Please be quiet, little device. It's far too cold out not to be sleeping.

Pilgrim's Bounty! I didn't think we would be celebrating it.

[This is excited Thereth. FOOD. .D.]

If we can't trust it, surely we can make our own feast. Aaron, if I could get some meat - we could do something, couldn't we? This is always been one of my favorite holidays...

The Day of the Dead...

[...] - maybe I was celebrated on this day.

'Tis strange. I thought I felt something, today. A familiar...presence. Someone...I thought I would never know again.

...

How long has it been since I've spoken to everyone?

When I was small, my greatmother would tell me stories late at night. As I grew, I learned them from her, and told them in turn to my sister.

[she pauses, thinking through theses times. simpler, happier days.]

None were quite so morbid and bloody as what I - what we - saw in our dreams this time.

The tower brings these things; is there a way to stop the tower from coming closer?

[another pause. in the background the ghoul whines a little.]

Ah - yes - I apologize for my....pet zombie.

[fffff.]

Do not be frightened of him if he approaches you. He means no harm.

[a little wry.]

Although, if you do see him carrying my little speaking device...see if you could discourage him from it. He seems to like it.

[and as she goes to turn off the communicator, under her breath;]

commala....commala...

I -

This is....my fault.


I'm --



-- sorry.

[ooc: in addition to emo moocow here, you can also has a zombeh! Meet Thereth's pet ghoul. 8D He'll be running around scaring people, but don't worry, he's nice~]

Rain....like blood. I remember...

Ghosts. I have faced them before...seen myself, and been cleansed of it. Of course, there are literal ghosts, and figurative --


What makes one person into a ghost? What makes others...










Garnath, is that you?

[the device turns on as large fingers comb over it experimentally, and the owner hums in a low voice when she notices that it’s been activated.]

I’ve never been very good with technology. If that is what this is….it’s hearing my voice.

[she seems intrigued by it; that’s what you get when you come from a fantasy world.]

Has this a purpose? Not everything in this existence does. And some things lose theirs come time and…circumstance. I know this well.

[her tone shifts, just slightly. A little louder, more aware. Ready.]

Of course, it would also be interesting to know where I have been taken, and for what purpose. I am not a fan of being caught unawares. A bad history with it, you see.

[TAP TAP on the screen. Hellooooo.]

Are you listening, little one?