005 - Fifth Bell [Action/Video]

[siryms_echo]

[Anodrac's video feed starts abruptly; the book is thrown against a tree, opening just enough to catch the winged woman crumpling to her knees, hands clamped over her large ears. Underneath the disheveled locks of hair hanging over her face is an expression of unbearable pain, tears streaming from the corners of her clenched-shut eyes.]

It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

[Her voice seems even softer than usual, so much so that the journal barely picks it up. To Anodrac, however, her own voice is unbearably loud; everything seems so much louder than before, even the barely-audible rustling of the wind through the trees. Her ears are picking up every sound around her now, overloading her senses to the point of painful disorientation.]

Make it stop. Make it stop...

[Her pleading eventually stops, and she makes her way over to the journal. Reaching out pitifully, she closes it, cutting off the feed.]

[Quite some time later, she has finally made herself out of the woods, and is one of the roads on her way home -- more specifically, she's just managed to pass house 55. At times she's walking, albeit slowly and unsteadily; other times, she's collapsed onto her knees again, trying to keep her head from exploding with pain.]

((OOC: As a side effect of the Mallynapping, Anodrac's got hyper-sensitive hearing, even for her own species. So, for those that would encounter her on her agonizing trek home, it might not be too noticeable at first...))

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[anodracthedark.livejournal.com]

[Just as Lina finishes talking, Anodrac gives the camera a glance, her expression reminiscent of a wounded animal's before shutting it. She holds it as though holding something dangerous, looking pained to even have it in close proximity; she can hear still hear muffled noises from various video and voice feeds, all coming to her ears at once in a cacophony of painful sounds.]

[By the time Lina gets to her, she's got her knees curled up to her chest, her hands pressed to her ears, and her eyes clenched shut once more as she rocks, faintly, back and forth. The journal lays, closed, the roots of a tree a yard or two away from her.]

[Action]

[lina-revolution.livejournal.com]

Wha...hey! Don't hang up on me, damn it! Where...

[But the feed cuts out. With a long, drawn out, suffering sigh, Lina grabs her cloak from the hall closet and races out into the village.

her heart gives a leap when she spies the woman curled up on the ground.] Anodrac! Hey! [She hurries over, skidding to a stop in the last stretch before kneeling down next to her.] What's up?!

[Action]

[anodracthedark.livejournal.com]

[There's a faint wince as Lina speaks, before she looks up, pained as ever.]

Everything's... so loud. My head... hurts.