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[true_noir]

What the tin says. Every once in a while, the log threads hit captcha, so here we go!

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Freya - 5/8

[true_noir]

(From here)

Freya was starting to make an increasing amount of sense, and when she felt the tug on her arm, Chloe stopped resisting and let her drag. the drag was soon assisted by the purple-haired girl's own steps and she started to move with increasing speed away from the forest and flowers. She lingered close to the other woman, not quite huddling. She was a little too proud of that, but definitely close. She didn't trust herself not to run either, not until the insidious whispers were gone.

"I... I don't know, but it sounded so real, and I ... I want her." Though she wasn't specifying who 'her' was. Her own mind wasn't capable of that right now.

[belligerentwarrior]

Really, the identity of this mystery woman was the farthest thing from Freya's mind, considering all the other weird crap going on. The whispers of answers and the desire to help tugged at her mind, back towards the glowing flowers and dark of the woods, but concern made itself a more pressing matter.

"Well, you've got your head on straight now, yeah? Keep your eyes forward. Don't let 'em get to you."

[true_noir]

She nodded. "Yes, let's get out of their range, and we can talk." At this point she was as protective of Freya, knowing that the whispers would have affected her as well, as she was of herself. She didn't slow down her own walk until they were well away from them, on the fringes of the city again.

She breathed a sigh of relief, looking for something to sit down on or lean against and smiling at her. "Thank you... I don't know what would have happened if I'd listened too much."

[belligerentwarrior]

Freya was a little more interested in getting out of the rain than sitting, and started towards a wooden bench to duck under.

"Already listened too much, if you ask me." Her tone wasn't harsh; merely chiding. "Don't sweat it. Couldn't leave you there."

[true_noir]

She followed, and once they were under a nice park bench, and at least out of the rain, she could finally relax. "Yes... well, yes." She reached up to scratch her head uncomfortably and smile over at Freya. "It... was hard to ignore at a certain point. It's like it knew what to whisper somehow, the right way to whisper it."

It was a lot easier now that she was away.

[belligerentwarrior]

Freya tilted her head to wring out her hair for as much good as it would do, drenched as they were. "Any idea who your 'they' were?"

She hadn't thought to question it, earlier. It didn't seem important. Now, though, Freya was wondering how she'd missed it.

[true_noir]

"No idea. It seemed like it was the flowers whispering to me, and I suppose that's possible, if frightening" She shrugged, shaking her head and shaking the water off. "I assume that was what you wanted to know most, who it is responsible for all of this." Who to punch certainly seemed like valuable information.