[ 18 ] [ Video | Commentlog ]
[The video feed kicks in to show a view of the level 3 barracks corridor. Vie walks along, pausing to share both charred brickwork and burnt doors as she goes. It's not every door that's been marked, just a few here and there.]
Have any of you a clue as to just... what is going on here?
[She turns the video to herself, a flaming torch on the wall behind her idly flickering before flaring violently. It's over as quickly as it starts. Vie turns to face it, but finds nothing.]
I'm not sure what to make of any of this.
Have any of you a clue as to just... what is going on here?
[She turns the video to herself, a flaming torch on the wall behind her idly flickering before flaring violently. It's over as quickly as it starts. Vie turns to face it, but finds nothing.]
I'm not sure what to make of any of this.
[ 17 ] [ Audio | Commentlog ] backdated to the day of the uprising
[With her leg as it is, there's no way Vie would be able to move with a group and not slow things down. She'd still been determined to go, too stubborn to stay behind, and after a heated discussion with Hawke, Vie had agreed to stand down.
Thus she waited in their room, Carver at the door to stand guard under order of Hawke just in case she changed her mind and tried to follow anyway. And she does, to a degree. Unable to sit idle in the room, Vie takes to the hallways of the barracks. It turns out Carver isn't much of a guard dog, but while he does let her out of the room, he refuses to leave her side.
On the stairs between levels two and three, Vie takes out her journal.]
Hawke? Ah... check in, please.
[Capable as she knows he is, Vie is also well aware of his knack for attracting trouble.]
Thus she waited in their room, Carver at the door to stand guard under order of Hawke just in case she changed her mind and tried to follow anyway. And she does, to a degree. Unable to sit idle in the room, Vie takes to the hallways of the barracks. It turns out Carver isn't much of a guard dog, but while he does let her out of the room, he refuses to leave her side.
On the stairs between levels two and three, Vie takes out her journal.]
Hawke? Ah... check in, please.
[Capable as she knows he is, Vie is also well aware of his knack for attracting trouble.]
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[ 16 ] [ Text ]
[It's a rare written entry from Vie. She's not in such a good mood as of late. Her leg is injured, her healing slower than it has been in almost twenty years and she's feeling like something of a burden to her friends.]
It would seem we were gone for some time, just like before. A month at least, more perhaps since we ventured into the black.
Would anyone care to tell me what I've missed? Aside from the dog attack, that is.
To any new arrivals; hello, my name is Vie.
It would seem we were gone for some time, just like before. A month at least, more perhaps since we ventured into the black.
Would anyone care to tell me what I've missed? Aside from the dog attack, that is.
To any new arrivals; hello, my name is Vie.
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[ 15 ] [ Audio ]
[Sitting on the roof of the Barracks is Vie, legs hanging over the edge and looking rather relaxed to be there. Her eyes are on the sky, watching the now normal stars. Beside her is a bottle of liquor, opened and partially consumed. She's not drunk... yet, but she's on her way to being that bit more open than usual.
When the audio feed starts, it's catching her out mid song. The words are foreign, the song a tune from her homeworld. The journal translates to tell the tale of a Valei warrior who fought bravely, won his freedom and eventually challenged and defeated a corrupt god himself. Her voice is soft, but clear and the tune a little melancholy. She trails off, lost in thought and then, Vie speaks.]
A question, Keep. What do you miss the most about home?
[Vie can't shut her mind off tonight.]
When the audio feed starts, it's catching her out mid song. The words are foreign, the song a tune from her homeworld. The journal translates to tell the tale of a Valei warrior who fought bravely, won his freedom and eventually challenged and defeated a corrupt god himself. Her voice is soft, but clear and the tune a little melancholy. She trails off, lost in thought and then, Vie speaks.]
A question, Keep. What do you miss the most about home?
[Vie can't shut her mind off tonight.]
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[ 14 ] [ Video ]
[Vie doesn't have much to say right now, so she'll keep it short and sweet. The video kicks in to a somewhat emotional but still happy Vie. She looks like she's about to cry, but the smile on her face in genuine.
Chain wrapped around her hand and a mass of charms hanging from it's end, Vie holds a recently recovered necklace up to the camera. The charms vary from one to the next, never the same basis or design and seeming more a collection from all around the world rather than a set. There's a crystal, a claw, a carved wolf, a silver knot and what looks to be a crest or emblem, amongst other things. Those with writing are in Vie's native tongue and do not translate with the broadcast.]
Thank you.
[Staff, Deior, whoever is responsible for this choice of prize.]
Thank you so much. This means...
[So much. Vie trails off and after a pause, cuts the feed.]
Chain wrapped around her hand and a mass of charms hanging from it's end, Vie holds a recently recovered necklace up to the camera. The charms vary from one to the next, never the same basis or design and seeming more a collection from all around the world rather than a set. There's a crystal, a claw, a carved wolf, a silver knot and what looks to be a crest or emblem, amongst other things. Those with writing are in Vie's native tongue and do not translate with the broadcast.]
Thank you.
[Staff, Deior, whoever is responsible for this choice of prize.]
Thank you so much. This means...
[So much. Vie trails off and after a pause, cuts the feed.]
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[ 13 ] [ Audio ] FOURTH WALL DAY :D
This is a little odd. Where are all these people coming from?
[She sounds a little amused, if not curious.]
We've never had this many turn up at once before, have we?
[She sounds a little amused, if not curious.]
We've never had this many turn up at once before, have we?
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[ 12 ] [ Audio | Commentlog ]
[From the room of one Garrett Hawke bursts a brown haired woman, door flying open as she stumbles to get herself out of the room. Her balance is thrown off, the sudden addition of wings on her back just as much of a surprise as the state of her lover.
Waking up to a big, hairy, dog-like creature draped around her had been something of a surprise. From the room she's just left comes a muffled roar, the sound of a wookie. Back against the wall as much as her wings will allow, Vie opens her journal.]
Tell me I'm not the only one waking up differe--
[The sentence is cut short by another wookie call.]
Hawke, that had better be you.
[Vie's post ends there on account of the hairball is moving toward her.]
Waking up to a big, hairy, dog-like creature draped around her had been something of a surprise. From the room she's just left comes a muffled roar, the sound of a wookie. Back against the wall as much as her wings will allow, Vie opens her journal.]
Tell me I'm not the only one waking up differe--
[The sentence is cut short by another wookie call.]
Hawke, that had better be you.
[Vie's post ends there on account of the hairball is moving toward her.]
[ 011 ] [ Audio ]
[Since her memory returned after death, Vie's been searching the Keep and the outer wall for something of great importance. It's personal, and so not something she's been wanting to bring to the public eye, but desperation and a lack of other options has left Vie will little choice but to do so.]
Everyone, hello. I ah, I've a favour to ask.
[It feels weird to be talking about it, let alone to a crowd.]
Around two weeks ago I was killed, the one responsible, whether he intended my death or not, walks freely among us. At least until dusk.
[Vie is yet to decide if she'll attend or not. She's angry, but something else has the bulk of her attention.]
In my death I lost a few things. Clothes, namely. And a dagger I carried in my boot, but more importantly, I've lost a bracelet. It's brown, leather, and very important to me.
Should anyone find it, please, please return it. It means more than you'll ever know.
[A pause. Vie sighs.]
Thanks.
Everyone, hello. I ah, I've a favour to ask.
[It feels weird to be talking about it, let alone to a crowd.]
Around two weeks ago I was killed, the one responsible, whether he intended my death or not, walks freely among us. At least until dusk.
[Vie is yet to decide if she'll attend or not. She's angry, but something else has the bulk of her attention.]
In my death I lost a few things. Clothes, namely. And a dagger I carried in my boot, but more importantly, I've lost a bracelet. It's brown, leather, and very important to me.
Should anyone find it, please, please return it. It means more than you'll ever know.
[A pause. Vie sighs.]
Thanks.
[ 010 ] [ Video | Commentlog ] backdated to handcuff event!
[The funny thing about waking up in Holloway's Keep after death is that you don't remember anything; who you are, how to speak, what the world around you and everything in it is, nothing at all.
Call it chance that Vie, while inspecting the journal manages to activate the video feature. She gives the book, and anyone who happens to catch the broadcast a curious look before getting distracted by her own hands, feet and eventually, the room around her.
Journal discarded on the floor, Vie manages to make her way out into the hallway. At least she remembers how to walk by now, hm?]
((ooc: Handcuff event! Vie's getting cuffed to Garrus. Interaction otherwise is more than welcome. :3))
Call it chance that Vie, while inspecting the journal manages to activate the video feature. She gives the book, and anyone who happens to catch the broadcast a curious look before getting distracted by her own hands, feet and eventually, the room around her.
Journal discarded on the floor, Vie manages to make her way out into the hallway. At least she remembers how to walk by now, hm?]
((ooc: Handcuff event! Vie's getting cuffed to Garrus. Interaction otherwise is more than welcome. :3))
[ 009 ] [ Closed Commentlog | ATTN: Kevas ] Backdated to the 27th.
[The outer wall has become a place Vie frequently visits. It's quiet out there, a good place to get away from it all and think. To add to that, the nothingness beyond the walls edge strikes Vie as intriguing.
Much the same as any other night, Vie paces the wall.]
Much the same as any other night, Vie paces the wall.]
[ 008 ] [ Audio | Commentlog ]
[When Vie speaks, her voice is quiet, words more to herself than anyone else. In the background a man's voice, or rather that of a pumpkin, pleads with her to kill him.]
You look the part, but you are not him.
[It's been a long time since Vie's let herself cry, and be damned if she does so now. To the pumpkin she continues:]
In asking for death, you dishonor him. I'll not have his blood on my hands a second time.
[That's right Vie. You tell that pumpkin. :|b
She stands, breathes a sigh and this time, directly addresses those in the Keep.]
How is it that they know who matters? Perhaps this is a punishment. The past dragged forward to remind us of what we've lost or where we've failed.
[A beat. Vie starts her way away from the pumpkin, choosing to turn away from the carved face of her fallen master rather than give in to it's plea.]
Stay out of my head, Deior.
[The book snaps shut, thus putting an end to her entry.]
You look the part, but you are not him.
[It's been a long time since Vie's let herself cry, and be damned if she does so now. To the pumpkin she continues:]
In asking for death, you dishonor him. I'll not have his blood on my hands a second time.
[That's right Vie. You tell that pumpkin. :|b
She stands, breathes a sigh and this time, directly addresses those in the Keep.]
How is it that they know who matters? Perhaps this is a punishment. The past dragged forward to remind us of what we've lost or where we've failed.
[A beat. Vie starts her way away from the pumpkin, choosing to turn away from the carved face of her fallen master rather than give in to it's plea.]
Stay out of my head, Deior.
[The book snaps shut, thus putting an end to her entry.]
[ 007 ] [ Audio / Text ]
I was under the impression that these cells were our own. Forgive my lateness is stating as much, but there are clothes in my quarters that are certainly not mine.
[Or belonging to anyone else that she's had in there lately...]
Feminine attire, would be my guess. And not from my world, either. If anyone is missing clothes, let me know.
[She'd be tempted to keep some of them if they were actually her size. Sob.]
Unrelated to that, I've a question about the birds that swept through the Keep... What are they, exactly? The black ones. There are similar back at home, but none quite like this.
[Alright. She's done now. ...Or is she?]
Ah. One last thing.
[And she scribbles on the page.]
V >> Pirate V33 is wondering where the furrocious beast has gone...
[Or belonging to anyone else that she's had in there lately...]
Feminine attire, would be my guess. And not from my world, either. If anyone is missing clothes, let me know.
[She'd be tempted to keep some of them if they were actually her size. Sob.]
Unrelated to that, I've a question about the birds that swept through the Keep... What are they, exactly? The black ones. There are similar back at home, but none quite like this.
[Alright. She's done now. ...Or is she?]
Ah. One last thing.
[And she scribbles on the page.]
V >> Pirate V33 is wondering where the furrocious beast has gone...
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[ 006 ] [ Commenlog ]
[This. is. AWESOME.
Unable to wipe the smile off her face, Vie is outside and happily trudging through the snow. It's been a long time since she's seen snow, but hell if she doesn't love it. The cold is a shock to her system, but one easily overlooked given how happy she is.
Coming to a halt, Vie looks out over the Keep ground, the ice covered lake, opens her arms and flops in the snow. She won't be moving any time soon without good reason.]
Unable to wipe the smile off her face, Vie is outside and happily trudging through the snow. It's been a long time since she's seen snow, but hell if she doesn't love it. The cold is a shock to her system, but one easily overlooked given how happy she is.
Coming to a halt, Vie looks out over the Keep ground, the ice covered lake, opens her arms and flops in the snow. She won't be moving any time soon without good reason.]
[ 005 ] [ Audio // Commentlog ]
How is it that the dust storm cleared so quickly? I've never seen anything like it.
[Pause. Oh dear.]
Unless...
[Cue realization that the few hours in the tunnels was actually much longer than that.]
..Just how long were we gone?
[Hell with this, she's off to get herself a drink. Vie can be found in the Stable Tower bar area, sitting on the counter with her journal and a second book filled with notes and drawings of various things she's seen in the Keep. An open bottle of liquor sits on the bench beside her as she writes in the second book. The words written do not broadcast or translate. How odd...]
[Pause. Oh dear.]
Unless...
[Cue realization that the few hours in the tunnels was actually much longer than that.]
..Just how long were we gone?
[Hell with this, she's off to get herself a drink. Vie can be found in the Stable Tower bar area, sitting on the counter with her journal and a second book filled with notes and drawings of various things she's seen in the Keep. An open bottle of liquor sits on the bench beside her as she writes in the second book. The words written do not broadcast or translate. How odd...]
[ 004 ] [ Audio ]
[The first sound to grace the airwaves was a yawn, moments later followed by a voice.]
I wake to find a storm on the borders, on the approach, it would seem. It might be in our best interests to not wander outside too much. A sandstorm is worse, but a dust storm, assuming that's what this even is, can be near choking.
[She might have lived through a few of those in her lifetime.]
What I want to know is wher--
[The question lingers as to just where the dust is coming from, but as she was about to ask, Vie noticed something... wasn't quite right. She switched to her native tongue, words more alert than those before.]
What in hell is that!?
[End transmission.]
I wake to find a storm on the borders, on the approach, it would seem. It might be in our best interests to not wander outside too much. A sandstorm is worse, but a dust storm, assuming that's what this even is, can be near choking.
[She might have lived through a few of those in her lifetime.]
What I want to know is wher--
[The question lingers as to just where the dust is coming from, but as she was about to ask, Vie noticed something... wasn't quite right. She switched to her native tongue, words more alert than those before.]
What in hell is that!?
[End transmission.]
[ 003 ] [ Audio / Commentlog ] [ Kirovian --> Translated Text ]
[Sitting on a ledge part way up one of the towers is Vie, her Journal in one hand and a half consumed bottle of liquor in the other. Since the trial she's been keeping quiet, avoiding the crowd and deliberately making herself scarce. There was a lot on her mind, and the trial had proven to be the shock her relaxed had been waiting for. A reminder that this place was not safe, and that it's people were just as much a risk as the ones she knew from home.
Journal open, she skims the page before muttering in her native tongue.]
It would seem no matter where I go, nothing changes. The same corruption lingers.
My question to you, all of you, is a matter of species. What are you? Where do you come from? How alike is this world to your own?
[That's it. Vie falls silent. Anyone walking around outside might notice the girl sitting on the tower ledge, but try to get close and she'll climb away.]
Journal open, she skims the page before muttering in her native tongue.]
It would seem no matter where I go, nothing changes. The same corruption lingers.
My question to you, all of you, is a matter of species. What are you? Where do you come from? How alike is this world to your own?
[That's it. Vie falls silent. Anyone walking around outside might notice the girl sitting on the tower ledge, but try to get close and she'll climb away.]
[ 002 ] [ Commentlog ] [ ATTN: ANDERS ]
[At the base of the Stable Tower, Vie paced, eyes on the wall above her and attention fixed on the windows of the upper level. Try as she had, access to that particular level had proven impossible and curiosity was starting to get the best of her. A glance over her shoulder to check if anyone was watching and when none came into sight, Vie moved to the wall and started to climb. Her movement was graceful, the woman quickly and easily making her way up the wall with only tiny ledges and bumps in the stonework to get her to where she wanted to be. It didn't take long to reach a window of the otherwise closed off level.
Unbothered by the distance she was from the ground, Vie worked her way to the window and peered inside. A shame, for all her efforts the window would prove useless and far too dark to see inside properly. Muttering to herself, Vie started to the next window along, eager to see if it would be a better access than this first.
Much to her surprise, a pigeon happened to be nesting on the second window sill and when she swung around to get to the window, the startled pigeon flew straight for her face. Vie yelped, knowing the birds of her homeland to be either enemy or agent of and in her scramble to get away from the freaked out bird, she reached for an unstable part of the ledge. The stonework crumbled beneath her touch and the next thing she knew, Vie was falling.
Silent as she was, her fall was broken by nothing more than the roof edge of the next building over and cry of pain escaped her lips. Vie hit the ground in a heap, curling into a ball and clinging to a badly broken arm. Blood soaked through the side of her shirt, a deep slice in her side from the roof. She knew she would mend well enough with time, but right now all she wanted to do was curl up and die. Gritting her teeth, Vie forced herself to sit up.]
Unbothered by the distance she was from the ground, Vie worked her way to the window and peered inside. A shame, for all her efforts the window would prove useless and far too dark to see inside properly. Muttering to herself, Vie started to the next window along, eager to see if it would be a better access than this first.
Much to her surprise, a pigeon happened to be nesting on the second window sill and when she swung around to get to the window, the startled pigeon flew straight for her face. Vie yelped, knowing the birds of her homeland to be either enemy or agent of and in her scramble to get away from the freaked out bird, she reached for an unstable part of the ledge. The stonework crumbled beneath her touch and the next thing she knew, Vie was falling.
Silent as she was, her fall was broken by nothing more than the roof edge of the next building over and cry of pain escaped her lips. Vie hit the ground in a heap, curling into a ball and clinging to a badly broken arm. Blood soaked through the side of her shirt, a deep slice in her side from the roof. She knew she would mend well enough with time, but right now all she wanted to do was curl up and die. Gritting her teeth, Vie forced herself to sit up.]
[ 001 ] [ Audio ]
To those of you I haven't met, my name is Vie. Should this name register familiar to any of you, please, I would like to know.
[She falls silent. Vie can't help but feel a little silly.]
Once already I've encountered someone who knew me but I did not know him. And now I am left to wonder if my mind has been tampered with, or my memory, for that matter.
[This is a foolish venture. What can she hope to achieve from it? The names of more who know her but that she doesn't recall?]
My question, is if anyone else has had similar experiences, or if I'm on my own. However, if we come from different worlds, different lands, then who is to say that alternate realities do not exist? Fa'rein, I sound mad.
I am... wary of this place.
[And everyone in it.]
[She falls silent. Vie can't help but feel a little silly.]
Once already I've encountered someone who knew me but I did not know him. And now I am left to wonder if my mind has been tampered with, or my memory, for that matter.
[This is a foolish venture. What can she hope to achieve from it? The names of more who know her but that she doesn't recall?]
My question, is if anyone else has had similar experiences, or if I'm on my own. However, if we come from different worlds, different lands, then who is to say that alternate realities do not exist? Fa'rein, I sound mad.
I am... wary of this place.
[And everyone in it.]