I'm the ghost of roads untaken

[belegwen]

Who: Medrau and Voices
When: a few nights after Medrau was violently assaulted by Song
Where: A place that is not a place
Note: I'm not making a second lj. I'm too lazy.

Darkness snaked outward from the Stone. It had waited too long for its purpose to be fulfilled. Many of those who once had linked it it were gone, out of its reach. Only two thread remained. The dominant one had waned recently, and the Stone's power reached out to it, seeking the servant who had gone astray.

It found her deep within her other self and injured gravely.

"Weak." "Poor child, whatever have you done to yourself?" "Pathetic." "No worse than you deserve, traitor child." "Go away." "The heart has taken substantial damage, likely from a psychic wound of an internal source." The voices came all at once, overlapping and strange. Only the first voice was strong, the others scarcely more than echoes.

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[belegwen]

"Weak." "Don't trust her." "Little bitch deserves to die. I'd do it myself." "She needs help." "You could swear an oath. Something binding." "She transitions to further attempts at bargaining with the support of somewhat faulty logic."

[fallingdream]

Medrau sighed heavily and buried her face in her hands - for all that face and hands both were merely projections of the subconscious in this place.

"Can we just get on with this?" she asked wearily. "I don't have many options here."

[belegwen]

"No." "Why not? She's in trouble." "Impatience ultimately leads to despair." "Let her die. She's useless anyway." "It does seems as if your lighter half has proven stronger than you. How much use do you think you are, if that is the case?" "Make her promise."

[fallingdream]

"I didn't know she could do that," Medrau argued petulantly. "Now I know... and now I might be able to do the same thing. Or manipulate the Darkness she took from me. I imagine you could make that easier... what might I do to her, with that control?" She smiled at the thought. "It's worth finding out."

[belegwen]

"Darkness." "She speculates an interesting theory." "She lies." "As entertaining a possibility as that is, Tinuviel, even should you be able to subvert your Brighter Half, what can you do? You have one ally left, and a poor one at that." "Do it then and stop this endless talking." "What a devious little min she has."

[fallingdream]

"I can't." She sounded grouchy, more than anything else. "I'm too weak right now." Wrinkling her nose at that admission, she rose shakily to her feet.

"So, either you help me, or you wait for me to recover on my own. All bargains and lies aside, I'd prefer the first option if I were you. Waiting is just a bore."

[belegwen]

The first voice does not respond in words, just with a sense of patience that could wait forever and, in fact, already has.

"I wouldn't mind being bored." "In spite of immortality, the shadow shows no indication of patience." "I don't care." "It would be so little effort to help her." "I might even be willing to help you, but you seem to have chosen to ignore me."

[fallingdream]

This was becoming ridiculous.
Did the Cornerstone ever make up its mind? (Well, with so many, perhaps not.)

Medrau threw up her hands and considered turning and storming away, but it seemed like too much effort, subconscious projection or not.

"Fine, alright, if you all can't decide, then I will. I am done. You are dismissed. I'd sooner deal with this on my own than risk being driven to new heights of madness by the voices in my head."

[belegwen]

"Proud." "She's a fool." "Poor thing." "Her comment does lead to the question of madness. Should this unity be considered in insane?" "Do as she says and go!"

Maleficent's voice cut through the babble of the others. "Would all of you be silent?"