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soul_campaign2012-03-08 02:23 pm
knightime) wrote in soul_campaign2012-03-08 02:23 pm
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003 ☼ Audio ☼ Jan. 31st
[Dave was always extremely susceptible to outside influence. It's only normal to find the Black Blood affecting Dave more then one would think it would.
The voice on the audio feed is shaky and scared. It's nothing like the usual, confident Strider.]
They're both gone. Again. Harley and Egbert. I can't...I can't bring them back. The sacrifice he was willing to make...I can't do it here. But if I don't do it, we're fucked. Can't win the session without our heir or witch. Shit. This was my job, and I've fucked it up big time like usual.
[It doesn't make much sense if you didn't know what he's talking about. He lets out a shaky laugh. Was this what losing your mind felt like? He's not sure why he's trying. Maybe he thinks talking to people will help. That's ludicrous. How can they ever think to help him?]
Too many deaths. I can take it back, I swear. It's okay. If I die again, it's fine. The original me is still around. A Doomed me, not the Alpha me. Alpha me will just fix it. No. Don't need anymore dying Daves. Dying Daves mean a doomed time loop. I need to make stable ones. Or those timelines...
Shit.
I can't do this. I was never a hero. Egbert was a hero. Bro was a hero too. But I'm not one. I'm just pretending. Thinking I'll actually be able to do jack shit and make a difference. What type of hero is afraid of dying? Damn i-[The feed ends abruptly. Dave had thrown his communicator across the room he was in.]
The voice on the audio feed is shaky and scared. It's nothing like the usual, confident Strider.]
They're both gone. Again. Harley and Egbert. I can't...I can't bring them back. The sacrifice he was willing to make...I can't do it here. But if I don't do it, we're fucked. Can't win the session without our heir or witch. Shit. This was my job, and I've fucked it up big time like usual.
[It doesn't make much sense if you didn't know what he's talking about. He lets out a shaky laugh. Was this what losing your mind felt like? He's not sure why he's trying. Maybe he thinks talking to people will help. That's ludicrous. How can they ever think to help him?]
Too many deaths. I can take it back, I swear. It's okay. If I die again, it's fine. The original me is still around. A Doomed me, not the Alpha me. Alpha me will just fix it. No. Don't need anymore dying Daves. Dying Daves mean a doomed time loop. I need to make stable ones. Or those timelines...
Shit.
I can't do this. I was never a hero. Egbert was a hero. Bro was a hero too. But I'm not one. I'm just pretending. Thinking I'll actually be able to do jack shit and make a difference. What type of hero is afraid of dying? Damn i-[The feed ends abruptly. Dave had thrown his communicator across the room he was in.]