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Group Message: Crows; voice

[greedbowstome]

[The timing in Hell, Kaz has quickly begun to learn, is never quite as ideal as he might like. However, he is nothing if not patient, and once things are calm enough, people are settled enough, and it seems like things might not explode or end in them all separated some way or another, Kaz sends a message out to his people.

In true Kaz fashion, he does not waste time and cuts straight to the meat of it once everyone's connected on the call.]

I met Noah. Safe to say I'm intrigued, and I intend to follow up on the invitation he extended for us to meet his Ravens.

[There is the smallest hint of amusement in his tone at the name.]

Jesper, Wylan, you've been here longest, and he mentioned you knew him, and some of the others? What can tell us about them before I follow up with him?

[kidgloved]

I've only met Noah, but he's spoken about his friends. Adam, Blue, and Kavinsky.

[How much did Kaz want to know? He didn't know much about any of them beyond what Noah told him on the voyage over to Mammon's island.]

Jesper's met Kavinsky.

[And there's a bit of hardness in his voice about that.]

Action; sorry bro.

[enoderedrum]

Noah had taken to wandering and light exercise that wouldn't irritate his throat. It was getting better thanks to Kavinsky and some general self care but it wasn't perfect. Every once in a while he could feel sharp pains that made him realize that overdoing wouldn't be smart. Counter productive even. He'd settled on studying archery in his downtime which seemed smart. New skills were always nice to touch on.

Currently, however, he had decided that a few days had been long enough to give Kaz space.

The library had turned into a place he had noticed Kaz frequenting, so Noah eventually plopped down into a chair across from the other and slid a plastic container over and a to-go cup of coffee.

"Eat." He sighed softly. Coffee and a homemade danish.

y r u so obsessed with me.gif 😂

[greedbowstome]

The library is about the only public area Kaz has come to frequent. He's not found anything particularly useful in it yet, but he's stubbornly persistent. And it gives him something to occupy his mind, instead of sitting in his room with nothing but his thoughts to occupy him. He doesn't need to let his mind wander, his imagination is incredibly creative and lately, it likes to wander down roads of Jesper being further used by this Saintsforsaken cult.

He isn't expecting company on this day, however, and the sudden presence of it makes him lift his eyes from the book his was skimming. Noah. Of course. He resists the urge to sigh at the sight of him. He didn't expect to see him so soon after the disaster at his house.

"Who says I'm hungry?" Though, the coffee. He'll take that.

Text; Un; ripraven

[enoderedrum]

🤔 miss me yet?
It’s been a while.

[greedbowstome]

Been busy.

[That's it. That's all you get, Noah. Sorry about him]

Action | Hi friend.

[triggerguard]

Sometime after Waverly approached him, Jesper is outside Kaz's door, knocking incessantly. Does he care for the time or the noise he's making? Absolutely not. Will Kaz's neighbors (whoever those unfortunate souls are) likely hate him for it? Oh, he hopes so.

"Open the damn door, Kaz." With his luck, the bastard of the barrel was off somewhere and he's knocking for nothing. Somehow that possibility makes him more pissed off.

[greedbowstome]

The incessant knocking is interrupting nothing of great importances but is irritating, to say the least. Which is at least part of why he takes so long to answer the door. That and you know, he has a bum leg, Jesper, give him time, gosh.

But mostly. It's just to be an ass to whoever is on the other side of the door.

He opens it with no real sense of urgency and a snappish, "To what do I owe the pleasure, Jesper?"

Delivery 🤍

[enoderedrum]

[ Theres a black box left outside the door with a note. Inside of it is the hat he accidentally stole and forgot to bring with him during the Session.

The note just says:

Sorry for stealing your hat.
And then forgetting to bring it last time.

-Noah ]

text » @dirtyhands

[greedbowstome]

[The box is suspicious when he initially finds it– his first thought is The Veiled Order– but when he sees the note, he relaxes and shakes his head, carrying the box inside.

It's awhile before he texts him, and he had debated whether he should say anything at all.]

Thanks.

[Short. Simple. Concise.]

Voicemail; Un: ripraven

[enoderedrum]

[after this. ]

Hey….

I’m sure Jes has already talked to you by now…anyway, what’s happening to him is happening to me, too so.

If you see me around just…stay away okay?

Not that you seek me out or anything but you know what it mean. Just stay away. Tell Wylan too. But yeah. I just wanted to let you know.

Okay? Kay bye.

text; @dirtyhands

[greedbowstome]

[He's busy when the call comes. Misses it, probably because he was being asked by his best friend to make the worst promise he could ever need to make.

He listens to the message and sighs, scrubbing a hand over his eyes. This place really likes fucking with him, and he's genuinely growing weary of it.]

Don't die.

[...]

Again.

CALL; un: ripraven

[enoderedrum]

[ Whenever he answers… ]

Hey Grumpy cat..you uh….you doing okay?

[greedbowstome]

I’m fine.

[The words are short and clipped, but it’s hard to say that it’s necessarily anything different than his usual.]

You’re not…

[It’s spoken as a statement, but the way he trails off suggests the question behind it anyway.]

CALL; un: ripraven

[enoderedrum]

[ You better answer, Sir. ]

Call number 2-8 - All on Voicemail. Enjoy.

[enoderedrum]

Really?

-

I swear, this is rude.

-

Maybe he turned the ringer off…nah.

-

Kaz. Seriously.

-

ITS THE GREEN BUTTON. NOT THE RED ONE.

-

You can’t run away from this….

-

I’m breaking up with you.

Text [1/?]

[triggerguard]

Found out these can send picture stills. Not just live calls.

[File attachment: 001.jpg. Do you wish to open this file?]

Text [2/?]

[triggerguard]

[A couple of minutes later.] You are not Wylan...

[That much is obvious.]

Voice; | Day Seven of Silent Hell

[triggerguard]

Ķ̵̻̞͖̱̯̍͋a̵̢̛͖̾͘͜z̴̠̗͍͍͖̓̈́̇̋̕͠?̶̜̦̭̭̮̉̀̎ ̵̡̠͒̆Ḩ̵̻̜̔ę̴̪̝̳̯̿̄̀́ͅ'̷̦͆̆̀͠s̵͈̅̈́-̵̛̤̬͔̉̔̔ͅ-̶̥͎̱̱̃͊̍I̷̹̿ ̵̡̬͍̟̓͐c̶͕̊̚a̸̭͐̉͊͛̚͠n̴̤̖̍̈́ͅ'̶͓̂ţ̵̛̮̪͓.̶̦̑̑̃

[(After this thread. The voice that comes through is almost nothing but static at first. But there's one thing that cuts through:]

Wylan's gone.

I̵̧̟̘͚͛̾̽̉t̵̜̪͋'̶̹͋̆͑s̷͈̝͍̮̔̈́̚ ̸̭̼͈̈́̂͑m̴̧̼͙̠̽͒y̵̨̧̪͆̍̿̒ ̸̛̲͝f̵͚̱̈́͛̊â̴̪̲̳̪ŭ̸͈́̊͘l̴̻̰̻͗͠ṯ̴̯̹͂̒̎̉ͅ.̴͉̣͚͍̏́̊̉ ̸̢̣̖͎͐̊M̷͎͒̽͝y̴̜͠ ̶̳̱̈́́̽̚f̴̰̔̒͠a̴͚̓́͊̂ŭ̸͕͍̩̯̆́l̴̨̝͔̻͂̈́̏̏t̴̳̕.̷̰̠̬̠͗̽̅͝

[Ad nauseam, over and over and over again. Like a broken record.

[greedbowstome]

Hello?

[He can barely hear anything for all the noise. He pulls the phone away from his ear and squints at it, like it's truly offended him. And honestly, it has.

When he presses it back to his ear, a hand over his other ear to try to block out everything in the garage, he hears the message perfectly.]

What? Jesper? Jesper!

[Not again. Not another one of his people taken by this place and its games.]

text; backdated to 10/10, beginning of the event

[corporeus]

Kaz, I don't even know if this message is going to get to you. I don't know if you're still here or how I'd find out for certain without tracking you down myself.

Which I don't have time for right now.

Matthias is here, Kaz. [ she thinks ] He's here and I can't just leave him to figure out this place on his own.

I'm going back for him. I saw him near the hotel. [ in the fog. she's certain that she caught a glimpse of him ]

[greedbowstome]

[He's in the Raven's garage when the texts come through and there are two primary emotions that make themselves known when he sees the name attached to them:

Surprise and suspicion.

It wouldn't be the first time Hell made him believe someone he knew was here. But he hasn't ever known it to mess with these phones before. He would put nothing beyond this place, though.

He doesn't bother with texts back, however, instead, hitting the button to call her– would hearing her voice make it any easier to believe it was truly her? ]

Nina? When did you get back?

No, it's a lie. It's a trick. This place does that.

[Beat.]

Don't go out there, Zenik.

CALL; un: ripraven

[enoderedrum]

Mm, mm, mm mm, mm, mm, mm. Mm, mm, mm, mm, mmmmmm…. Hello~

[greedbowstome]

[Has he talked to Noah since the last time the ghost was in this suite? No.

Does everything feel awkward, suddenly? Maybe.

Is it going to stop him from answer the phone? Absolutely not.]

....yes?

Voice;

[triggerguard]

What if I told you I had a gift?

[greedbowstome]

A...gift? Of what, gab?

[He smirks, even though Jesper can't see it.]

Combination of Voicemail/texts during Hellburbia 2.0

[enoderedrum]

Voicemail

…

….this sucks.

All of this sucks. You’re all in there and Jes and Wylan basically took me in cause of it.

[ he sighs. ]

Jes won’t let me go in there. Told him I’d be fine. It would be worth it to try and get you guys out…

Did I mention this sucks?

TEXT

[enoderedrum]

If that place is anything like it was for me…I’m sorry.

I hope it isn’t. For your sake.

It was awful not knowing what was real and what wasn’t. Doing things that you wouldn’t normally.

I just…as much as I hate to say it…I hope you at least don’t suffer the way you suffer here.

You probably aren’t getting these either….

text;

[vretha]

Kaz?

are you getting messages yet?

[greedbowstome]

[The picture-boxes were strange, but he was getting used to it now, at least. He's holed up in his room with Bruizer half across his lap– bloody oaf thinks he's a lapdog– when a new message comes in. Not someone he recognizes, actually. Hmm.]

Sure.
Who am I speaking to?

Video;

[triggerguard]

[It's late, the lamps are down low and Jesper's waiting out in the common area in case a certain ghost comes waltzing through the door. He doesn't know where Noah is and this--this is a last-ditch effort.

He's tried. Tried reaching out to those stuck in Hellburbia with no luck. He's not really expecting much of an answer-back, at any rate. Still, Jesper's in the low-lighted room, looking exhausted and worried, and every bit of worn-down you can imagine.]

Kaz...Look, people say you won't know me--if you get this at all. And that's fine. But if you get this, if you can see it...I've got a question for you anyway.

[greedbowstome]

[Chance has it, this time, it works.

Kaz is propped against pillows on his bed with the very large head of a very nasty looking Hellhound resting on his chest when he picks up the picturebox.]

Someone else to tell me I should know them, I suppose?

[He sounds almost bored with the idea. It's happened more than once now, and he's still sort of unnerved by the last two. Especially the boy from the other night.]

Text;

[bluewithenvy]

[Some nebulous time after a conversation with Noah, when the ghost is back but not immediately in her vicinity, Blue texts Kaz. It takes a moment to locate him, but that's one glorious thing about Hell, you can find anyone if you're determined enough.]

A few things.

Questions.

[greedbowstome]

[He's settled back in his suite, as he should be, a night stowed away with a ghost behind him now when a text comes through.

Blue.
The Raven's only girl.
Curious.

He'll bite.]

I don't promise to answer, but you're free to ask them.

[Call. Sometime after that romp with Noah *I guess*]

[triggerguard]

[Regardless of if Kaz picks up or not, Jesper is barreling ahead as soon as there's the now familiar hiss of a static that come with a connected line.]

So you want to tell me what the hell was with the midnight hour phone call and the request to come to a random room?

[Jesper has all the delicacy of a bomb with certain conversations.]

[greedbowstome]

[He barely has time to process the call is connected before Jesper rockets straight into the conversation.

He blinks.

His tone is even and calm.]

Hello to you, too, Jesper.

[A beat.

Two.

Saints, he has no idea how to explain that decision.]

It was... stupid.... to call you like that. I.... [He sighs, a hand bracing over his eyes.

This Barrel boss, embarrassed? More likely than you think in the harsh light of the next day.]

Text • un; ripraven

[enoderedrum]

☕️?

[greedbowstome]

What is that?

[No, he still has not adapted to emojis. Probably never gonna happen, Noah.]

text; un: t3cHg0d69

[twatter]

[ At some point after everyone's returned to the hotel, Tech visits the network (home away from home) to catch up on what he's missed.

Truth be told, not much.

But if there's one thing he can help illuminate by virtue of being both the internet and a god himself, it's things related to Christianity. So the text rolls in at random. No explanation. No warnings. No pleasantries. ]

the leviathan is a creature without fear. nothing on earth is its equal
no man or beast can overpower it
no weapon can pierce its mighty scales
it can break iron into pieces as easily as breaking straw
death awaits anyone approaching its mouth
only the god of the christian variety can tame such a beast

all shit that comes from the biblical book of "job."

it's basically god flexing

there's a lot of debate about what it is exactly, but since someone already told you its name means 'twisted, coiled,' theories tend to point toward it being some kind of sea creature

some think it's just a dinosaur. don't know what it would be in terms of this place, tho

[greedbowstome]

[It’s actually jarring when the text comes in. First, because he’s so used to them only being from a small select number of people.

And second, because there’s so much in it all at once.

But it does bring the touch of a smirk to his face to see facts laid out so plainly. He appreciates it.]

Interesting.
How do you know so much about them?

I think they are a precursor to the arrival of someone, a son of Lucifer’s, called Asmodeus.
Know much of him?

Voicemail; un: ripraven

[enoderedrum]

Babe…
Just tell me you’re okay. Uh, as okay as you can be, I mean. If you need something…anything.

text » @dirtyhands

[greedbowstome]

[He's listened to it more than once since he got the voicemail. Stupid, really. He could just call him. Tell him to come over. Something. But this was easier.

Eventually, though, he does send a text– ]

Hey.

[It's not a grand reemergence from the shadows.
It isn't 'I'm okay'.
It isn't a request for anything.
But it's at least 'I'm alive', which is at least more than the nothing he's been giving lately.]

text; un: lilyblue

[bluewithenvy]

Call me curious. I have questions.

What's the funniest way you've ever broken the law? If you could only use one word for the rest of your life, which word would you choose? You've been given an elephant and you cannot get rid of it; what do you do with it?

Or maybe I'm just bored.

[greedbowstome]

What is this? An interview?

I've got some great stories, but I don't think any of the things I've done to break the law would fall under the label of "funny".

No.

Where did it come from? And why can't I get rid of it?

text; un: techgod; backdated to before the TDM hits

[twatter]

yo, kaz

giving you the heads up i got myself into some shit and well
gonna be gone for the month to pay the price

so if you come looking for me, i ain't gonna be in penance
but i *might* still be able to text
not sure
feel free to try if you need to reach me, tho

[greedbowstome]

What did you get yourself into?
And where are you going?