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❆ | 038 | Voice + Spam
Jun. 22nd, 2014 08:45 pm[Static is immediate when the audio clicks on, and in between the static is silent. It's hard to hear Arya when she does speak, though - she's whispering.]
--llo? Is --ne in th--aves?
[She woke up alone, with a pack full of as many helpful things she could get her hands on. There's a lot of fruit, some bottles of water she was able to find, and absolutely no acorns or roots. She still remembers how to scavenge them, though: some things leave an imprint on you, no mater how short a time they lasted or how long ago they happened. She remembers traveling through a kingdom ravaged by war. She remembers staying out of sight.
It's been a long time since Arya was alone. Truly alone, anyway: the journey from the Inn at the Crossroads to Saltpans was the last time she had no one in the world to lean on, even if she wanted to. It makes her feel big and small, all at once.]
Nymeria --ot here--
[That was the first thing she noticed, once the pack was on her shoulders and her sword was secured at her waist. When she called for Nymeria, the direwolf didn't come. It worries her, a little - not for Nymeria's safety, but for her own. A direwolf is a good companion to have, even in close quarters, especially when you can't see. She's not a wolf, after all, and there are no stars, no moon to light the way here.
The static swallows the sound of rocks striking, of a torch being lit.] --'m alo-- going to look--
[She cuts herself off, this time, as the faint echoes of a wail - no, a scream - reach her.]
Who was --at?
[Spam, Day 4]
( hallucinations spam )
[Spam, all other days]
( open spam! )
--llo? Is --ne in th--aves?
[She woke up alone, with a pack full of as many helpful things she could get her hands on. There's a lot of fruit, some bottles of water she was able to find, and absolutely no acorns or roots. She still remembers how to scavenge them, though: some things leave an imprint on you, no mater how short a time they lasted or how long ago they happened. She remembers traveling through a kingdom ravaged by war. She remembers staying out of sight.
It's been a long time since Arya was alone. Truly alone, anyway: the journey from the Inn at the Crossroads to Saltpans was the last time she had no one in the world to lean on, even if she wanted to. It makes her feel big and small, all at once.]
Nymeria --ot here--
[That was the first thing she noticed, once the pack was on her shoulders and her sword was secured at her waist. When she called for Nymeria, the direwolf didn't come. It worries her, a little - not for Nymeria's safety, but for her own. A direwolf is a good companion to have, even in close quarters, especially when you can't see. She's not a wolf, after all, and there are no stars, no moon to light the way here.
The static swallows the sound of rocks striking, of a torch being lit.] --'m alo-- going to look--
[She cuts herself off, this time, as the faint echoes of a wail - no, a scream - reach her.]
Who was --at?
[Spam, Day 4]
( hallucinations spam )
[Spam, all other days]
( open spam! )
