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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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[ 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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