keep on whispering in my ear

[lexiconning]

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!) ]

Comments

a.

[eyecontact]

[he stops short, seeing her appear. the smoke was strange enough, but...

Syllona?

his eyes get big and he stands still, arms around his guitar, wincing as he watches her sink down like that.

he knows very well just up and approaching isn't a great idea...nor is simply standing there.

so he lifts his foot some and sends it down in a distinct tap, loud enough to be heard from where he's at.]

B

[terrot]

[ the anxiety hangs palpably in the air. it seems as though these things are only more common since they arrived on the moon, and that shouldn't be any kind of surprise in the circumstances. but it certainly doesn't make it any easier for an empath to cross through them.

despite wanting to help as many as she can, there's really only so much she can do when the feeling is so ubiquitous. she has to be more discriminating, but when the voice she hears is that of the girl she shares a room with, she decides it's certainly worth sparing the time.

she stops just short of syllona, clasping her hands at the waist as she waits for her to approach. ]

Is everything alright?

shows up 15 minutes late sippin on starbucks; b

[dawningsun]

[Kirian, nether bless him, has been quite a busy man. But, even still, he can make time for Syllona. He spies her down the hallways, distracted by something, and he steps in front of her, peering down.

A small black cat pads behind him, bell on her collar jingling with each step. When he stops, the cat stops, sitting by his side and looking up at Syllona with bright amber eyes.]

Going somewhere, apprentice?

[Though, his voice is almost kind.]