jayce "yaoi hand proportions" talis (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hexrot) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
route666radio2025-02-10 01:22 pm
hexrot) wrote in route666radio2025-02-10 01:22 pm
(voice)
—This is Jayce Talis. [ that's not going to mean anything, to anyone. this man's voice is rasping, dragging, in between sounded exhausted, heavy and ill. ] I'm a scientist. I researched . . . The Arcane, with my . . . With my partner, Viktor— most of my life.
[ frequent pauses are a must. he almost feels out of breath if he doesn't, and that puffs through the radio, ragged and sluggish. ]
All of us— seem to have a symbol. A rune, on our bodies. If you've been to the Shrine, then I'm sure . . . You have something else, now. Maybe a message. Please, if you could show it to me. I'll be . . . [ another hushed pause, ] Outside the Common Room. There's a truck, with . . . Butterflies, [ the irony in his voice is dry. ] That's— Where I'll be.
If it helps get us anywhere, I . . . Need, to crack it, I . . . [ i promised, he mutters, before swiftly adding, through a strain that's tight in his throat: ] That's all.
it's what keeps him from giving into sleep. ]
[ frequent pauses are a must. he almost feels out of breath if he doesn't, and that puffs through the radio, ragged and sluggish. ]
All of us— seem to have a symbol. A rune, on our bodies. If you've been to the Shrine, then I'm sure . . . You have something else, now. Maybe a message. Please, if you could show it to me. I'll be . . . [ another hushed pause, ] Outside the Common Room. There's a truck, with . . . Butterflies, [ the irony in his voice is dry. ] That's— Where I'll be.
If it helps get us anywhere, I . . . Need, to crack it, I . . . [ i promised, he mutters, before swiftly adding, through a strain that's tight in his throat: ] That's all.
(action/flavor)
[ jayce is rebounding hard on his magic sepsis as his first symptom to becoming undead! so he is not visibly well for anyone who wants to come see him, but he is trying deathly hard with the symbols and trying to fight the clock with obsession. the iridescent pick up near one of the camp lights is a mess of papers in the front seats as much as the flatbed behind it, spread out and held in place with pebbles or stones, littered with those very symbols as well as formulas he's trying to link and complete like a map.
it's what keeps him from giving into sleep. ]
no subject
[It was an uncomfortable thing to say out loud, and it reflects on Apollo's face. The husks looked like they might've once been people, but you couldn't exactly determine a cause of death that way. The moon might've been a little wrecked, but it doesn't seem to have affected life on the surface of the planet all that badly. There were still plants, and the monsters probably counted as animals, twisted as they were.
The buildings and cars being intact was a pretty big mystery, too. It meant that whatever took out the previous residents didn't destroy anything else; only time seemed to have done its work in decaying it all. That narrowed the causes down, but Apollo didn't think he could safely guess at anything in particular yet.]
Well, if I find anything else, I'll let you know. I'd be thrilled if we stumbled across a newspaper at this point.
no subject
You should look for Viktor, or Serph, [ he has to pausse, to save his breath, ] if I'm not around.