Lightning in a Bottle (RP)

- Ezme -

Albert moves up the edge of the mist-wall so you can get as far as you need, which is a good thing since you are almost out of rope when you arrive at Wankle. It does not look like Shireen, but still speaks with her voice... mostly.

You see the mistling sniff as you approach and its eyes track to your injured feet and finger before it gives itself a shake and returns its gaze to your face.

It gestures for you to come close and talk quietly. If you approach you think it looks, somehow, more solid than before.

"Don't go to the source." It says in a desperate whisper, looking around furtively as though worried to be overheard. "Source will eat you up... from inside."

At the word 'inside' you feel a almost-unbearable need to scratch your back and chest, but Wankle reaches out a hand, not quite touching you, and shakes its head vehemently. "Don't." It pleads.

What do you do?

- Ezme -

Wankle looks pleased as you come close, there is an inaudible thrumming in the air as though it is purring.

In answer to your questions: it first nods vigorously, then shakes its head sadly.

What do you do?

- Ezme -

"What is 'Shireen'?" Wankle asks, sounding confused by question.

What do you do?

- Ezme -

Wankle shrugs. "Voice I was given. To be your friend... You don't like?" It sounds worried that you don't like its voice. "Source say you should like."

What do you do?

- Ezme -

"'Stop'?" Wankle asks, confused by the idea. "Go home, be safe. Feed blood, be... safe? Must give blood."

At this last you feel an rising need to scratch, hard. But Wankle shakes its head again. "Gentle, Ezme?"

What do you do?

- Ezme -

"Reeaally?" Wankle asks, its eyes going big and kitten-like. "Yes, let's go home!"
It eagerly grabs your hand in its cold one, ready to follow you home, it also feels a little more solid than last time.

Wankle hesitates at your question. "Must feed." It says with a hint of 'duh' in its voice. "Why stop?"

Then the itch catches up with you and you can not resist. Scratching with you blunt wrist is not enough! It makes it worse! You have to dig deeper!

Your finger-nails come away dark with blood as you scratch so hard makes you bleed.

"Stop!" Wankle demands, sounding worried and grabbing for your scratching hand and then struggling with the temptation of the visible blood. It seems to holding its breath. "Shhh." It says and you feel attention focus on you from all around you in the mist. Wankle looks worried to be seen holding your hand.

- Ezme -

"Hello..." You hear from off in the opposite direction to your companions.

"Don't listen!" Wankle says, tugging at your hand. "Tricksies!" You are sure that is not a word you have used.

What do you do?

- Ezme -

Wankle shrugs. "What's 'spell'?" It scratches its head before grabbing your hand again in both of its own and tugging you onwards (towards your companions). "Source is not mist." It says, and that is about the most you can get from it.

What do you do?

- Ezme -

"Whaaa?" Wankle starts to ask, the sheer idea of either 'getting older' or 'being like the source' is amazing to it, then it fades from being, right in front of you, as you emerge from the mist.

"Is this what getting older feels like...?" is the plaintive and barely heard cry, it sounds sad, but not in pain.

What do you do?