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

(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.)

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[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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[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.

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[She hears a sound that is familiar. Intimately familiar. She's made that sound before. Often. That sound resonates inside of her constantly, echoing in her mind and soul.

One of her own is here somewhere.

She's moving fast as her namesake advertises, following the sound to its source. What she finds when she gets to the deck is a living human girl. And nothing else. No spirit.

Suspicious, she circles Lydia, giving her a wide berth. When she does finally speak, it's with that voice of hers, echoing, haunted, resonant.]

What are you?

[She doesn't realize the woman approaching at first, she doesn't really notice her at all until a chill runs up her spine. It makes her drop her hands from over her face instantly and she sees her circling her.

Lydia gets back on her feet despite her shaky legs. The woman is intimidating and there is something about her. Something powerful, frightening and, well, chilling.

It doesn't mean she's intimidated enough to answer her right away, however. At least she can think straight now that the scream is out.]

Who are you?

[She considers not answering. She asked first. But there were uses to introductions.]

I am Lady Sylvanas Windrunner, Queen of the Banshee, Ruler of the Forsaken. And if you are what you've made me think you are, then you owe me your allegiance.

Then you already know what I am.

[She's sufficiently intimidated not to add a why bother asking? after that. That and the fact that she's never met another Banshee before. Yes, she knows there are others because she can hear them, but she never actually met them face to face.

Lydia is used to being in charge of not only herself but most people around her, so demanding her allegiance isn't going to work out too well.]

Queen of the Banshee? I wasn't told we had a hierarchy. I actually never met another before and-- your name doesn't sound familiar.

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[Sylvanas can be very intimidating. At nearly six feet, the undead elf is currently the tallest humanoid female on the boat. Add the fact that she was an animated corpse with glowing red eyes and decked out in armor and armed to the teeth, the was plenty to be intimidated by.]

You've never met another banshee, and thus you think you know everything. Is that it?

[As a very much mortal seventeen year old standing at 5'3" (5'7" thanks to heels), Lydia should be more scared than she is. But what bothers her the most are Sylvana's eyes. They are red, like Peter's and the werewolf had been in her nightmares enough times to bring back bad memories.]

No, not about banshees, anyway. What can you tell me? [Because while this doesn't feel like a friendly conversation, she doesn't want to miss the opportunity of finally having answers.]

[The eyes aren't remotely the most frightening part about the creature facing Lydia. It's probably a kindness.]

You should be dead.

[The words are enough to send another chill up her spine. She doesn't know if Sylvanas means that she almost died when Peter bit her, or if banshees are normally dead. But she won't ask so directly.]

Should I? Are you?

[The fact that the girl couldn't just tell, by looking at Sylvanas that she was dead, didn't really do much in creating a first impression.]

All banshees are dead.

[Obviously not considering Lydia is very much alive and she is clearly a banshee. But she manages to hold the snark back this time. Mostly. There's the beginning of an eyeroll there.]

Not all. I nearly died once, but I'm alive and I'm a banshee.

Says the expert who's never known another banshee before.

[Sylvanas is beyond not impressed with this child. And it shows.]

I never claimed to be an expert.

[Lydia, despite being intimidated, isn't impressed either. She holds her head up.]

But it's obvious your claim isn't true, either. And you are supposedly the expert.

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