[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

Stiles | Lydia | Scott

[voluntaryapnea]

What did I miss?

[Banshee Spam]

[forsaken_queen]

[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?

[mistconduct]

[down in his room on level eight, Chris swears loudly to himself, holding a pillow over his head and cringing into a ball as his two dogs begin to bay and howl]

shut up shut up shut the fuck up!

spam

[semifreakingnormal]

[He hears it. It makes him flinch, floors away, but he still runs toward her, because he's never known anyone else to make a sound like that. And she's never done it without good reason. His heart thuds dully from adrenaline though not exertion as he pounds up the steps to the deck, skidding to stop a couple yards away. His whole head swims as the scream fades, and he looks around, kicking himself for not checking with her sooner.]

Lydia?

[He approaches, slowly now instead of the bat-out-of-hell run it was a moment ago.]

What is it?

[fearcutsdeeperthanswords]

[Arya spends a lot of her time in the CES. She can practice her water dancing there while Nymeria runs and hunts. The wolf is much bigger than the last time they were here, full grown and fiercer. It should probably worry Arya, but since they first reunited here, she has been the one in charge.

They're just coming out of the CES when Lydia screams.

Arya claps her hands over her ears, and the direwolf lifts her head and howls a pained song, pained and frustrated. She keeps howling a moment longer than Lydia screams, but when it ends and silence falls, Arya stares at the redhead.]

What'd you do that for?

[Her head is no longer quite bald: she hasn't bothered to keep it shaved, and short, britsley hairs have crown across her skull. She paints a strange picture, dressed in a dull brown dress of wool, standing besides a giant wolf she is barely taller than.]

[givessweetness]

[Wynter heard the scream, but for the moment is chalking it up to another symptom of what's happening. Therefore he makes no mention of it when he responds to Lydia's message.]

Of course. I'll meet you at the gym.

[Not here]

[darknessb4me]

[Sylvanas. It has to be, doesn't it?

Arthas decides he doesn't care. Let her scream. He's done being concerned for her.]

[outofclothes]

[Stark comes up to the deck for a smoke fairly regularly. He's content to smoke in his room, of course, but his warden insists on him not becoming a complete and total hermit. It's an okay compromise.]

[Of course, he's immediately regretting it at the scream. Stark can feel that ripple through the aether more than just your average girl having a screaming fit to let her frustration out. He tells himself to not get involved, to just have his cigarette and let that be that. It's none of his business. But goddammit, there's a young girl looking like hell and no doubt it was her. Stark curses under his breath and tucks the cigarette back into its pack and the pack back into his duster's pocket.]

[Stark crouches beside her, but doesn't touch her. Even he's smart enough to know never to touch a wounded animal. And besides, with as scarred up as he is, God only knows if she thought he was looking to fuck with her or make whatever the hell is going on worse.]

You okay?