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.))

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[He breathes a sigh of release and drops to the ground floor - he had been jumping on roofs and trees for the most part to cover more ground, and drops to the ground now. He's not aware he's anywhere near her, and the sound of him putting away his sword, thus cutting off most of the flames comes on over the journal as he replies, speaking up so it'll record despite being nowhere near his face-]

Yeah, everyone's kinda weaker here!

[She hears the sound of the sword and the voice, and while it sounds familiar she's not 100% certain yet. Sneaking around behind trees and casting wary glances around, she finally catches sight of someone with a sword.]

[The tiny photos next to the voice entries look... mostly like the person with the sword. So she feels somewhat comfortable stepping out from behind her tree, curious about one thing--]

Did you come out here to find me?

Huh-? [The sword is back in its scabbard by now, which means the blue fire is gone and he is in his (mostly) human-ish form. Yes, there's pointed ears (no one seems to notice), slightly elongated fangs (no one seems to notice), and a tail (big and stands out) but he's not in full demon more. And he looks over at her sheepishly for-]

Uh... Maybe? You that lady who got themselves hurt with the portal thing?

I'm not hurt, I'm fine. It was just a little blowback. [Elizabeth frowns more deeply, though her eyes are nearly glued to the tail this person seems to have.] I've never had a tear close on me like that...

...you have a tail. [Pointing out the obvious, but she doesn't really want to dwell on her inability to control tears right now.]

[Wow that was an abrupt subject change - and he was just getting into the whole tear thing. Blowback? Either way, if she can really do something to get them out of here... he plants his sword on the ground, putting a little weight on it with both arms before lifting his shoulders in a shrug, his tail wagging slightly behind him]

Yeah. It's 'cus I'm sort of a demon.

A demon?! [Elizabeth looks absolutely shocked by this. Even though the place she'd come from was so heavily steeped in religious fervor, Elizabeth herself had never really believed in it all as strongly as most people of Columbia. Science and fact were her friends. But that tail did look very real, and she reasoned that most people could speak with some authority concerning who and what they were.]

[Still, it's a little disconcerting for her to be meeting a demon...] Wow, I uh... thought a demon would be a bit... redder. [Like in the vigor films.]

Really? ...Nah, demons come in all kinds of colors. Like that Karaimon guy was green and a lot of the hobgoblins I've seen have been been sort of purplish, though they run all sorts of colors.

[He tries to keep this as casual as possible, though it's not that he misses her reaction. It's a well deserved, healthy reaction, honestly, even if it makes him sad. In Luceti, he doesn't expect it as much as he does home, but... Yeah] 'N my case, my... dad, I guess... was a demon. My mom was human.

[...this is all quite new. Green and purple demons are easily pictured, but it's still a little strange to see in her mind's eye.]

Oh, so you're not red because you're half human, sort of. [That sounds a little strange, and it would probably completely freak out the more devout of Columbia.] I thought most devils and demons had horns... [Elizabeth frowns and walks forward and around him, trying to catch sight of a horn in his hair maybe.]

A lot of 'em do, and pretty much all of 'em have tails. [Like his, which wags as his says this. But he taps the sword he's got planted on the ground with one finger] This sword's also got a lotta my power sealed up, too.

[Like a syphon, kind of? Maybe?] What sort of power? Does it cover up your horns, then?

Uh, all sorts of power. In the other form I'm stronger and faster and can make more of my flames. It's kinda overwhelming sometimes, actually.

[Elizabeth looks at him, a strange expression coming over her features.] When my ability isn't sealed, I can actually hold tears open and step through them. It's overwhelming sometimes, too.

[She gestures to the sword.] Is that something you got when you came here, then? Is this what they use to control you?

Huh-? [He looks confused for a moment as he lifts up Kurikara and examines the scabbard not compehending a moment before it hits him what she means - oh, duh] No, nothing like that! People are just weaker here, and there's no stopin' that. The seal's something from back home.

[Elizabeth's turn to look very confused.] Wait, do you voluntarily suppress your abilities, then? Doesn't that hurt?

I do, but uh... not really. [A little sheepishly] Actually, it's kinda the opposite. I've got a lot of power, and I've only gotten so good at working with it.

Oh... [Elizabeth looks awkwardly to the side. Maybe in the beginning she hadn't felt the siphon. But after her power had started skyrocketing, it had hurt. The siphon had hurt when it was forced so tightly around her neck. But maybe, for some people, it was better.]

I'm sorry, I just thought... I don't know what I thought, I'm sorry.

Nawh, it's fine. Everyone's probably got their own stuff going on when it comes to seals. [And he shakes his head-] Anyway, I should be getting you back to Luceti, right? Like, the village.

[That's why he came out here, after all. ~~Does she have the new feather dress on~~]

[~~Yes indeed she does! She's carrying her usual clothes and journal.~~]

I suppose I shouldn't stay out here... [And if there's no chance of her opening up a tear and going back, this is going to be her home for a while.] And I kind of want to change. I landed in a lake and I'm a little... [Damp, to be kind about it. Elizabeth has seen better days.]

[Which, he finally takes note of - it's a cotton sundress which is damp and while he got caught up in all the discussions and talk about his sword and flames, he's now confronted with an older woman in that outfit, coughs, flushed, and looks away. Teenager problems] Y-yeah. So I could like, lead you out, or if you're really gonna get a cold, I could carry you, I guess...

Carry me? All the way back to the village? [Elizabeth raises an eyebrow, skeptical. First off, she doesn't believe this demon-person can actually lift her for any long period of time. Secondly, how would him carrying her all the way back avoid her getting a cold?] I don't know, I don't think I'm light enough to be carried such a long distance...

[Yes, the idea of anyone being attracted to her, as a woman, has not crossed Elizabeth's mind at all. ~~ISOLATION PROBLEMS.~~]

Oh no, trust me, I can do it.

[It'd be awkward, but if it's coming to his strength, he's got no doubts at all. In fact, breaking through his awkward flush is a little confident smirk. Cooking and strength - those are two things he's got confidence in]

Well... if you're sure... [He looks pretty confident, but Elizabeth is still slightly dubious.] But how would you carrying me solve the cold problem?

We can get you somewhere warm faster, obviously.

[This is clearly a logical answer. But he waits to see if she agrees. He could use his flames - Shiemi said they were warm - but he so doesn't trust using them for that purpose]

[Elizabeth's dubious look does not falter.] Well, if you think you can carry me faster than I can walk... [The way she says that though, she doesn't sound entirely convinced.]

I bet you anything! [And with that, he gets his sword in hand and draws it. When it's drawn, he changes - blue fire springs to life around him, but it's particularly centered to form two "horns" made of fire on his head and on his tail. His fangs elongate, as do his ears and his fingers nails into slight claws. While he doesn't get bulkier or anything, he is stronger now, and the presence he has reflects that.

But he's still smirking like a teenage bow as he gets the scabbard secured on his belt and goes to hand her the katana itself]

Can you hold that?

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