Voice

[outer_npcs]

She wakes. [There's wonder in the woman's voice. It doesn't last, transmuting swiftly to fear.] Oh - she's crying out. Too many wounds. Can't you hear?

Comments

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

Ma'am? Are you all right?

[Not the question he really wants to ask, but the first one that needs to be asked.]

[Audio]

[outer_npcs]

Not relevant.

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[All right, trying again with the question he wants to ask, then.]

Is she all right? Is there anything we can do to help her?

[Audio]

[outer_npcs]

What is can't be undone. Shouldn't.

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

Even if it cannot or should not be undone, there may be ways to ease the experience for her.

[He's moderately sure she's not talking about a real person. But he can't for the life of him guess what she is talking about. The ship, perhaps...?]

[Audio]

[outer_npcs]

Maybe. Maybe? No.

The good doctor wouldn't wish to part with that much anaesthetic.

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

Perhaps. Where is she? Or would you prefer we stay away?

[Audio]

[outer_npcs]

Stay out of the wounds.

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[Lyall represses a sigh. Even Alexia isn't quite this trying to try and converse with.]

It will be easier to stay out of them if I know where they are, ma'am.

[Audio]

[outer_npcs]

[Fine, Lyall, have a rapid-fire string of numbers and figures that will...mean pretty much nothing to a Victorian werewolf who isn't versed in the finer points of theoretical physics, especially when spoken verbally rather than displayed graphically.

She's trying to help; it's just that no here one knows how to communicate with her.]

[Audio]

[professorwolf]

[Yeah, he's lost there. He does make an effort to jot all that down; perhaps he can find someone else it makes sense to. Or perhaps it's just jibberish... perhaps Nem would know.]

Thank you, ma'am. I will try my best to keep from interfering in any harmful fashion.

[Text]

[frostedoverland]

Who is she?

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Can't hear you. Speak up.

[Text]

[frostedoverland]

You can't see or hear me even if I did use my voice.

[Maybe she couldn't see his text? Great. Now what was he suppose to do? He spoke lightly.]

I can't help at all, can I?

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

[Got it in one, Jack.]

It's not the time for helping yet. Stay out of the wounds.

[Voice]

[frostedoverland]

Y-You can hear me?!

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

It's not the deaf leading the blind. [It's not said unkindly - she seems to find some humour in the situation.]

[Voice]

[frostedoverland]

B-But you don't understand! Verdana doesn't even know what Jack Frost is, how can you hear me if you can't even believe in me?

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Salvation believes in you.

[Voice]

[frostedoverland]

...what?

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

That's why you're here. Salvation.

[voice]

[eternal_protector]

[The older voice reminds her of the man she's supposed to be protecting. She can't hold back on replying for once.]

Hear what?

Are... you okay?

[voice]

[outer_npcs]

Pain. Old and vast as all the stars.

[voice]

[eternal_protector]

[In a mutter.]

Gee, that's helpful.

[Louder.]

Are you sure you're okay? Do you need any help?

[voice]

[outer_npcs]

I'm not the one in danger. Just the voice.

[voice]

[eternal_protector]

Who's voice is it then?

[voice]

[outer_npcs]

Salvation.

[voice]

[eternal_protector]

Salvation is in danger?

What do you mean, the ship?

[voice]

[outer_npcs]

Such a narrow view.

[voice]

[eternal_protector]

Such an ambiguous message! You want me to think further? Just say what you mean.

[video + freaking out]

[fotlenke]

Are you Norn? [ Because you sound like a Norn. ]

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Your world is very small. A loom is no fit frame for fate.

[Voice]

[fotlenke]

You have not answered my question.

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Your ears are full of leaves.

[Voice]

[fotlenke]

I have no leaves in my ears. I have checked.

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Lies. Too enamored of them. Can't see straight.

[And the sad part - this is more sense than she frequently makes.]

[Voice]

[fotlenke]

I have no heart for a lie, Strange Lady. They are not at all appealing.

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

You defend them unto death. That suggests a fondness.

[Voice]

[fotlenke]

Of what do you speak? That I lie, aye. That I take fondness in a lie, nej. Neither is the matter joyful in a living lie.

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Trees grow deep roots. Take care they don't bear bitter fruit.

[Voice]

[fotlenke]

And whose fruit would I bear?

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Spoilers.

[Voice] oh you did not just do that Q

[fotlenke]

What?

[ She hopes that the "fruit" of which the oracle speaks is by situation, not subject. ]

[Voice]

[outer_npcs]

Your truth's a tangle. Messy. Treat it better.

[Voice]

[fotlenke]

Very wise advise ...for something I have yet to know.