05-22-2020, 02:30 PM
HERE'S A COMPLETE LIST, OF EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER BEEN AFRAID OF
Vigenere and Aurum both telling them not to apologize... that it wasn't their fault, they didn't know, their care did little to soothe, but it was appreciated. More than they could really express. They tried to muster up a brave face, to look at the both of them, even a little smile, but they were still shaken. Frightened by what all of this meant.
Radiation... there was that word again. It was... dangerous. Tanglewood was soaking in it, living so awfully close to the remnants of some evil event that happened years before any of it's members had been born. Was it alive? Was it proximity? Or was it an energy? Something that lingered and settled in the crater, in the little hills and valleys over the land, in the deeper parts of the swamp and woods, where the sun rarely reached. Something awful, a miasma emanating from a crater in the ground, the suffering of those at its epicentre, the mutated animals...
One who had stood at the edge of the crater spoke, green gas spilling from his mouth, telling them that radiation was a slow poison.
And with that...things... began to click and fit together. The noise wasn't leading them, there wasn't a mystery, they had no purpose here, this wasn't what they'd wanted, they didn't ask for this, this was no kindness, there was no great journey, that horrible noise... was a warning.
The collar was a warning.
Keter's ears fell back, as the realization hit, and they were glad, at this point, to already be laying down, to feel the earth beneath them, grounding and firm. Something solid. Stable.
The collar was a warning.
"A poison," They repeat, slowly. "And this... the noise. It was warning me, wasn't it?"
Keter looked from Vigenere, to Aurum, to the stranger. They didn't expect any of them to know, or have an answer, but. saying it felt more final than just... dwelling on the thought. A painful sort of epiphany. They didn't know what to do. They didn't know how they should proceed, or where to go from here. They were already part of Tanglewood. They had a home. Even with this realization... they still felt.... safe. All of these people had come to warn them, to help, even when they seemed to be very frightened of what the radiation here could do.
Perhaps... they could help warn others of this place. Where the radiation seemed to be the worst. They knew it lingered here, in the bottoms of hills and pits. In the darker parts of the swamp. All the places they'd heard their collar go off. They could assume, that perhaps... it was similar in areas that were lower than the ground normally was.
Where they had felt a unique sort of despair grip them, they were filled with.... somewhat of a purpose now. Determination.
"I know where the radiation seems to be concentrated. We have those signs on the trees for traps, right?" They pause to stand, much more steady on their feet this time. "Maybe we can make signs for those places too. For here."
Radiation... there was that word again. It was... dangerous. Tanglewood was soaking in it, living so awfully close to the remnants of some evil event that happened years before any of it's members had been born. Was it alive? Was it proximity? Or was it an energy? Something that lingered and settled in the crater, in the little hills and valleys over the land, in the deeper parts of the swamp and woods, where the sun rarely reached. Something awful, a miasma emanating from a crater in the ground, the suffering of those at its epicentre, the mutated animals...
One who had stood at the edge of the crater spoke, green gas spilling from his mouth, telling them that radiation was a slow poison.
And with that...things... began to click and fit together. The noise wasn't leading them, there wasn't a mystery, they had no purpose here, this wasn't what they'd wanted, they didn't ask for this, this was no kindness, there was no great journey, that horrible noise... was a warning.
The collar was a warning.
Keter's ears fell back, as the realization hit, and they were glad, at this point, to already be laying down, to feel the earth beneath them, grounding and firm. Something solid. Stable.
The collar was a warning.
"A poison," They repeat, slowly. "And this... the noise. It was warning me, wasn't it?"
Keter looked from Vigenere, to Aurum, to the stranger. They didn't expect any of them to know, or have an answer, but. saying it felt more final than just... dwelling on the thought. A painful sort of epiphany. They didn't know what to do. They didn't know how they should proceed, or where to go from here. They were already part of Tanglewood. They had a home. Even with this realization... they still felt.... safe. All of these people had come to warn them, to help, even when they seemed to be very frightened of what the radiation here could do.
Perhaps... they could help warn others of this place. Where the radiation seemed to be the worst. They knew it lingered here, in the bottoms of hills and pits. In the darker parts of the swamp. All the places they'd heard their collar go off. They could assume, that perhaps... it was similar in areas that were lower than the ground normally was.
Where they had felt a unique sort of despair grip them, they were filled with.... somewhat of a purpose now. Determination.
"I know where the radiation seems to be concentrated. We have those signs on the trees for traps, right?" They pause to stand, much more steady on their feet this time. "Maybe we can make signs for those places too. For here."
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