Voices // open, tree religion stuff

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    An NPC had come to Lady earlier that afternoon in a bit of a panic. He told her that were voices following him and she asked him what they were saying and apparently he didn't know because there too many to listen to all at once. As if that wasn't already odd enough, Mai and another Skullian had complained of the exact same thing a few days ago. What was going on?




    As a leader, her immediate question was 'Is this a threat to my Clan?'. The answer to that was almost certainly yes. The best way to ruin a group was to attack from within, and somehow, it seemed like something was triggering an attack of insanity within the Skulls.




    'Guys, this is a strange question, but just bear with me: Have any of you been hearing voices lately?' the bronze feline asked worriedly.
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    "It's not only me?" Remilia asked, surprised.


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    'You as well?' Avorio meowed in disbelief. ' I've had three - four, now - people freaking out because they can hear voices. What the hell is going on?'
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    Carcosa shrugged. "It comes and goes," she murmured. "Sometimes it's quiet, sometimes they scream, sometimes I can't hear them at all." She was visibly shaken; the spirit in her dreams had said nothing about the voices, which due to psychic training, she seemed to be rather susceptible to.
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    “I thought I was the only one since my imagination can run wild.” Mai said with a flick of her tail. The kitsune took a seat and waited to hear who else was hearing them.

    Rosencrantz had heard the voices for months, almost as long as she had been here and so padded up to the small group though showing her face anywhere had become a rarity more recently. With the death of her mate the wolf had grown world weary and in every essence depressed. "They spoke to me..." She announced though there was no energy or vigor in her ever shuddering voice. The wolf had long thought that they were the voices of the dead, but she had never heard Rangi. Surely Rangi would speak to her if she could?

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    "Are you sure they are not just angry spirits?"
    The place was haunted, was it not?
    Glancing at Rosencratz, the vampiress looked a little sympathetic.
    Rangi's disappearance had affected them all, she was sure.
    "Do you understand them?"


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    "Help..." Rosencrantz murmured though her reason for doing so was not exactly clear until she looked up to Remilia a little. "Sometimes...They ask for help....and sometimes they scream..." She told her and the rest of the group if they were listening to her at all. But together than that the wolf could offer nothing so instead sunk back into herself and the grief that had made a home in her heart.

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    Voices though? She's heard voices before. "I hear them too," the little cub murmured, glancing down to check her lighter was still hanging off her chain necklace. Secure on her chest. It comforted her a little.


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    "Someone is definitely messing with us," Remilia muttered. "That, or trying to get our attention..."


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