foolishwren | RYSLIG IC Contact Post

Entry tags:

RYSLIG IC Contact Post

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, ROADKILL ROOSTER. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 007.14.007.17 * ROADKILL ROOSTER has joined 007.14.007.17 <ASSMUNCH45> wat up gurl!!!!!!!!!!! <BANNED USER> SCREENED MESSAGE. UNSCREEN? Y/N -- B& MOTHAFUCKA <CREATURECOMFORTS> Are YOU interested in not having to worry about basic needs? Have we got the job for YOU. Click to read more... <SHOVEL_GUY>** hey heather are you getting weird ads for going to live with rich people too??

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

_{[... Grrrr of COURSE all the others were taken...]}

--fine, but just so you know, there's not a drop of hot water left.

_{[So there. >8(]}

[Really.]

Mason, I just spent the last I can't even remember how many days acting like a goddamn animal in the woods, and I don't know whether or not I murdered a bunch of campers. A cold shower is the least of my fucking worries.

_{[... What? ... Oh. Oh yeah. Some people still have fog forms.]

[She doesn't answer this time, but there is the telltale sound of someone climbing out of the bathtub and dripping all over the floor.]

[Then the door opens.]

[In all her soggy glory, Heather only bothered wrapping a towel around her waist-- there's honestly not anything to see in the chest area that isn't covered in sodden feathers. But she doesn't look like someone who was enjoying any alone-time.]

[Her eyes are bloodshot, her visible skin is pale and gaunt, and there's patches of feathers on her face and arms that are missing, almost scratched bloody.]

[She's shaking.]

[But she still has enough composure to shoot Ed a surly look.]}

There. Happy?

Have your fucking shower.

[There's a lot of ways that Edward has changed in the past few months. He's grown horns and a beard, he's fallen in with criminals, he's eaten a human being and regularly loses his shit over someone looking at him the wrong way.]

[But he still just can't let someone so obviously hurting go by without at least trying to help.]

...woah. You alright?

_{[She's already pushing past him, her wings clamped tightly to her back.]}

I'm peachy.

_{[No, she looks like she's been doing heroin in there or something.]}

Get out of my way.

Mason.

[Ed reaches out and catches her arm--oh no, you're not getting out of it that easily.]

You are clearly not okay. Have you been pulling your own damn feathers out?

_{[He's right. Both on the statement and the question.]

[Unfortunately for him, Heather's already on her last nerve (she has very few to spare during the fog these days...) and to top it all off... yeah. Still kinda naked. When he catches her arm, she whips around, bloodshot eyes gleaming, and bares a mouthful of sharp teeth at him, hissing loud enough to actually echo off the bathroom's linoleum.]}

[Ed bares his teeth right back but manages to keep from actually snarling. His grip on Heather's arm tightens for a moment, but then he lets go and snorts, turning to go take his turn at the shower. He hasn't actually dropped the issue, but he's not interested in starting a fight.]

[Later, after Ed's washed himself and gotten a fresh change of unmaimed clothes on, he heads over to Heather's room and knocks a few times on the door.]

Mason. You wanna talk?

_{[Once he lets her go, she's GONE-- clicking down the hall with ruffled feathers and slicked-back ears.]

[In the bathroom, his suspicions will be confirmed by the clumps of black wet feathers clinging to the sides of the bathtub, which had been left full of lukewarm water. Could've been worse. At least there's no blood.]

[When he comes to her door later, she doesn't come to answer it.]

[Instead there's a bitter croak of:]}

No.

_{[But, well, it's not locked.]}

[Ed sighs, shaking his head even if she can't see him. Child, come on.]

[He pushes open the door far enough that he can peer inside, but no further. Nor does he step past the threshhold, instead crossing his arms and frowning with annoyance and concern.]

Yeah? Not even about why you feel like forcing a molt on yourself for no reason?

_{['CHILD' OMFG LIKE YOU'RE THAT MUCH OLDER THAN HER ED]

[The room is a mess like most of the ones in the 'Nest, with feathers and food wrappers littered about. The window is wide open and Heather's out on the fire escape, a tendril of smoke drifting from the cigarette in her claws. She tries not to do it much anymore... but even a little is a far cry from 'quit for good', which was what she'd thought she'd done a year ago.]}

'Reasons that my dumb blond peabrain doesn't know about' isn't the same thing as 'no reason', Elric.

Just fuck off and forget you saw anything, can't you?

Nope.

[Edward strolls in past the clutter and mess, his newfound tail flicking a few bits of trash this way and that as he passes through. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Ed leans his shoulder against the windowsill and flicks his gaze over Heather, getting a little better look at her now they aren't a breath away from a squabble.]

You oughtta know by now I'm a nosy asshole. So what's got you all upset? Something happen while I was out?

_{[At least she's wearing clothes now. But the patches of pulled-out feathers are still visible. She's left the ones on her wings alone, at least. But she's still a mess. Her ears go flat as she hears his footsteps approaching behind her.]

[Her reply is flat.]}

The fog happened.

You've just learned how fun that can be.

[Edward frowns, turning to cast a glare down the street. He can see a few rats fighting over a bit of food down there, and hear their angry little squeaks.]

I dunno if I'd call turning into a mindless animal 'fun'. Did someone else go nuts too, then?

[Guess who just assumed Heather never changed during the fog? This guy.]

_{[ED NEVER GOT TO SEE THE FALSE BLACKBIRD IN ALL HER GLORY.]

[Not that 'glory' is a word Heather would have associated with the creature she became during the fog, back when she actually did.]

[No... she hadn't really appreciated what she'd had until it was gone.]

[Her shoulders hunch further.]}

No.

I get sick during the fog.

And that leads to-- YES-- molting.

_{[The fact that she helped it along a little is irrelevant...]}

Happy?

Sick?

[Ed's ears lay back, and he frowns with concern. That...that really doesn't seem right.]

What the hell? I thought it's supposed to make all us freaks stronger, not fuck us over.

_{[It's really not Ed's fault he doesn't know-- and besides, Heather doesn't exactly know anybody else this has happened to. Still, that doesn't stop her reply from being snappish.]}

Well, I didn't always get sick during the fog!

[Ed can't quite help his brief growl in response to Heather's snappy reply, but he stifles it down to just an annoyed scowl. He's trying to help her, and getting into a shouting match won't be much help in doing that.]

It's the fucking first I've heard about any of this, gimme a break! So what happened, then? A curse or some bullshit?

I don't know.

_{[She says this gruffly, defensively, flicking a bit of ash from the end of her cigarette off into the night.]}

It's been this way ever since--

_{[She pauses, willing herself not to shudder as her gut clenches. Then brings the cigarette to her mouth and takes a slow drag from it, not finishing whatever thought she'd started.]}

[Rota.]

[It's not hard to connect the dots there, even only having witnessed the aftermath of that incident. It had left it's scars on everyone involved, and somehow Ed isn't surprised that it's the source of Heather's troubles. He pauses for a moment before letting out a long, slow hiss of breath, his frown turning sympathetic and his voice softer.]

I thought all that poison had gotten out of you by now.

_{[She's quiet for a moment, just breathing out the smoke in slow plumes from her nostrils.]}

... I don't think it's the poison.

[...well then. He shifts a little, settling into a slightly more comfortable position.]

What else could it be? Not that I'm saying that whole mess wasn't horrific, but just trauma alone shouldn't do...this.

Trauma alone can do a lot.

_{[She says this a bit shortly-- after all, hadn't literally everything wrong with Silent Hill been born of trauma? If not just her own, then layers upon layers of it building up over generations?]

[Heaving a sigh, she tosses the cigarette-- it's almost done, anyway.]}

I used to turn into something else. Something big and scary. I hated it.

But... that was all that kept me alive down there in the pit.

Being that thing.

... I haven't been able to do it ever since.

Never said it couldn't.

[Ed doesn't need to be told how much a bad situation can fuck someone up for life, not with what he's been through.]

[Edward listens quietly, tail flicking back and forth as he thinks, and he lets out a long, drawn-out sigh.]

Were you...no, of course you got fucked up like that, you were fucked up after you changed back. Maybe there's something else that fuels that...side of you? And it's still healing, or recovering or something.

[God that sounds stupid, but it's the best he's got.]

I guess.

Can't think of anything else.

_{[She rubs her gnarled talons backwards across her face, wiping away the feverish sweat from her forehead. Chills and hot flashes, like a fever-- that's what she gets when the fog comes in. Like withdrawal symptoms.]}

... Anyway, you got your shower.

What do you want now?

_{[UH, MAYBE TO CHECK ON YOU, HEATHER? RUDE!]}s

RYSLIG IC Contact Post

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)