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redshiftrp2020-01-01 06:40 pm
redshiftnpc) wrote in redshiftrp2020-01-01 06:40 pm
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[ The communicator bobs, turns, points at the floor. There’s muttering from a voice some of Anchor’s residents will recognize. When the camera rights itself, it’s a close-up of Creepy Joe’s face, the eye that was formerly sealed shut now open and writhing with tiny flower-like tentacles. His other is steady, crazed blue.
His mouth is still twisted, his lips still curving upward on the ruined side of his face, not quite hiding teeth too long and sharp for a human mouth. There’s movement behind and between his teeth, though it’s hard to see what it is until he opens his mouth--more tentacles, tiny flailing things growing from the insides of his cheeks, the roof of his mouth, his tongue. They make him lisp hoarsely as he talks.]
Don’t go down. Don’t do it. You’ll open the way to worse things, worse things, worse.
[ He glances behind him, and in spite of the close angle, some at Anchor might also recognize where he is. In his little hole in the wall, where he was recording the actions of Anchor’s new residents. ]
Trust me. I came back, didn’t I? I came back to help.
His mouth is still twisted, his lips still curving upward on the ruined side of his face, not quite hiding teeth too long and sharp for a human mouth. There’s movement behind and between his teeth, though it’s hard to see what it is until he opens his mouth--more tentacles, tiny flailing things growing from the insides of his cheeks, the roof of his mouth, his tongue. They make him lisp hoarsely as he talks.]
Don’t go down. Don’t do it. You’ll open the way to worse things, worse things, worse.
[ He glances behind him, and in spite of the close angle, some at Anchor might also recognize where he is. In his little hole in the wall, where he was recording the actions of Anchor’s new residents. ]
Trust me. I came back, didn’t I? I came back to help.
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[ He shudders, closing his good eye. ] There's so much bad in the dark.
[ Joe touches his face. ]
Yes. Face. Arm. Chest sometimes.
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[ arya isn't sure if joe is being evasive on purpose, or if he really has trouble naming the terrible things down there. either way, arya wants to know. she's not dropping it. ]
Do you have anything to make it stop?
[ arya is concerned with her own survival first and foremost, but she's also the girl who gave water to dying traitors and help criminals escape from being burned alive. she doesn't want people to suffer if they don't have to. ]
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[ He rubs his forehead. ] The eyes--the eyes.
[ He's getting desperate, trying to make people understand. ] I'm trying to remember. I am.
[ Joe reaches over to tug the earlobe on the ruined side of his face. ] Have things to stop it from growing. Nothing to stop the pain.
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[ arya says, quietly. she's not good at being soothing, but her tone is non-judgemental, at the very least. ]
You've remembered something -- the eyes. I'll remember whatever you tell me.
[ arya frowns for a moment. she only knows about one type of painkiller: ]
Do you know if one can harvest milk of the poppy here? I can try to bring you some.
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[ A brief, frustrated noise. ] Not me. Yes me. But other things, other places. Always watching. They didn't know I knew. I don't know how I knew.
[ He gives her a quizzical look. ]
Milk of the... poppy?
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[ arya isn't sure how she feels about that. she'd like to find these eyes, and watch them right back -- either using her own eyes or her wolf's eyes, if necessary. ]
Yes. It makes you sleepy and not hurt anymore, but too much can kill, so you have to be careful when you take it. It's what we use for people who are suffering a great deal, where I come from.
[ arya is talking about opium, but she doesn't know the earth-word for it! ]
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[ He remembers that, barely.
If he knew what she was talking about he would be on board. ]
There's... morphine. Doesn't do much for me.
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[ arya frowns. she doesn't like to think of the tentacles as hungry. what if they eat her? ]
I don't know what morphine is, so I don't know if milk of the poppy helps. [ arya shrugs. ] I would like to do something though. In my world we do not have many ways to help people with their suffering. Just the poppy, and then the gift of the Many-Faced God, for those who seek it.
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Many-Faced God?
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I was in his service, before I came here. His gift is death.
[ she's talking about a mercy killing, the other kind of westerosi pain reliever. ]
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I will try to find milk of the poppy, or something similar, if I can. Do you need anything else?
[ arya wants to do a kindness, but she also knows that she can get a lot out of making someone owe her, and in a strange place like this, you can't turn down any potential allies, even if the allyship is forced. ]
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