[002. The Wail of the Banshee -- Part 1?]

[lydiascreams]

(OOC: Banshee scream below! It takes place on the Deck. Feel free to have your characters react to hearing it and let me know if you have any questions.)

[Action Spam -- Open]

[Lydia has been working on this little by little every day since she got to the Barge. She's been hearing all of the deaths and taking notes on her phone of names, murderer and murdered as a way to keep track of who could hurt them as well as how they chose to hurt them. Some of them showed up several times and she knows she needs to warn Stiles and Scott of those, at least.

She knows she's reaching breaking point. After each flashback, it becomes harder to hold back the scream. And that's why she chooses to go up on the Deck today. Because she figures at least she will be the furthest away from the rooms if she can't hold back anymore.

Except she doesn't expect the deck to hit her as hard as it does.

Once she gets there, she feels like she's being slammed with memories. There are so many of them all over the place, she feels like her head is going to explode. There's someone being strangled. Skeletal animals torn someone else apart. Another man's soul is splintered apart. A boy about her age has his throat slit open by a girl. One dies after a fight with the same man who strangled the first and the man whose soul got splintered kills another with a back stab.

It's too much, she can barely make sense of it all. Her hands are covering her ears and it's loud. So loud.

Before she can help it, Lydia screams. It's a loud, agonizing scream that makes her entire body shake and it feels like it's going on forever. She's never screamed for so long before, with the pain of so many.

Once it's over, her knees give under her and she kneels on the floor, hands trembling as she rubs them over her face, trying to catch her breath.]

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[Delayed filters below]


[Stiles & Scott]
I'm so sorry, Scott. I'm okay. I just couldn't hold back.


[Wynter]
I want to start training. As soon as you're available.

Comments

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Arya tilts her head slightly, taking in the step and the stop. She mimics it. Behind her, Nymeria's interest is waning.]

You can ask the Admiral. A lot of people have pets.

[The wolf wanders off across the deck, and the girl watches her from the corner of her eye.]

I'm Arya.

[lydiascreams]

[While she has no intentions of actually bringing Prada over, it's good to know. Just in case this place becomes too much. He might be a good distraction not only for her, but for the boys, too.]

I'll keep that in mind. Maybe once I settle down some more.

Nice meeting you, Arya.

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[She says nothing at first, looking up at the redhead instead. She doesn't look much like Sansa, but the color of her hair is right. Arya remembers, distantly, the way Sansa used to make fun of her stitching, and call her ugly, and stupid, and horsefaced. She hated her sister then.

She tries to imagine her marrying the Imp, and can't.

Finally, Arya nods, starting off after Nymeria.]

You too.

[She'll remember the girl who screams, though.]