Characters: Kunsel and Marie Delacroix
Location Q4, building 86
Date: Day 27, evening
Summary: Kunsel finally meets someone face to face - and he does it by barging into a lady's room.
Warnings: All the awkwardness!

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[ she's secluded herself in a room away from bellamy to make this post, because of course she has. they're all in here with her, anyway. they can't hurt him if they're with her. for the first time in awhile, she chooses the audio option. her hands are too shaky to type. more emotion in her voice than she usually shows, she says: ]

What are they doing to us? [ clarke takes in a ragged breath and sniffles a little. ] They brought— they brought people back. They're here.

[ men, women, children. radiation burns all over. ]

I think they're going to hurt him. It's all my fault. Because I— [ a pause. she can't say it. ] I'm scared they're gonna kill him. They're gonna kill Bellamy.

[ and then they're going to kill her. of course they are. an eye for an eye. clarke's far more deserving of it, though. she takes a breath and pulls herself together as much as possible. ]

I don't know how to stop it. Tell me what to do. Anyone. Please, give me a plan.

[These memories have always haunted him. What happened to his fellow templars. To himself. He's woken up from so many nightmares of them. But this? This feels different. More vivid. More real. The space is small and he can feel the smallness of it inside the visions. The violence. The lives slaughtered.

He's caged in a spell. How he can use his device he isn't sure but he does. He has to warn people about the abominations, about the mages who got possessed. He has to stay strong enough to get this out]

They will try to break all of you like they have me but we must be stronger. For those who have been broken. For those who died. We must be the ones forced to endure. They are abominations, mages who have been taken over by demons. They must be killed on sight.

[That's it. He has no energy for anything beyond that. The abominations will spread, they'll break out of this building and they'll hurt others. It's his job now to try to protect, even in these conditions.

That's what he's sworn to, isn't it? To protect.]

[ he has no intention of dying here again, lost in the cold, every inch of him freezing in submission to this perpetual winter. klaus has not lived for over a thousand years to be bested by whatever has taken him from his home, from his daughter, and stranded him in this nightmare.

he will not relent nor fold, out of the necessity to slaughter his captives, out of necessity to keep himself whole; to keep the one other person he cares about here whole.

if that means he will go mad staying inside this night, caught in a storm the likes of which he hasn't seen in centuries, then so be it. the hallucinations are off-putting, but certainly manageable, and during the day he has the wherewithal to understand that. he experienced over fifty-two years of hallucinations and torture once, courtesy of the fledgling hunters he massacred, and so he will persevere through whatever this place has to deal until he can leave this room, intact.

so he can leave, find cami, and be done with this.

that is until he sees the walls morphing into the mangled wooden crib of his daughter's, constantly at the corner of his eye. the movement of her settled and trapped in it beckons him, but the walls are moving and swallowing her up whenever he turns his head. until he sees the blood dripping from the boards and wallpaper where it eats her up. visions of his treacherous family come next, telling him of their hatred, their disgust and disappointment and abandonment of him; family who should be dead and gone, and others that should have left him long ago. until he hears the screams of his baby girl, the plaintive, frightened cries echoing through the small, desolate home in which he is cooped up.

that beam of light, the increased paranoia, the starvation and dehydration and cold, making him human and helpless -- these are all inconveniences he can weather.

this, however.

he has punched, pried, and torn up a good portion of the walls and bookcase after the first several hours, trapped as he is during the night. he has thrown furniture and attempted to break the windows. if he meant to try to find the disembodied source, leave, or simply to quell and distract himself with the violence and agony, it's hard to tell. his hands are bloodied, knuckles sheared, staining the screen of his tablet as he broadcasts the video.

his face is smeared with red that is nearly black in the shadows. he is on his hands and knees. the ceiling, his tense, shaking shoulders and bowed head fill the screen. his eyes burn with tears and rage, directed off to the side. if he were in any right mind, klaus wouldn't broadcast this at all.

his voice is angry and promising, though strained and thick with tears, and his chest heaves. ]

I will find you, and I will kill you. [ he's lowered his head by the last, weighted down as if too heavy to keep up. the fear and uncertainty entering in his eyes is unmistakeable, for he has little power to protect himself or anyone. ] I swear I will kill all of you.

This is Doctor Marie Delacroix. Several days ago I was struck with a song, a yearning call which I resisted because I recognized that sickening singing. I recognized its sickening promises. Once it was worms, they crawled through every cavity of my ship and they sang to us all, corrupting many. Some of you are corrupted now, but it is not too late. You still have a chance to summon up your will and defy this scourge.

They hid behind a human figure this time, but it is the same. The gaze burning into your innermost is the same. You must defend yourselves from the monstrosities hounding your thoughts and your steps.

I too can feel it at the trailing edge of my mind.

You are not alone.
Keep yourselves together.
Help each other, where you can.
Save yourself, where you cannot.
Panic will not save you.
Resist.

[ There's a hitch in what was otherwise a serene recitation, she hesitates before she murmurs, ]

Be brave, and be careful.


[[ ooc; Fun gaming history tidbit, System Shock was one of the progenitors of the now common audio log format......... Also, paranoia & PTSD are extremely strong in Marie, she is convinced she knows exactly what is going on, that doesn't mean she does.

Her aggression will escalate throughout any responses she gives. ]]