A not so private message:
Feb. 21st, 2023 10:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Fairly early on, but not too early. Once things are at least temporarily secure and she's got enough security to even try. The message is, of course, garbled at best and... not at all private like she'd intended. {Translation on hover}]
Jayce.
Things are f̸̘̅u̷͉͘ź̸̥z̸͘͜y̸̤̾,̴͔̃ strange... I pray t̵͉̊h̷͖͊i̶͍̚s̷͑ͅ ̶̪͛r̵̩͌ẹ̷̒á̸̤c̷̯̆ḥ̵̔ȅ̷̗s̸̪̊ ̶͖̋y̵̖̓ŏ̷̱ũ̸̢.̵̖̊ ̵̠̕O̷͖̽r̸͇̔ ̸̖̀a̵̪͝ṋ̴̽y̸̟͛ǫ̴͊n̴̞͠ȇ̸͈ ̴̲͋a̵̘̋t̵͔͊ ̵͕̑a̷̞̍ĺ̵̬l̷͕̚,̵̙͐ ̸̫̈́b̷͎͗ủ̵̮t̵̩̎ ̵̘̀I̸̥̓ have to try.
I don't know where [...] taken. Or by whom.
Strange [...] masks. Ritualistic. Premeditated.
We're b̵̯͠e̴͍̎ǐ̸͎n̸͇̏g̵̤̉ ̶̮̅ḥ̷͑ẹ̶̽l̴̥͛d̸̎ͅ ̷̺͝ǐ̶͉n̴̺̈ ̵̩̃w̴͎͂h̴͚̆a̷͙̿ẗ̵̗́ ̶̢̾s̸̓͜e̸̛̲e̵̼͋m̷̤͘ṡ̵͕ ̵̛̜t̴͖͐o̷͗ͅ ̸͎̒b̵̛͚ę̵̎ a pit of sorts. [...] underground?
There's no sky.
Everything smells o̸͇̔͑͝f̴̼̃ ̸͕͒ͅd̴̩̬͑̓ͅḙ̴̱̇ả̴̡͆t̸̗̱̲͒̚ḩ̷̘̃̎̎ͅ ̴̠̐͒ã̵̡̢͝n̵̫̖̟͂̉d̴̤̈̂ ̶͉̌͐͝d̷̦͙̽e̸̻̳̠͆̓͠ć̶̦̅͝á̸̱y̶͍̏̔.̴͉̙̙̉ Even the undercity never [...] this bad.
I don't know h̵̗̾͌o̸̢͗w̷͕̑͗ ̵̪̏m̸͙͍̃u̵̢͑ć̵̭ḧ̷̗͠ ̸͓͍͒͝t̵̨̧͊i̶̹͒͠m̴͗͜è̸͚̮̿ ̵̠̰͌͠h̸̼̠̉͋â̷̦̫s̸̞̋ ̸̘̉p̵͓͂a̴̧͇͗́s̸̝̞͗s̶̲͈̄ȩ̴͛d̷̫̊̾.̵̪͊̀ͅ ̴̼̉̅T̵̬̄͝h̵̥̭͋ē̴̗r̸͖̽ë̵̙́̒'̴͖̌s̶̭͓̀͐ no easy way to track it.
I don't [...] how long I ẉ̸̘̒a̷̲̗̋ṣ̵̠̬̏́ ̸͓͒o̴̼̯̰̅͝͝u̵̢̨̐͘ẗ̵̗̳́͋.̶͙̣̥̓
Know that [...] well. Ö̷̩̫́̎̓ͅr̸̹͈̓̀ ̵̛̻̠a̸̡̙̟̓͊́s̸̲̠͙̅̊̀ ̷̧̨͛ẉ̶̇e̴̜̔ͅl̵̰̦͖̈́̎l̷̝̰̐ ̵̻̦̼̌̽̚a̵̻̐̿s̶̭̦̾̉ ̶͔͆͂͛c̵̪̋͌͝a̸͇͉̋̔͜n̷͇̈͊̎ ̸̳̯̐̍b̵͓̯͍͌̔ë̵̪̻́̀ ̵̟̟̌̓͌͜c̷̢͇̘͗͛ó̵̭̆n̵̝͚̘̓̈́͑s̴̡͚̤͛ḯ̵̱̿d̶̨͝͝e̵͙͗̊̀r̴̨͚̼͗i̷̤͕̋͋n̴̪̫̲̒̒g̵̛̠̾.̶̡̥̞͗͘͝<
There are others.
This is [...] at all.
Feeling hunted instead. Ì̶̛̱̟̬͐ṯ̸̞̞́'̷̬͇̖̆s̴̭̣̮͐́ ̵̢͚́ǹ̴̘ö̶̱̻̤́t̸͇̒́ ̷̲̦̀̋̓p̵̤̭̗̅̐̊l̷̪̰̬̾̐͋ę̵̱̎̾̓a̸͎͑s̸̳͙̓ḁ̶̰̎n̷̝͋̈t̴̡̥̃͌.̸̤͘
Tell Vi.........
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Jayce.
Things are f̸̘̅u̷͉͘ź̸̥z̸͘͜y̸̤̾,̴͔̃ strange... I pray t̵͉̊h̷͖͊i̶͍̚s̷͑ͅ ̶̪͛r̵̩͌ẹ̷̒á̸̤c̷̯̆ḥ̵̔ȅ̷̗s̸̪̊ ̶͖̋y̵̖̓ŏ̷̱ũ̸̢.̵̖̊ ̵̠̕O̷͖̽r̸͇̔ ̸̖̀a̵̪͝ṋ̴̽y̸̟͛ǫ̴͊n̴̞͠ȇ̸͈ ̴̲͋a̵̘̋t̵͔͊ ̵͕̑a̷̞̍ĺ̵̬l̷͕̚,̵̙͐ ̸̫̈́b̷͎͗ủ̵̮t̵̩̎ ̵̘̀I̸̥̓ have to try.
I don't know where [...] taken. Or by whom.
Strange [...] masks. Ritualistic. Premeditated.
We're b̵̯͠e̴͍̎ǐ̸͎n̸͇̏g̵̤̉ ̶̮̅ḥ̷͑ẹ̶̽l̴̥͛d̸̎ͅ ̷̺͝ǐ̶͉n̴̺̈ ̵̩̃w̴͎͂h̴͚̆a̷͙̿ẗ̵̗́ ̶̢̾s̸̓͜e̸̛̲e̵̼͋m̷̤͘ṡ̵͕ ̵̛̜t̴͖͐o̷͗ͅ ̸͎̒b̵̛͚ę̵̎ a pit of sorts. [...] underground?
There's no sky.
Everything smells o̸͇̔͑͝f̴̼̃ ̸͕͒ͅd̴̩̬͑̓ͅḙ̴̱̇ả̴̡͆t̸̗̱̲͒̚ḩ̷̘̃̎̎ͅ ̴̠̐͒ã̵̡̢͝n̵̫̖̟͂̉d̴̤̈̂ ̶͉̌͐͝d̷̦͙̽e̸̻̳̠͆̓͠ć̶̦̅͝á̸̱y̶͍̏̔.̴͉̙̙̉ Even the undercity never [...] this bad.
I don't know h̵̗̾͌o̸̢͗w̷͕̑͗ ̵̪̏m̸͙͍̃u̵̢͑ć̵̭ḧ̷̗͠ ̸͓͍͒͝t̵̨̧͊i̶̹͒͠m̴͗͜è̸͚̮̿ ̵̠̰͌͠h̸̼̠̉͋â̷̦̫s̸̞̋ ̸̘̉p̵͓͂a̴̧͇͗́s̸̝̞͗s̶̲͈̄ȩ̴͛d̷̫̊̾.̵̪͊̀ͅ ̴̼̉̅T̵̬̄͝h̵̥̭͋ē̴̗r̸͖̽ë̵̙́̒'̴͖̌s̶̭͓̀͐ no easy way to track it.
I don't [...] how long I ẉ̸̘̒a̷̲̗̋ṣ̵̠̬̏́ ̸͓͒o̴̼̯̰̅͝͝u̵̢̨̐͘ẗ̵̗̳́͋.̶͙̣̥̓
Know that [...] well. Ö̷̩̫́̎̓ͅr̸̹͈̓̀ ̵̛̻̠a̸̡̙̟̓͊́s̸̲̠͙̅̊̀ ̷̧̨͛ẉ̶̇e̴̜̔ͅl̵̰̦͖̈́̎l̷̝̰̐ ̵̻̦̼̌̽̚a̵̻̐̿s̶̭̦̾̉ ̶͔͆͂͛c̵̪̋͌͝a̸͇͉̋̔͜n̷͇̈͊̎ ̸̳̯̐̍b̵͓̯͍͌̔ë̵̪̻́̀ ̵̟̟̌̓͌͜c̷̢͇̘͗͛ó̵̭̆n̵̝͚̘̓̈́͑s̴̡͚̤͛ḯ̵̱̿d̶̨͝͝e̵͙͗̊̀r̴̨͚̼͗i̷̤͕̋͋n̴̪̫̲̒̒g̵̛̠̾.̶̡̥̞͗͘͝<
There are others.
This is [...] at all.
Feeling hunted instead. Ì̶̛̱̟̬͐ṯ̸̞̞́'̷̬͇̖̆s̴̭̣̮͐́ ̵̢͚́ǹ̴̘ö̶̱̻̤́t̸͇̒́ ̷̲̦̀̋̓p̵̤̭̗̅̐̊l̷̪̰̬̾̐͋ę̵̱̎̾̓a̸͎͑s̸̳͙̓ḁ̶̰̎n̷̝͋̈t̴̡̥̃͌.̸̤͘
Tell Vi.........
[And then it cuts out entirely, message truncated.]