[She is scared.... So scared. She scared until her own voice was horse, screaming for help, for Naesala, for Thatch, for Namur and just about anyone. But mainly for Thatch as his scent was the closest to her. It took her a while but now all she can do at the moment are sobs.
She thought she could handle anything but this.... This slow torture is too much.]
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Thank you you fucking dumbass tailfeathers for head, what the fuck am I going to do with you?
written 1/2
if Robin isn't around I can give you a fuck.
no subject
[Voice]
written
written
whistle
whistle
Me too, Thatchette. We'll get you out soon.
Is Leanne in the room with you?
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voice
no subject
LEAAANNNE!
[and there is a clatter as if chains are rattling. Someone curses and the journal is shut]
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[Well, he was going to tease him, but he hopes they're not both getting in trouble.]
2/2
[Awesome.]
[Action]
She thought she could handle anything but this.... This slow torture is too much.]
[Action]
Are you there, Angelface?
[Voice]
Tell me that's not your blood, brother.
[Because the exact thing Thatch needs right now is to lose blood.]
[Voice]
That last part got smudged. Who is it we need to watch out for?
Answer me out loud, not with blood, or you'll bleed out.