tearmeanewone | un + action/voice

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“Booker? Booker?!”

Elizabeth could almost still smell the sulfur and fire, and feel the heat coming from Monument Island. It had felt, for a moment, like the world was being pressed and burned into her bones, swelling up against her ribcage and expelling itself in the form of a brilliant, blinding light that enveloped her, Booker, and Songbird. That was what she'd seen, she was almost certain of it.

But instead of her jailer and her strange fellow convict, Elizabeth was brought out of the sky and out of the clouds and light and into cool water. Not that she'd never ended up in water before, but it was very disorienting. She thrashed and doggy-paddled to the edge of the lake, realizing that if Booker had been anywhere nearby, he would have answered her.

The silence was lonely, and familiar. She didn't like it at all. Even the sounds of gunfire would have been welcome as opposed to the sound of her struggling to slosh out of the lake and onto the shore. Everything seemed to echo, even the drips coming off of the plain dress she had somehow ended up in. New place, new clothes, wings on her back... Elizabeth reached out awkwardly and touched them, drawing a hand back in dismay and shock when she realized she could feel her hand on her wing. Wings. She had wings now, when did that happen?

“It's okay, Elizabeth,” she said aloud, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to calm down and warm herself a little. “It's... probably not this wet in heaven.” She sniffled from the chill of being soaked head to foot, and took in her surroundings while trying not to wonder if she had in fact killed herself and Booker by opening that tear. It had led somewhere significant, somewhere foreign and different where madness was king. She had thought she'd seen a sea, but perhaps it was this lake. Perhaps she was in a different place where madness was king...

“Booker!” she called again, almost desperate. Biting back tears and a lump in her throat, she looked around the lake once more. She had lived alone for years. And in the first scrap of quiet she'd heard in a long time, she couldn't find comfort standing by herself.

Shivering, Elizabeth looked around for any movement and saw a patch of royal blue on the ground. Her dress, folded neatly with a thin book. Who did that...?

[Audio]

[The audio starts up, unexpectedly, but Elizabeth seems to know how this is supposed to work. It's like a Voxophone, right? Only it's somehow transmitted everywhere.]

Can anyone hear this? I don't know what day it is, or where I'm supposed to be. Booker? There's a, uh, lake here, and some trees. [She sighs, her voice wavering.] I'm freezing out here, and if you're running around sticking your head in trashcans I'm going to be really mad!

((Catch her walking through the forest or into the village! She has her journal open too, and will be 'Voxophoning' actively.))

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I'd say you have more to worry about than just being cold if your friend goes around sticking his head in trashcans.

...yeah, I suppose that's right. [After all, with people shooting at her and Booker, being cold in Columbia would be the last thing she'd be worrying about.] Though he only does it to help us out. Sometimes people throw away perfectly good bullets.

They throw away bullets? In trashcans?

[Girl, your world is weird.]

And money sometimes. [You ain't getting any argument here.]

Huh. Sounds like your world is full of people with more money than sense.

You have no idea. [She sounds very, very tired as she says that.] After I got out, everywhere I went there were three bathrooms: men's, women's, and colored/Irish. What kind of sense does that make? Why not just have two?

... that all depends on what colored/Irish is.

[He's thinking it's one word, and his mind is conjuring up... well, his world has a lot of odd things, so his imagination has plenty of places to go.]

People who aren't really pale, or come from Ireland. They're still men and women, and nobody's really been able to give me a good reason why they're treated differently. But it seems to be a lot of trouble over nothing.

...not much makes sense where I come from, long story short.

[Strange. In his world, there was definitely a certain amount of prejudice against beings from the Makai, but at least that was understandable in the sense that they WEREN'T human.

Unless this is a case like that.]

They wouldn't happen to be able to transform into dragons, would they?

...no, I'm 99% sure they can't turn into dragons.

[Always leave a 1% margin for error, after all. Who knew what some people were capable of in a world where she could rip holes in space?]

Hmm. People like to look for any excuse they can to make themselves feel like they're better than someone else.

[That much at least he knows from experience. He'd seen more than enough of that in the ranks of Demon Card.]

It felt that way, yeah... Is it like that in your world, then? Can people uh... turn into dragons?

Not usually. That's why it scares the people who can't.

...can you turn into a dragon?

Heh, let's just say my life would be a whole lot easier if I could.

I suppose a lot of things could be solved if people could just turn into dragons.

And a lot of other things could be made a lot worse. Thanks, but I think I'd rather leave things in general the way they are.

Oh no, I don't want to be able to suddenly turn into a dragon. I'm already dealing with wings. But getting from place to place would certainly be easier.

I hear there are a few teleporters around the village that can take you to different places here. Just as easy, and no risk of any unwanted side effects.

... that I know of.

'Teleporters'? Something like a telephone that moves people? [That makes absolutely no sense.]

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