Video 08 → My Mistakes, Numbers 4,926 - 5,101

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[The video cuts in to show Ken frowning down into the camera, breathing a little too hard and too fast, and biting his lip. Clearly he is looking for something in one of the Dreamberry's menus, jabbing at the keys beneath the screen; just as clearly he triggered the video feed in the process. The image shakes: he's grasping the Dreamberry as firmly as he can, but it doesn't seem to stop his hands from trembling. Confusion crosses his face for a moment or two as he tries to work out why the screen's changed, then he mutters a frustrated curse, but the audio doesn't seem to pick it up.

[The picture cartwheels madly as he tosses the Dreamberry onto the bank he's sitting on. When it lands and the tumbling stops, the screen shows nothing but a slice of sky, thin skeins of clouds drifting overhead. Sixty seconds later, the feed times out.]

[OOC: Ken's been dead for a week after Muraki murdered him, and has lost his voice as a penalty. Replies will be in the form of text messages, or possibly charades.]

Comments

[madcuriosity.livejournal.com]

Mr. Ken? Whatever is wrong?

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

[... which is about when Ken realizes he shouldn't have just let that video record, should he?

[He looks surprised for a moment, then momentarily guilty. Then he laughs, necessarily silently,eyes falling closed for a moment. Alice. He really is back, isn't he? Back and... and whole, seemingly, he isn't even sore and how does any of that make sense?

[Feeling like something's expected of him, he points to his throat and looks apologetic. Could I pass this off as a cold?]

[soloriens.livejournal.com]

[She has a sense something is wrong, but she has yet to understand what exactly. She tilts her head, emitting a whine to draw attention to herself.]

[madcuriosity.livejournal.com]

Mr. Ken? You are alright aren't you?

[1/2]

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

[He nods. It's a lie, but what can you do. The last person he wants to fill in about the wherefores of all this is Alice. At least she doesn't seem to know anything happened to him, which is one blessing.

[Ken mouths, hang on a minute, holding up one hand, and hopes she understands that. Hell, he hopes she knows now to text...]

[2/2] [Text]

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

[... and, for Alice's sake, he's going to be laying off the txt tlk and using the punctuation menu for something other than emotes.]

i'm fine. i've just kinda lost my voice but i can still text you if it's not too big a problem. don't worry about me okay?

[Text]

[madcuriosity.livejournal.com]

Why did you lose your voice? Did you get a sore throat?

asdhfasdgh AMMY. *_*

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

[He's expecting it now. Sat by the lake with the Dreamberry on his lap, trying to work out where on earth he goes from here, Ken's decided he might as well handle the mess he's made by making this post at all where he is, and then see about finding his way back.

[So he's ready when the wolf shows up, though the red markings and the thing on her back come as something of a surprise. He starts, at first in simple confusion, but can't quite keep back the curiosity. That's really not just a wolf, is it?

[Hello, he's thinking - very likely it shows on his face. Who are you?]

[Text]

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

guess so. it's been kinda cold lately & i was out too late. i'll be fine in a few days.

[I hope. Please.

[He really doesn't like how very badly he's having to lie.]

[Text]

[madcuriosity.livejournal.com]

You should drink lemon tea with honey! That shall help your throat!

[unfearful.livejournal.com]

... Ken?

[Bad feeling. Definitely a bad feeling about this.]

[text]

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

[That makes two of us. Ken should be dead. He was dead. And--

[He can't remember why any more.]

hi ive lost my voice sorry. im gonna have 2 txt u

[Is this normal, he wants to ask. And, will it come back? But he doesn't. Here he is back from the dead and he doesn't even know what to say about it...

[So he just hits send.]

[Text]

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

really? i'll have to get some on the way home i don't think we'll have any of that at home

is that what you do when your throat is sore?

[text]

[unfearful.livejournal.com]

[... He can't talk.

....

Dominic hopes that his mind's just jumping to conclusions, but...]

[text]

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

[Maybe this is just what happens when someone cuts your throat.]

i dont know

it mustve been like this ever since i got back

[text]

[unfearful.livejournal.com]

[Don't let him be right don't let him be right—]

[text]

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

yeah i woke up here about half an hour back i guess. im all right

[... I just kind of wasn't expecting to wake up at all.]

[text]

[unfearful.livejournal.com]

['I'm all right.'

...]

[1/2]

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

[2/2] [text]

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

[It's so tempting not to answer that. To just toss the Dreamberry away and pretend he never saw it because what the Hell is he supposed to say? It's stupid, really: damn ridiculous. Ken knows he should be relieved, should be happy - he's alive, isn't he? - and all he feels is guilty and obscurely ashamed.

[But this is Dominic, and Ken can't do that to him. He deserves better.]

i think i mustve done.

[text]

[unfearful.livejournal.com]

[And there it is—the truth Dominic wasn't sure if he wanted to see, but it's there and he can't deny it.

Not that he would've, but it's painful.]



[Like Vincent, possibly.]

[text]

[insorrow.livejournal.com]

[And that's another thing that's troubling Ken. Shouldn't he remember? The time before--]

not really

he was a big guy i think

[seekingbody.livejournal.com]

...Is everything okay?

[text]

[unfearful.livejournal.com]

[There's a seething anger inside at whoever murdered his friend, but right now... Dominic is far more preoccupied with hoping that he's not at fault, somehow.

'A big guy'—not Diva or Road, then.]

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[redabyssinian.livejournal.com]

Ken?

[Right away looking at the background to figure out where the hell Ken is so he can get him.]