and-im-goneee

[and-im-goneee]

Wasabi stammers as his camera is taken away, trying to say something but the words just won’t come out. He flinches rather heavily as he sees Loveware, calming down as they go out of sight (or at least farther away, not entirely sure where they are at the moment).

As he’s sat down, he stares at where Loveware was.

“I…uhm…”

It seems he has to force his words out, a considerable amount quieter than when he first stepped foot into here. His face is also a rather blank, nervousness being the only obvious thing coating it.

“…Harken encounter. Got hit twice. C-can I have my camera back…? It’s…very important to me.”

Oh hey, would you look at that, another person has managed to stumble into here. And this time it’s just another civilian.

They appeared relatively confused and panicked, a pretty obvious bruise on their upper arm clearly caused by a heavy hit by something (or someone). They’re also carrying a camera.

“…I better not be lost…”

— @and-im-goneee [sorry I didn’t rlly know how to do the intro and make it sound good </3 -mod]

Carey turned to face him, when they saw his state they inmediatly jumped into action, giving the camera to Loveware as to not have it bothering them during their work

"Goodness gracious! Are you ok? Oh dear, come here"

The concern was inmediate, she carefully examined the bruise as she dragged wasabi to a medical bed and sat them down. She took the camera from him and also handed it to Loveware who was following along

"There there, it's ok, you're safe now...! Don't panic. Tell me everything, or all you can remember"

[and-im-goneee]

Then where the hell is Sammy?! If he has a revolver, he must be on clubbering duty, aka protecting you. Which he wasn't with the encounter eith that Girl thing. Whats the deal with that?

Wasabi goes silent for a good moment, stopping his walking to presumably stare at the words on his camera’s screen. “I…I wish I knew.” He goes quiet again, speaking up after a few seconds. “Sammy…he…I l-lost track of where he was after an encounter with Killdroid. He told me…he told me to run off. To get to safety. A-and I did. I t-trust him and his capabilities…he’s a tough man, o-older and bundles more confident th-than I am.” He faintly sniffles, voice getting shakier. Seems he’s getting emotional. “I don’t know w-where he went after that, or if he’s even alive. I-I just…” It’s clear that he’s crying now. “…I wanna see him again…” Reluctantly, he continues walking on. Then, the camera is turned off, or at least the recording ends.

[and-im-goneee]

Hello, I'm Dr. Hansard.

Ibuprofen for you.

- @dr-hansards-ibuprofen-dispensary

“I- you can’t give me ibuprofen from a camera lens…t-thanks for the consideration…?”

[and-im-goneee]

So why aren't you carrying a gun?

He is still walking around. He sounds perplexed. “…b-…because I don’t-” Wasabi stammers, unsure as to how to respond. “…I don’t…know how to use one properly? Plus, I- I’m not licensed to own one. I think- I- my friend- gh- can’t speak- uh-…” He flips the camera around, appearing a bit nervous as he goes on. An older friend of mine, Sammy was his name, owned one, I-I think. A uh…revolver…? He wouldn’t really show it off, and I’m…really not sure as where he is now, though. I…hope he’s okay, s-since…” He pauses, choking on his words. “…nevermind. I shouldn’t dwell on it. He’s probably fine.” “…I hope.”

[and-im-goneee]

Bro, do you even know how a use a weapon?

Wasabi seems to be walking around at the moment. He buffers at the question. “This is…very random. Uhm…” He continues walking as he pauses for a moment, responding after a few seconds. “…yes? I mean, I don’t have anything at my disposal though, and I’m not all that good with my fists.”

[and-im-goneee]

《Little bird flying high, only to be shot down from the skies.》

《Flew across the mountains, into a unfamiliar and cursed forest.》

《The air too heavy, The ground too soft.》

《The light too dark, and the noise TOO LOUD.》

《Oh little bird, a missfortuned little life. Your wings now broken, unable to fly》

《Please Miss Reaper, Come to its Aid.》

《Help this bird fly, alongside those who lived beatifully, just only to Die of Death.》

》SUBJECT_CLASSIFICATION: Divinum Verum

》SUBJECT_NAME: Harken

- < INTERACTION_GUIDELINES > -

1. Use of Sexual, Offensive, Or/And Use of any material that could be classified as "Not Safe for Work" is strictly Prohibited. (Shipping is fine.)

2. Use if any inadequate language, Such as Slurs, Are forbidden of being used while in work hours.

If any of these Guidelines are broken. You will be Terminated from the Company. (Blocked)

《 The person responsible for these documents is @jestervsm, They may be referred to as "Mod" 》

Actions and Thoughts are described like this. And will ALWAYS be in third person. RIGHT JESTER?

You already did THIS JOKE, JERRY.

Harken has a lowpitched and weak voice, she usually whispers due to her own super hearing. Pronouns are She/Her.

-> ``Her speech is shown like this.``

-> Speech differences/tonations and smaller actions are described like this.

<Anon List>

《Affiliated blogs》

《#Death by Sound》

- (Answering Asks)

《#Divine Whispers》

- (Text Posts/Events/Ask Bait)

《#Flickering Light》

- (Interaction End)

- < Credits > -

- Profile by @sapphiel (used with perms)

- Dividers by @/chocoperrito n' @/kodaswrld

- And the Die of Death Devs for the character! Thank yall!!

[and-im-goneee]

Wasabi’s breath hitched. She fell.

She actually fell.

He got up as fast as he could, making sure that he didn’t drop his camera in the process. He ran off at the best pace he could that wouldn’t pull a muscle, pressing the record button as he tried to get as far away as his body would let him.

You didn’t need to be a genius to know that Wasabi was running. The camera was constantly moving, and you could barely make out the fact that the camera was pointed at himself. Footage seemed to lag a bit as he spoke, though his words weren’t able to be comprehended. He sounded panicked though, and that’s really all the context one needed for this recording.

A thud is heard nearby, multiple of them, rock hitting against ground, like someone is slamming a pebble onto it. But the sound is inconsistent, but it comes in parts of two, like footsteps, its coming in his direction, the sound getting louder even if not by much as it draws near.

-Death by Noise. (@blogless-and-anonymous)

Pretty much immediately, Wasabi is put into panic mode. He points the camera to wherever the noise came from, backing off at a mild pace.

The camera does not capture anything but the nature around him, along with something similar to the likes of an abandoned church. The hold is unsteadier than usual.

“…who in the world…”

[and-im-goneee]

Wasabi flinched as Harken hit the wall. He didn’t even know that she went in for a hit, which slowed her down and pressured a wave of anxiety through him.

As she went in to land yet another punch, he attempted to get out of the way in time, but to his dismay he was still hit pretty damn hard, his upper arm taking the blow. The added force also sent him toppling over onto the ground for what was now a second time.

He begged that her speed would betray her, that she would fall off and that he could be given the opportunity to run away.

Fall off, for god’s sake, PLEASE FALL OFF.

A thud is heard nearby, multiple of them, rock hitting against ground, like someone is slamming a pebble onto it. But the sound is inconsistent, but it comes in parts of two, like footsteps, its coming in his direction, the sound getting louder even if not by much as it draws near.

-Death by Noise. (@blogless-and-anonymous)

Pretty much immediately, Wasabi is put into panic mode. He points the camera to wherever the noise came from, backing off at a mild pace.

The camera does not capture anything but the nature around him, along with something similar to the likes of an abandoned church. The hold is unsteadier than usual.

“…who in the world…”

[and-im-goneee]

Wasabi flinched heavily as the spear hit the wall, moving his hands to hold his camera instead. Holding himself didn’t help the pain; what he really needed was ibuprofen or something.

Eventually he managed to get to that drop-off point, trying to keep considerable distance with a dash. Of course, the end-lag sucked, but at least he was more ahead now.

Slowing down both purposefully and from fatigue, he turned around, already up the ledge as he stepped to the side, hoping that she’d miss him and continue running. He powered on his camera, but he didn’t record. He’d say something to log after this, hopefully.

A thud is heard nearby, multiple of them, rock hitting against ground, like someone is slamming a pebble onto it. But the sound is inconsistent, but it comes in parts of two, like footsteps, its coming in his direction, the sound getting louder even if not by much as it draws near.

-Death by Noise. (@blogless-and-anonymous)

Pretty much immediately, Wasabi is put into panic mode. He points the camera to wherever the noise came from, backing off at a mild pace.

The camera does not capture anything but the nature around him, along with something similar to the likes of an abandoned church. The hold is unsteadier than usual.

“…who in the world…”

[and-im-goneee]

Wasabi just continued to run, heart pounding with every step.

Though his thoughts were very much clouded, he was reminded of a certain location that could assist him.

That drop-off area.

With a new objective in mind, he abandoned the original plan of running out of sight to cloak, instead opting to try and bait her off and give him some time to run.

Taking a sudden turn, he prepared himself mentally to bait Harken. He just hoped he had enough stamina for this.

A thud is heard nearby, multiple of them, rock hitting against ground, like someone is slamming a pebble onto it. But the sound is inconsistent, but it comes in parts of two, like footsteps, its coming in his direction, the sound getting louder even if not by much as it draws near.

-Death by Noise. (@blogless-and-anonymous)

Pretty much immediately, Wasabi is put into panic mode. He points the camera to wherever the noise came from, backing off at a mild pace.

The camera does not capture anything but the nature around him, along with something similar to the likes of an abandoned church. The hold is unsteadier than usual.

“…who in the world…”

[and-im-goneee]

“…well, I don’t know, so…go- go find someone else, I-” He flipped the camera around, showing his face. His expression can only be described as purely dumbfounded and confused out of his mind. “I-I cannot help, ask another person like you.”

"Partydroid is gay,convince me not."

"NO IM NOT-"

-Dreamware and Partydroid

@partydroid-birthdays

“…wh- oh my god, they can track my damn camera- this thing is a piece of junk and doesn’t even have a flash, what are you gonna even…” Wasabi quietly complains to himself for a good five seconds or so, not even clocking the question until he looked again. “I-…if I had a nickel…a-anyways, uhm…why are you asking me of all people…? Go ask…I dunno, another killer, and not me? B-because I can’t answer that.”

[and-im-goneee]

Despite the hit being askew due to a lack of proper vision, it still lands, though not in the intended area; more or less just below the shoulder blade. As it turns out, she wasn’t going to hit his head like he anticipated.

With both that and the audible weep of pain that slipped from his mouth, the fact that he needed to run was rubbed in further, if not for the louder-than-hell sound of her head shattering into pieces. Harken was NOT going to let him go, and he didn’t want to play dead or something and risk taking another hit.

Was this what her ‘enraging’ looked like? He’d always been too far away to fully know, having ran off by then as some other unfortunate person would deal with the hits. All he knew was the sound, and even then it wasn’t like what he’d heard from afar.

Standing up as swiftly as he could, he turned around and bolted off for a second time, steps a bit uncoordinated from fear. He held onto where he was hit, knowing internally that there was going to be a large bruise from it that would make everything worse.

He also kept a good grasp on his camera, pressing it to his chest as well as he scrambled away. God, he really needed a lanyard or some kind of carrier for that thing.

A thud is heard nearby, multiple of them, rock hitting against ground, like someone is slamming a pebble onto it. But the sound is inconsistent, but it comes in parts of two, like footsteps, its coming in his direction, the sound getting louder even if not by much as it draws near.

-Death by Noise. (@blogless-and-anonymous)

Pretty much immediately, Wasabi is put into panic mode. He points the camera to wherever the noise came from, backing off at a mild pace.

The camera does not capture anything but the nature around him, along with something similar to the likes of an abandoned church. The hold is unsteadier than usual.

“…who in the world…”

[and-im-goneee]

"Partydroid is gay,convince me not."

"NO IM NOT-"

-Dreamware and Partydroid

@partydroid-birthdays

“…wh- oh my god, they can track my damn camera- this thing is a piece of junk and doesn’t even have a flash, what are you gonna even…” Wasabi quietly complains to himself for a good five seconds or so, not even clocking the question until he looked again. “I-…if I had a nickel…a-anyways, uhm…why are you asking me of all people…? Go ask…I dunno, another killer, and not me? B-because I can’t answer that.”

[and-im-goneee]

Wasabi’s breath cut out as he cloaked, not from the fact that he wasn’t breathing, but from the cloak itself. He could rest for a few seconds, and that was enough.

Choking on air and fear, he used as much energy as he could to move, flinching heavily and stumbling back as Harken hit the wall he was just standing by. It was a heavy hit, too…what would have happened to him if he didn’t move…?

Ignoring the racing thoughts in his head, he now had another problem.

He had tripped.

He tried to get up, but GOD it was exhausting. The moment he tried was another stumble forward, faceplanting into the grass below him. All he could do was beg and pray that the effect of silence spread to the rest of his body too, and not just his feet.

Right as he’d turned back to be able to look at the angel-like being in front of him, the cloaks’s effects wore off, rendering him paralyzed for a moment. Seems like it’s time for more praying, because this was one of the worst situations he was in, if not THE worst.

In the most silence he could, he simply stared. Maybe she’ll let off, he thought. I’m…clearly scared, right?…god, I’m doomed.

A thud is heard nearby, multiple of them, rock hitting against ground, like someone is slamming a pebble onto it. But the sound is inconsistent, but it comes in parts of two, like footsteps, its coming in his direction, the sound getting louder even if not by much as it draws near.

-Death by Noise. (@blogless-and-anonymous)

Pretty much immediately, Wasabi is put into panic mode. He points the camera to wherever the noise came from, backing off at a mild pace.

The camera does not capture anything but the nature around him, along with something similar to the likes of an abandoned church. The hold is unsteadier than usual.

“…who in the world…”

[and-im-goneee]

🏳️‍🌈 ?

“…wh…what-” He takes a moment to comprehend the question, a good few seconds passing. “…oh- uhm…I- out of all things…? Maybe don’t pry into someone’s personal life…?”

[and-im-goneee]

As soon as the spear was thrown, Wasabi knew this was a shitty idea. Why did he run? He could have just stayed in place. Thankfully he was already away, meaning it couldn’t hit him, but still.

If only someone else was here. Maybe they’d help and know how to handle this properly.

“This was a bad idea, this was a bad idea, this was a REALLY bad idea-”

God, why was he talking!? That’s gonna make it worse, goddamnit!

Well, he already commit to running. Either he gets away, out of sight and uses cloak, he manages to lose Harken or he’s dead, and that second option is pretty much impossible.

The camera footage is very blurry due to how much Wasabi is moving. Anybody watching the footage over would really only get context from watching the beginning of the video. Doesn’t really help that it cuts out all of a sudden, the log coming to an abrupt halt.

Wasabi turned the camera off, hoping that maybe Harken would be guaranteed not to hear him whenever he cloaks himself.

…listen, he’s not in her position and doesn’t have above-superhuman hearing. He doesn’t know how elevated her hearing could be. Plus, he’d rather play it safer than be sorry because the camera made just the tiniest bit of noise.

Either way, he continued to run, trying to take various turns to hopefully get her to lose sight. Maybe that one sudden drop-off could actually be of use…

A thud is heard nearby, multiple of them, rock hitting against ground, like someone is slamming a pebble onto it. But the sound is inconsistent, but it comes in parts of two, like footsteps, its coming in his direction, the sound getting louder even if not by much as it draws near.

-Death by Noise. (@blogless-and-anonymous)

Pretty much immediately, Wasabi is put into panic mode. He points the camera to wherever the noise came from, backing off at a mild pace.

The camera does not capture anything but the nature around him, along with something similar to the likes of an abandoned church. The hold is unsteadier than usual.

“…who in the world…”

[and-im-goneee]

…okay, maybe it’s time to run. It ain’t a good idea to stand around idly in death’s way.

Wasabi took multiple steps back, looking behind to make sure no walls were nearby. Thankfully, the area was rather open, meaning he had all the space he needed.

Holding onto his camera tight, he suddenly moved, swerving in one direction before aiming straight ahead, dashing forward a considerable distance.

Afterwards, he paused for a moment, looking around as he did so before bolting off somewhere. He’d figure out the specifics once he was away from Harken. He needed to focus on getting out of sight at the moment.

A thud is heard nearby, multiple of them, rock hitting against ground, like someone is slamming a pebble onto it. But the sound is inconsistent, but it comes in parts of two, like footsteps, its coming in his direction, the sound getting louder even if not by much as it draws near.

-Death by Noise. (@blogless-and-anonymous)

Pretty much immediately, Wasabi is put into panic mode. He points the camera to wherever the noise came from, backing off at a mild pace.

The camera does not capture anything but the nature around him, along with something similar to the likes of an abandoned church. The hold is unsteadier than usual.

“…who in the world…”