audio; on the shadow train//backdated to the 19th!

[trainwrecking]

[Audio]

[The (strategically chosen) audio feed comes in grainy, but the sound of unrestrained crying rings clear. The boy chokes; incomplete words stumble over themselves, dying just past his lips to make way for another agonized sob.]

H-he took my-- the only person w-who ever really loved-- who ever loved me... H-he killed m-my... my most precious p-person...

The other m-me killed her...

[He sniffles, the sound wet and gross.]

P-please don't let that... t-that thing have another chance to live... He's keeping himself alive by hurting others..! [The feed clicks off quickly, cutting off his last cry.]

[Introspective]

[It's a pain to act like this... But you've been revived from death, what? Twice now? I think it's my turn. You're not even fit to keep yourself alive.]

Shadow post: backdated a day or two [video]

[poorlittleblueburdie]

[This Shadow's posting from what looks like just outside a coffee shop somewhere. He's holding a hot cup hot chocolate, blowing at it a bit while he waits for it to cool down; he looks more or less like he always does...

...except even more girlish in appearance than usual. There's something subtly different about his features' shapes, he seems to have more black/dark blue eye makeup on, and his hair's out of its short ponytail and falls in ringlets around his face, despite him having attempted to tuck it behind his long ears.

He doesn't look happy, though he isn't looking up from blowing at his drink, eye color hidden by his eyelashes.]

So everyone has a duplicate of themselves running around this place now, it seems. And they've been causing problems for real people, the ones they resemble. Mine... well, my other self here is a liar. It seems he's been outright lying to everyone about almost everything.

And I think everyone here knows me well enough to know I'm no fighter; I've never trained a day in my life. So I'm going to need some help getting rid of him. Would anyone be so kind as to assist me?