Quentin Coldwater (
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[Audio] @ SuprNerd - open
[The first few seconds of the recording is just Quentin breathing, fast and shaky at first and just before he speaks, the breathing evens out. The whole speech will be said fast and jerky, like the words are just spilling out without thought.]
What the hell? I can't be the only one who's thinking this, but just what the fucking hell? What the hell just happened? This place, oh shit, this place just-- did any of you see things? Hear things? Fucking feel things? And why? Just, why? I thought we were here to help, to find a way to solve this-- this whole puzzle and suddenly there's something here that made me think I was losing--? That's just-- it was just to fuck with all of us?
What the hell? That's what I want to know - just, what the hell? Is this hell? Is that why?
So, if you're listening to this, lady in the lighthouse? Fuck you! Seriously. Fuck. You.
Also, someone took my hoodie and I need that, so please bring it back. Thanks.
What the hell? I can't be the only one who's thinking this, but just what the fucking hell? What the hell just happened? This place, oh shit, this place just-- did any of you see things? Hear things? Fucking feel things? And why? Just, why? I thought we were here to help, to find a way to solve this-- this whole puzzle and suddenly there's something here that made me think I was losing--? That's just-- it was just to fuck with all of us?
What the hell? That's what I want to know - just, what the hell? Is this hell? Is that why?
So, if you're listening to this, lady in the lighthouse? Fuck you! Seriously. Fuck. You.
Also, someone took my hoodie and I need that, so please bring it back. Thanks.
— audio / @parker.
Re: — audio / @parker.
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2/3 whoops
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@ action
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FIVE YEARS LATER SORRY......
Stumbles in way, way later! Sorry!
@javert, voice
( Javert himself sounds exasperated, tired. He may not be any good at calming people down, but the last thing he needs is for others to start freaking out. It will not do anyone any good, so he continues evenly, )
This is hardly the first strange occurrence to have happened here.
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[Because the worst thing hadn't been the fear or the fucking horror show of watching literally his greatest mistakes and regrets paraded infront of him for days. It had been the quiet kind of slip in to surrendering and the calm acceptance of insanity. Again.]
Well, it was a fucking first for me!
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Text | @Nightshade
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@wayne
But it's a bit early for shouting over the network don't you think?
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text; @kingsknight
[How to ask someone if they're alright in millennial - a novel.]
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@freddie1967 | Private
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And maybe someone should stop putting something like that on a network the light house lady might be able to spy on
Private
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@darkness : voice
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@keeper; text
This wasn't me.
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@jtodd
good call, some1 should start a lost & found
u feel better now?
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@cuttingedge; audio
Maybe there's not a reason if this is Hell. [Maybe it's just mindless torture. Maybe not.]
Maybe it's just to remind us to work together.
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Yeah, yeah, maybe this is hell.
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D-Day
they're meant to be parts of a whole. something incomplete without the other. but he watches as quentin prepares a bow, finds a quiver, fills it with arrows. eliot asks him to stay, but quentin only sees what's ahead, prepares to leave him behind.
when he's alone, he hears the hollow sound of the air vent from his childhood bedroom, the only sign of life beyond his breath and the shaking of his fingers against rumpled cloth clasped so tightly his knuckles are white. he doesn't want to be right. he doesn't want all of everything he worked years of his life for to be just a lie that lets him sleep at night. but what if it really just is? what if he'd been right all along about him and quentin too? all he'd ever really needed was the right person at his back, but here quentin stands far ahead, waiting for eliot to catch up.
the both of the know that if anything is going to be said, it will always have to be eliot. there's even a method to it, a way quentin simply does and silently dares eliot to say something, ready to fight back with something as angry as it is determined, but eliot had been avoiding it because he just wanted to feel home again, that feeling he'd somehow barely managed to find when quentin was recovering from his injuries. he doesn't quite find it. he can't when quentin is being like this, and while there are conversations they have where he fights back, they all end the same, and eliot knows he hasn't changed quentin's heart or his mind. he isn't like margo. he doesn't know how to fight and make people feel guilty for it. but maybe this is his own fault too, for thinking he could possibly be the solution to quentin's everything.
when q comes back with a torch, eliot ignores the sharp cold that pierces his chest and seeps to his fingers. he finishes making dinner, and only when they've cleaned up does he manage to find the words. ]
So. You're really going.
[ it's not a question because it couldn't be. not when it's fact. ]
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The solution was in a dark castle on the underside of a fantasy world and this was going to be just like that. Just like finding the Wellspring in Fillory, like finding the Hidden Sea under castle Whitespire and just like finding the castle with the well of all magic and the Monster.
Determined, Quentin finds the things he needs and carefully packs it all up in his new pillowcase-slash-messenger bag; the ocarina, in case he needed to try to talk to the spirits. Trying that out as a first, instead of just using magic, might not be the worst idea. A bow and the quiver of arrows he found at the Armory, all packed and ready to go. But there's Eliot, looking quieter and more withdrawn with every day that passes, and all the arguments for why Quentin shouldn't.
Shouldn't go, shouldn't look, shouldn't try. And all Quentin hears is - you can't. Can't save me, can't save this, can't help.
So, he works harder, reading through the logs on the network and looking at the map until he almost knows it by heart. There's a way out, there's a way to make sure Eliot never has to go through this again. And somewhere, deep down, Quentin knows it's selfish. That he's doing this to make himself feel better, to feel useful but he swallows it down deep and focuses on doing something.
Because Eliot looks lost sometimes, or like he wants to say something and stops himself. Because the hugs in bed at night are fierce and hard and he never wants to let go, not even for a second, but Quentin can't stand to remember the look on Eliot's face on that last day. How huge his eyes were, wide and full of terror.
He gets in contact with Peter to maybe have a tracker, just in case, and he asks the birdperson for a torch, getting ready despite the hollowness in his stomach and the way every step feels too slow, too little and too late.]
Yeah. [Quentin rubs a hand over his face and looks up, his voice almost shaking with emotion. With exhaustion and overthinking.] Yeah, I'm going. I know there's a way out, El, and I know I can find it.
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