fifth . voice, backdated to afternoon of the 29th, first day of worst fears
[ action; night of the 28th ]
[ It's late, nearly too dark to see, and there's a bloody thirteen-year-old girl stumbling onto the streets from the park. She started out running, but it quickly became apparent that a human can't take a knife to the abdomen as well as a troll can; after just a few minutes Nepeta wound up dizzy and disheartened, clutching at the wound in her side. She needs to make it to Equius, or to her human family, anyone who'd be willing to help -- being exposed like this makes her nervous, and not only because of the assassin after her.
She can tell herself that humans are nice, humans don't cull the weak, humans help strangers out, but it's not as though this event is doing much to reinforce that. ]
[ phone ]
[ Nepeta got home late last night, bandages on her waist and her arm. She did her best to sneak into her room without being noticed, but family members, that's up to you -- in any event, the girl spends most of the following morning locked in her room, making phone calls. None of them hold her usual cheeriness. ]
This is stupid! I don't like it here anymore, everyone's just dying anyway and being a human isn't any fun, I can't even hunt right. Why are they making us do this, I thought humans were nice and thought killing was really really mean!
[ The 'worst fear' deal has started getting to her, all right; Nepeta's becoming increasingly convinced that her troll bros are getting picked off. Add in one legitimately droned moirail/most important person, and she sounds close to tears. Or murder. A little of both.
There's half a second's pause while she realizes Equius isn't around to scold her. ]
Damn it!
[ It's late, nearly too dark to see, and there's a bloody thirteen-year-old girl stumbling onto the streets from the park. She started out running, but it quickly became apparent that a human can't take a knife to the abdomen as well as a troll can; after just a few minutes Nepeta wound up dizzy and disheartened, clutching at the wound in her side. She needs to make it to Equius, or to her human family, anyone who'd be willing to help -- being exposed like this makes her nervous, and not only because of the assassin after her.
She can tell herself that humans are nice, humans don't cull the weak, humans help strangers out, but it's not as though this event is doing much to reinforce that. ]
[ phone ]
[ Nepeta got home late last night, bandages on her waist and her arm. She did her best to sneak into her room without being noticed, but family members, that's up to you -- in any event, the girl spends most of the following morning locked in her room, making phone calls. None of them hold her usual cheeriness. ]
This is stupid! I don't like it here anymore, everyone's just dying anyway and being a human isn't any fun, I can't even hunt right. Why are they making us do this, I thought humans were nice and thought killing was really really mean!
[ The 'worst fear' deal has started getting to her, all right; Nepeta's becoming increasingly convinced that her troll bros are getting picked off. Add in one legitimately droned moirail/most important person, and she sounds close to tears. Or murder. A little of both.
There's half a second's pause while she realizes Equius isn't around to scold her. ]
Damn it!