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exsiliumlogs2013-10-13 05:44 pm
lexiconning) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-10-13 05:44 pm
keep on whispering in my ear
Date & Time: October 5th-13th
Location: VR room/hallways
Characters: Syllona, voices, and YOU
Summary: Syll's book can talk! It's a miracle! (except for the part where it's not)
Warnings: creepy book voices with Opinions
A: (5th-8th) VR room
[ Maybe you were waiting on this particular VR room to clear out for you're own needs, maybe you just happened to be passing by, either way that was most definitely an explosion and the girl rushing out of that smoking room is most definitely accompanied by multiple hissing laughs.
Syllona doesn't look in a laughing mood though, and the grip on the thick tome in her hands is vice-like. She groans, slumping down against the wall and grumbles into her chest.]
I hate you.
B: (9th-13th)Hallways
[ So here Syllona trudges along, book tuck away in her satchel, head hung low. Getting rid of this thing isn't working out, and it and everything else is wearing on her. She can't sleep either, but that isn't entirely connected.
Occasionally she speaks under her breath, agitated and nonplussed. Even quieter than her own voice are many others, all of them different; some are deep and harsh to the ear, others higher and almost whistles in the air. They chatter on, questioning and arguing until footsteps come into earshot. Then there's a final, hurried warning before the sound ends abruptly.
Shhhh! Sh! (Quiet!) ]
Location: VR room/hallways
Characters: Syllona, voices, and YOU
Summary: Syll's book can talk! It's a miracle! (except for the part where it's not)
Warnings: creepy book voices with Opinions
A: (5th-8th) VR room
[ Maybe you were waiting on this particular VR room to clear out for you're own needs, maybe you just happened to be passing by, either way that was most definitely an explosion and the girl rushing out of that smoking room is most definitely accompanied by multiple hissing laughs.
Syllona doesn't look in a laughing mood though, and the grip on the thick tome in her hands is vice-like. She groans, slumping down against the wall and grumbles into her chest.]
I hate you.
B: (9th-13th)Hallways
[ So here Syllona trudges along, book tuck away in her satchel, head hung low. Getting rid of this thing isn't working out, and it and everything else is wearing on her. She can't sleep either, but that isn't entirely connected.
Occasionally she speaks under her breath, agitated and nonplussed. Even quieter than her own voice are many others, all of them different; some are deep and harsh to the ear, others higher and almost whistles in the air. They chatter on, questioning and arguing until footsteps come into earshot. Then there's a final, hurried warning before the sound ends abruptly.
Shhhh! Sh! (Quiet!) ]