[MINGLE] PLOT: Siren's Call

[sixthiteration]

WHERE: Anywhere
WHEN: August 25-26
OPEN TO: ALL - MINGLE
WARNINGS: Mental manipulation, drowning, death
NOTES: Details here. This post is for EVERYONE, not just the affected. Please make sure and note if your thread is locked for plot purposes.

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It began slowly.

A wisp of song or familiar sound on the breeze swept in from the lake. No source to be found, only the uneasy feeling it had been heard before as it coiled itself steadily inside the minds of the chosen. The sound was a mantra, pulsing soft at first and then louder, growing over days until it seemed to fill the skull, relentless. Come here, the lake whispered, cajoled, shouted. It is cool and quiet beneath the waves.

Come here, it presses now in time with the melody until there is nothing but to blindly follow. The water is calling.

Comments

John Druitt | OTA

[borneinblood]

Given that Druitt has something lurking at the back of his mind on a regular basis as things stand, he only dimly notices when the first wisps of something else start seeping in. And even when that wisp strengthens into a genuine song - soft and quiet; an old song from back when he'd been more himself, before he'd picked up the wayward passenger that sits inside his skin and is never entirely quiet - he thinks nothing of it. It's odd for him to be suddenly remembering a song from when he'd been younger, yes. But it's just a song, and not even he's immune to being a little nostalgic.

He puts it out of his mind, even as it starts to become more and more insistent; while he means to go somewhere else his feet have other plans in mind as they turn towards the water, the only things in Druitt's mind the echoing song, and under that the lingering rage that he always bears with him.

It isn't until the water hits his knees that he realizes where he's gone, and it suddenly occurs to him that he doesn't care. That water feels right, somehow. That he wants nothing more than to keep walking, even if it means the water might carry him away.

He walks on, step by step, quite entirely heedless of the way the water rises around him, drawn ever onwards and only dimly aware that maybe he should stop at some point.