deercountry | return those voices echoing in the sea (closed)

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return those voices echoing in the sea (closed)

Who: Ange and assorted CR.
What: A catchall for event threads.
When: During December
Where: Mostly in memoryscape, some other stuff all across Trench.

Content Warnings: Child abuse, bullying, suicidal ideation, violence, gore, blood, character death

( it's a catchall for closed event threads! if i didn't promise you a starter on this already, but you'd still like to play something out with ange during the event - especially when it comes to the winter mourning - please let me know by either pming this account or contacting me on plurk at

queeningsquare! )

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Oh...

[She wince in sympathy. A grudge can be a powerful motivator, she knows this from her own experiences. That the rest of her family got tangled up in it too just goes to show how serious a grudge it was.]

I'm sorry these witches are so terrible.

[ Honestly, even Willow just saying this much is a lot in its own way. After all, no one ever acknowledged as much in her world. It was just the way things were. These witches were so strong - it's not like any of them were able to do anything about it.

.. case in point. Willow might see something appearing behind the Ange in the memory, as that Ange is still clinging to her other brother. Various instruments are starting to hang in the air behind Ange, in all shapes and sizes. One reaches out, clamps down on Ange, and rips a piece of flesh, roughly the size of a thumb, right off her.

And then another does the same. And then another. And it just keeps going, slowly ripping bit by bit off Ange. ]

This.. was the punishment those witches gave me for revealing who I was to my brother, even though I wasn't allowed to. [ But she had no other choice. If she hadn't revealed it, she never would have been able to convince her brother to keep on going.

Even if it was at the cost of her own life. ]

I couldn't do a thing about it. I wasn't strong enough. .. None of us were.

Watch out!

[It's instinct to try to call a warning to the younger Ange, but of course, a useless gesture. She has to turn away as the instruments begin to attack - she can't watch her friend torn apart.]

You sacrificed yourself to try to help him...

[She frowns, she's fairly sure she would have done the same thing in Ange's shoes for someone she loved.]

If there's something I could have done - if I was there - I would have helped you. And him. For what it's worth.

I know.

[ It's said softly. What else can she say? She knows. Of course she knows. Everything she's seen from Willow, all the help the other has offered her, the concern Willow shows for other people.. It all makes it very clear that Willow isn't anything like the witches from Ange's world.

She's kind. She thinks of others, tries to help them. Willow isn't the sort of witch who would tear apart a young girl just because they think it's funny.

Glancing away from the horrible sight of what's happening to the memory's version of her, Ange gives Willow a very faint and wry smile. ]

But.. now you get it, right? Why I was so wary of witches at first.. Why I still am, in a way. [ Ange may trust the witches she's gotten to know so far, but.. new ones? She isn't so sure about that idea. ]

They only hurt people where I come from. They ruin lives for their own amusement. They killed my family.. and then they killed me.

[Willow nods. Of course she gets it, especially witnessing it first hand.]

Yeah, it's... not like this in my world. I mean, sure, there are some awful witches out there, but in my world, they're just... you know. People. People who happen to be able to do magic.

[She takes a deep breath.]

I know you said it was bad... I just didn't realize how bad. You, uh, came to Deerington after this, I'm guessing?

[ People who happen to be able to do magic sums up Willow perfectly in Ange's mind. The other really does seem like any normal person - just someone who also happens to be able to do magic at the same time. ]

No, not right after this. [ Though it hasn't been too long after this either.

But she knows that's not what Willow means. As Ange glances back at the way her other self is being torn apart over there, she knows Willow is assuming she died and then woke up in Deerington. ]

Another witch grabbed my consciousness and transfered it over to an alternate version of me.

[ .. Ange is well aware that a statement like that sounds Super Wild, but it's just the truth. ]

Those witches wouldn't let me go so easily, after all. Just dying once isn't good enough for them. They intend to wring every single drop of amusement they can get out of me.

Another witch? Like, not one of these three?

[Just how many witches kept harassing this poor family?

But yes, her assumption is that Ange wouldn't be able to survive being torn apart like this.]

How many times did they... you know?

[ She shakes her head. ]

This is the only time I remember incredibly clearly. [ Maybe because it had been the worst of all, maybe because of something to do with the witches, or just because it's memories of all these different timelines clashing inside of her head - Ange doesn't know why, she just knows this much. ] The other times are more.. vague.

[ Ange looks over at her other self in the memory.

There is now no longer anything left of her, other than a pile of mincemeat on the ground, half-buried underneath Ange's clothes. ]

.. it's fine though. I'm gone from it all now. Trench.. is my escape from this fate.

[Willow can't even bear to look at what remains of Ange in the memory on the ground, instead choosing to put her focus on the girl here with her. She reaches out to put a hand on Ange's shoulder.]

Look, I know Trench kind of sucks sometimes, but I'm glad you're here. With all of us. Instead of... Well, you know.

...

[ Ange pauses, and then she sucks in a breath. Something about it is a little shakey, and the fact that Willow can feel Ange is lightly trembling thanks to the contact with that hand on her shoulder only adds to it.

This isn't as easy for her to process as she might be trying to make it seem.

But it's not really the death in the memory she's processing. No, it's more just.. what Willow is telling her. ]

Thanks, Willow. I.. um.

[ Ange pauses, having to gather herself for a moment - if not just to prevent her from emotionally crumbling on the spot. ]

I really appreciate you going out of your way to say that. It's.. not exactly something people told me back home. [ Ever. ]

[She can't help but wonder how Ange was treated at home by the other people around her if she was never made to feel like she deserved a lot better than being tortured to death by witches. More than once. But she's not going to push too hard. This has been upsetting enough. So instead, she just smiles a little.]

Well, I mean it. Let's get out of here, huh? Paleblood, so I think if I focus right, I can get us back out of this?

Sure. That's probably for the best.

[ After all, there's nothing left in this memory. It's not even moving any longer, considering it's where Ange's memory ends - the moment she died.

Now there's nothing left but this frozen scene in front of them, with what's left of Ange spread out on the floor.

So the actual Ange slowly nods. ]

.. thanks. I'll be relying on you. [ To get them out of here. ]

I think this, uh, warrants raiding the kitchen for all the sugary snacks when we get back.

[Willow smiles a little and reaches for Ange's hand.]

Don't worry, you can count on me.

[She focuses her mind to pull them out of the memory.]

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