowblindrpg | [log] Noisy Black Part Three

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[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

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[ Sylar has been wavering in and out of coherence all day, but he's lucky enough to vaguely know what's going on when Davesprite starts talking. The words seem to help him focus, too- where they are and what was going on. He at least had a general idea.

He can barely move now- everything hurts from the few times he forgot he'd had his limbs chopped off and tried to move them around only to jolt his wounds. but he shuffles to the edge of the bars nonetheless. His voice is weak as he starts and he has to put some effort in to carry far enough to reach Davesprite. ]

I knew- knew they were normal in other parts of the building. Knew it.

[ He frowns at the last message. ]

"By" as in "goodbye"? That's- it has to be for me. Vanitas.

...did they find the door?

[ When did that happen? How out of it had he been? ]

B-Y-E.

[Confirmation. The words sit there in his mind, points of focus, staring but speaking by their conglomeration. He can feel them there above, could walk to him if just the bars would open and his balance would hold out.]

[He thinks hard on the door.]

Earlier, Enoch—he said—

[He's so tired, but he pushes against it. It's too important.]

Trapdoor. Under... under the... table? I don't know what table. It's not looking at me.

[No, is all he can think of with the 'bye' confirmation. He's not even sure why that is, but something about the sentiment he just immediately shuts down. He'll think on it later, when he's not so exhausted. The door is more important. ]

There was a table down. Down a couple flights. Where Vanitas cut my arms off, I was on a table.

[ Although a lot of that is feeling like some sort of weird dream now, it's the only one he can remember. ]

[Table. Arms cut off? But that and down help focus him more. Down. He had gone down, too, where Kid took him, and...]

[The memory shakes through him. He had struggled in the elevator until Kid grabbed his throat, then had tried to anyway as he dragged him to the table and strapped him in to keep him there for what was done to him. He could see then, still, more than the constant weight of the eyes. Even as his breath catches and hitches on the on it, he drinks in the remembered details, what things he could see before Kid took his sight.]

Operation table. It's down—it must—first? Basement? It's down but there are eyes below us, different floors, different than the eyes above. A trap door at the bottom where they took us.

That's it, then. Where the door is.

[ As far as he's concerned, that's all there is to that.

-wait a minute. ]

They're asking us how? How should we know?

I don't know. I can't walk. I can't see without eyes.

[He has his own eyes still, there behind his sewn lids, but those aren't what he means. If there's no eyes in the basement, how can he navigate it?]

[ Sylar just makes an overdramatic sigh, because seriously. They're all pretty messed up here.

-and imprisoned. That, too. ]

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[log] Noisy Black Part Three - Mingle [closed]

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