poly_chromatic | 003 :: Audio Logs

DELACROIX to VOID: 29-02-???? re: Worms

I 'ave seen zhese things before... I thought zhe girl was delirious when I picked her up several days ago. When she attacked me, I was not inclined to kill her, but somezhing crawled out of her when I put her to zhe ground. Some kind of worm. Zhose filthy worms. How long had eet been inside of her before it died...

DELACROIX to VOID: 29-02-???? re: Rain

Zhe rain has fed their withered bodies, zhat is clear enough. No blessing comes without price, not a lesson I had forgotten. The shelter I 'ave taken on zhe outskirts of camp is infested with zhese... worms. I would torch it eef not for zhe rain.

DELACROIX to VOID: 29-02-???? re: Singing

How many months ago would I have doubted zhat worms sang of glory? I do not know what zhe slugs 'ave in mind, but I 'ave heard their murmuring and zhey will not have mine. So small, and yet with zhe right host... Dieu. Diego, Korenchkin...

[She pauses, noticing something before the sound of her pistol firing rings out very clearly and she mutters,]

Vas te faire encule. Where ees one of zhose OSA spooks when I need a pyrokinetic...

[[ooc; Watch as Marie steadily descends into sleepless paranoia...]]

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Zhey were already lost, snatches of free will left, zhat zhey used to the best of their ability.

[They would beg her to run. Or to kill them.]

Many took zheir own lives, rather zhan succumb. Zhe military men were easy to take, zhe power-mad among us as well.

[Korenchkin. That fuck.]

But I value zhe work of my own hands, and I do not give up easily.

And if they succumbed? What made singing baritone in the worm-choir bad enough that they'd rather die?

You became part of zhe biomass. Do I really need to outline zhe merits of individuality to you?

Versus death? I think it's an option plenty of people would take.

[But he's not solely here to discuss autonomy.]

You think the slugs are something similar.

I do not know 'ow similar zhey are, but I do not like them.

[Personal preference is not generally how she expresses herself, but the annelids and their insane computer mother have scarred her. The girl calls her paranoid and Marie denies it, but perhaps the denial is the mark of true irrationality.]

Well I can -ah- join you in that.

[The stutter sounds painful. It also coincides with a dull thud.]

They're making it bloody hard to enjoy the- the rain.

[It is second nature to her to murmur,]

Keep on your toes, doctor.

[a huff of a laugh.]

Not too quick on them right now.

Zhat will not do. With such creatures around one can rely only on themselves.

[All others should be assumed to be compromised. Even the dead. She remembers the letter that Cortez had sent to her.

I've chosen the maintenance tunnel underneath the garden as an internment site. I'm telling everyone to be careful... I don't trust the dead.]

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