Isley ⚜ Claymore (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
silverking) wrote2011-08-04 11:26 pm
silverking) wrote2011-08-04 11:26 pm
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✖ IC CONTACT #2
If you have managed to find your way here, then you must have exhausted all other methods of contact by now. My sincerest apologies, but I am a very busy man these days.
You have my attention now, so please speak your mind.
Of course, there are several ways to interpret the words we use day-to-day. I would advise you to choose yours carefully should you opt to leave a message.
You have my attention now, so please speak your mind.
Of course, there are several ways to interpret the words we use day-to-day. I would advise you to choose yours carefully should you opt to leave a message.
Voice
Answer carefully.
Voice
So. Sometimes I'm not. But usually I am.
And I'm unhappy without you.
Voice
[Would it be so if you knew of the things he had done since arriving in Anatole? You forgave one or two slips, but what of the continuous others that followed that you were unaware of? Could you also forgive those too? What if you saw the blank stares of the people he killed? If enough was left of the faces he had destroyed.]
I—
[A soft gurgle interrupts him. It is distant, and only gives Isley momentary pause.]
—I am going to make an effort to make things less difficult on you from now on. [At least for now.] I will put my trust in you. [No he won't.] Will these things suffice as a first step to amending the situation?
[Something else sounds off in the distance. Movement that doesn't match Isley's. He stops to consider it.]
[Then shrugs it off and dismisses it.]
Voice
Did you think I wasn't? Happy, I mean. I--
--is there something with you?
[Something, not someone. There was nothing really... human in that noise.]
Voice
[The offer. The noise. Both things. However...]
Were your happiness not a concern I would not have brought it to light, Priscilla.
Voice
I stopped talking to for a few days and it made me... restless and unhappy. So. I'm glad to be done with it.
[...]
...where are you, anyway?
Voice
[A crash of stones followed by more gurgling comes from behind. This time it is closer than the other noises were. Heavy breaths linger in the air. Not Isley's breathing. Close to the Forge you can't even hear him. He remains calm. His voice is still even. But something about whatever is following him is beginning to unsettle him. Perhaps the persistence?]
[Perhaps.]
Of all times, honestly...
[He rests his free hand on the hilt of his sword. Not that he suspects he'll need it. Not yet.]
It appears we might need to continue this conversation another time. I have a pest following me that I cannot shake.
Voice
[She goes quiet, listening to that... noise.]
--that's fine. Are you--
[And then she notices consciously, for the first time, the absence of his yoki in the city. Which means the ruins, or Dismas. Which means...]
Isley. Where are you?
Voice
I am not too far from home, you don't need to—
[How can one describe the sound a warped and lumbering creature makes as it skulks out of the shadows? Its guttural moans, the loud sniffing of the air that first turns its head upward, then toward you. The way its head jerks in your direction—his direction. The snap of the neck, the discernible shift in its form as it crouches. As it gets ready.]
—worry...
[He unsheathes his sword and the sound screams over the Forge's speakers.]
Of course. I should have annihilated—
[The connection cuts out there.]
Voice
Isley.
[She makes a sound somewhere between a scream of frustration and a shriek of fear just before the sound of her bed squeaking as she stands to follow him.]
[The Forge clatters to the ground before it turns off.]