audio ✁ ❛ towards the door we never opened ❜

[misfortunes]

Good afternoon—City, isn't it? I suppose this is an offer for work; we're rather in need of doctors—a physician, a surgeon. . . a veterinarian. . .

Vincent. Instead of asking for things we don't need—

[ Though that would make one wonder about his definition of "need." ]

—why don't you try asking for a way out, instead? That way, we won't keep anyone waiting any longer.

Well—the master's overstrained himself, after all. . . [ but, returning to the audiofeed - ] It's a matter of some urgency, you see. It seems we won't be staying.

Comments

in person. obviously.

[dispossess]

[ He is very unhappy right about now-- between the stab wound (which is healing [albeit too slowly for his likes]) and the exhaustion from overuse of his new Chain, combined with the fact that he is here, although he doesn't quite know where here even is, aside from it being not where he wants to be--

The verdict is general unhappiness. Which is why he may be a bit...snappish with Vincent today. ]

Of course we won't. So we won't be bothering with doctors-- or veterinarians.

[ Really, Vincent? ]

nothing obvious about it!

[misfortunes]

[ Vincent—who's had his Gilbert-mangled fit, exchanged some words with a passerby for instructions on operating the little device in his hand, and considered his options—has... touched on a few conclusions. None of them seem to change the little tilt of his mouth as he settles himself on a nearby stone bench to keep an eye on Leo. Still, he sounds a little distant. ]

It looks as if we've lost some time already. Do you suppose they've waited?

shush, you.

[dispossess]

[ He will also be sitting, just...keeping some distance from Vincent. (Self-appointed) servant or not, Leo can't say he's all too fond of him. More the opposite, really. He'd be glaring, if he had the proper energy for a proper glare. ]

If they haven't, we'll find them again.

[ That's what his Chain is for. ]

text;

[sickbeat]

about three things im absolutely positive
first what the hell a vet
second might as well get the YOU MUST BE NEW shit out of the way
and third you are unconditionally and irrevocably unable to leave

voice!!

[misfortunes]

[ god, boy, can't you spell. and what is that font even. ]

You'll have to speak up, I'm afraid. . . the local writing tradition's a bit strange to me!

voice!!

[sickbeat]

[With a sigh-- voice.]

What, can't you read.

voice;

[dispossess]

[ Thankfully, he has some experience in reading...less-than-well-written pieces of work. But the text doesn't help much. ]

It's terribly easy to leave a city. You only keep walking. Or haven't you tried that yet?

voice;

[sickbeat]

You're right- that's a stroke of fucking genius right there. Why didn't I think of that? It's not like we're on an island or anything. Should've just parted the ocean like Moses.

1/laaaaaaaate to the party

[forhishonor]

[ DAT VOICE ]

2/were you expecting something serious

[forhishonor]

[ THOSE VOICES ]

3/sorry you'll be sorely disappointed then

[forhishonor]

--Vincent?

[ what the hell is his creepy older not!brother doing here? and, no less, in the company of elliot's personal servant. ]

4/but what else is new

[forhishonor]

Leo!

[ where the hell have you been, honestly?












and what the hell happened to your hair ]

5/I should probably do work now

[forhishonor]

When did the two of you get here?

[ better not have been hiding from him all this time!!!! he knows what the two of you are made of.....ish ]

6/yeeeeah, work time! also → video;

[forhishonor]

[ --oh yeah: ]

And what the hell do you guys need a doctor for?

→ video; also at work (i do what i want rrrr)

[dispossess]

[ ...it can't be.

But it is.

That's Elliot's voice, Elliot's face, and he didn't think it was possible.

He'd seen Elliot dead, he'd had Elliot's blood on him as he cried, wailed, over the body. He knows what happened. He knows, he's sure he knows. ]

...Elliot?

[ But maybe he was wrong, he was always wrong, he thought he knew what was right (those voices, everything he's seen, it's been right, he knows--) but maybe he didn't know.

He doesn't know what to say. But he takes a quick breath in, tries not to wince, tries to shuffle the device so it's not showing a trace of the blood on him.

Tries not to laugh, because it's not funny, it's not funny at all, but it is at the same time, he's gone mad or he's been mad already and this is what happens. Seeing ghosts like this.

Either he was wrong when Elliot died, or he's wrong now. He hopes, truly hopes, that it's the former.

Simultaneously relieved and terrified, he just stares for a few moments. ]

It's you, right?

1/2

[misfortunes]

Elliot.

[ —madness. Illusion, or a horror of the mind, or the Abyss—Vincent's no stranger to hallucination, as this has no choice but to be—

And yet.

In the end it's Leo who speaks first, answering the rote questions—Leo, mumbling to a puppet, a wonder, a thing who can't be real. He laughs again, faintly, and the sound rises. ]

Ah, Elliot . . .

text;

[wetworking]

You won't leave simply because you aim to.

voice;

[dispossess]

[ That doesn't make sense to him; more just frustrates him than anything else. ]

If I say I want to stay, will I then leave?

voice;

[misfortunes]

Another writer. . . ? And rather well-informed, at that!

[Video]

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Sorry, you don't really have a choice.

voice;

[dispossess]

[ Assuming that he's responding to Vincent's request: ]

Shouldn't a city this large at least have the choice between a doctor and a veterinarian?

[Video]

[misfortunes]

[ what a good, useful boy to break the news for him. and yet. ]

Spoken with such scant conviction. . .

1/spam?

[haring_to_go]

[ Liam's been having a rough day. A very, bad, horrible, rough day. First he's discovered that there was dust all over his apartment. And then? His job was terminated, somehow given away to some other fellow with only half Liam's talent, he's sure.

... but Liam is often so invisible it's hard to tell if they just forgot he worked there, or if something else was afoot. It wouldn't be the first time such indignities was his bread and supper. ]

[haring_to_go]

[ But then this post filtered across the network and Liam choked on his double espresso. ]

VINCENT? [ his voice squeaked ] Why are you here! [ AND WITH LEO ]

/done

[haring_to_go]

[ OH GOD ]

Your mouse. Don't tell me he was run over!

[ fdjsakl what to do, WHAT TO DO?! He can't exactly afford any vet bills right now. sob, where are you Gilbeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeert...!!!!! ]