[ All at once, Max's mind goes somewhere so far off-base as she determines: Someone must be doing this to him, hurting him—like Vecna.
But as she tries so hard to study him, focusing as he breaks off and takes an action much like her own, physically gagging himself to keep from talking, she can see, he isn't in a trance. He's talking to her, alert, but she doesn't know what kind of magic monsters have here that could do this. Why didn't she read more of the stupid guide? Why only stop at waldgeist? Someone is hurting her friend, and she doesn't know- she can't figure out what to do.
She doesn't even have her Walkman to fall back on.
Overcome with frustration, Max has only one thought. It wasn't the violin that compelled her here, it was her own hooves, so she makes the choice for herself to keep using them, stumbling across the floor to closes the distance between them—quite literally, stumbling. Her legs seem ready to give out, and she bites her lower lip to keep focused on just walking, something that used to be so, so simple. ]
Basil— [ Through gritted teeth. ] You- c-can talk to me. You can- tell me. I'm not—
[ There's the literal stumble, as her left leg suddenly folds like an accordion, depositing her in a heap on the floor in front of him. Max winces and hisses, as more sludgy blood pours from her wounds—but it's not just blood. No, it seems actually blood is the minority of what's coming out of her. It's moss, brilliantly red in ways moss shouldn't be, spilling out of her in its place.
Max feels like she's going to cry. All she's doing is stressing him out more. Her body won't listen to her. She can't help anyone like this. Something dark and heavy in her sys she should just give up. Lay here and do nothing, until her dead body gets with the program and decays.
The rest of her screams so loud it drowns that out. Pushes onto stiff yet trembling elbows. ]
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cw: suicidal ideation
Date: 2023-04-22 04:21 am (UTC)But as she tries so hard to study him, focusing as he breaks off and takes an action much like her own, physically gagging himself to keep from talking, she can see, he isn't in a trance. He's talking to her, alert, but she doesn't know what kind of magic monsters have here that could do this. Why didn't she read more of the stupid guide? Why only stop at waldgeist? Someone is hurting her friend, and she doesn't know- she can't figure out what to do.
She doesn't even have her Walkman to fall back on.
Overcome with frustration, Max has only one thought. It wasn't the violin that compelled her here, it was her own hooves, so she makes the choice for herself to keep using them, stumbling across the floor to closes the distance between them—quite literally, stumbling. Her legs seem ready to give out, and she bites her lower lip to keep focused on just walking, something that used to be so, so simple. ]
Basil— [ Through gritted teeth. ] You- c-can talk to me. You can- tell me. I'm not—
[ There's the literal stumble, as her left leg suddenly folds like an accordion, depositing her in a heap on the floor in front of him. Max winces and hisses, as more sludgy blood pours from her wounds—but it's not just blood. No, it seems actually blood is the minority of what's coming out of her. It's moss, brilliantly red in ways moss shouldn't be, spilling out of her in its place.
Max feels like she's going to cry. All she's doing is stressing him out more. Her body won't listen to her. She can't help anyone like this. Something dark and heavy in her sys she should just give up. Lay here and do nothing, until her dead body gets with the program and decays.
The rest of her screams so loud it drowns that out. Pushes onto stiff yet trembling elbows. ]
...nn-not...leaving you...alone.