The Prophet's Songbird

Sing praise to the songbird, for he is the protector of our precious lamb. [indie rp blog for a human Songbird. read the info page for more info. Reading the guidelines page is cool, too.]

[therpmemeteam]

Send ‘What Happened Next?’ for my muse to tell yours a horror story.

Alternately, send ‘It Was a Dark and Stormy Night’ to get my muses attention and tell them one

[thehumansongbird]

[im feeling inspired to clean up this blog especially since i have no more bad feels about roleplaying on this blog. i wont be deleting old posts (except for ones i made previous to this) but just keep in mind i wont be on this blog often since its not the blog im on often. but i really love the idea of this muse and wanna keep going with it.]

[thehumansongbird]

[if I owe you a reply please let me know]

[thegxtherer]

[thegxtherer]

thegxtherer:

                                     I dream of the sea,

                                     There’s no rapture for me…                                                  

[rapturessweetheart-deactivated2]

“Well, gee! If that ain’t swell, I dunno what is!” laughed Roland merrily as he continued to follow in tow.

“Say uh, pal? Where ya headed now? I know I must sound like a pest but this’ll let me know if’n I should keep followin’ you ‘r not!”

[thehumansongbird]

Jason nodded, smiling softly. It was unique of him, but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to brag. “I’m heading to the Lutece’s.” Jason answered, “They have a...job position for me and I was seriously considering taking it.”

[cubism-as-medicine-blog]

There was no need to physically study the girl, as he’d already done that Tuesday morning. He visited her about once a week, sometimes more if it was ordered. It was just the mandatory inspection to make sure the guardian hadn’t injured her…or she hadn’t injured herself too grievously. Children were rowdy and didn’t always know the better. Such was often the case with Elizabeth; having been confined only to the tower, despite having only text and visual knowledge of the outside world, he found she was restless much of the time.

His time with her was brief, asking her just a few routine, general “how are you feeling?” questions. Having been confirmed by her that everything was fine, he bid her a good day and exited the library, all while under the watchful eye of Songbird.

“Well, everything seems to check out fine. And as you can see, I have caused no harm or ill towards the girl.” Placing his hat on his head and his arms through his coat, he then hefted up his medical bag. “And everything was as it should be. I’ll be taking my leave now, so you needn’t worry about me further. Until next week, that is when I come back to check up on the girl. Good day, Mr. Songbird. Be well.”

[thehumansongbird]

Songbird eyed the man as he studied the girl. Songbird knew to stay out of his way, and knew it would be dangerous if he even tried to intervene. He was already on thin ice with Father Comstock, and he knew it. The Father was always afraid that Songbird would take her and run, letting her explore the outside world and exposing her to the False Shepherd. Songbird never understood why the Father would put someone in charge of his daughter if he didn’t trust them, but quickly shook the thought away.

Elizabeth answered the man’s questions as she normally did, eyeing Songbird and giving him a smile. As if to relieve his worries. She was always good at reading Songbird, and very smart. Songbird gave her a small smile as the pair left.

“I am aware you wouldn’t, but I still should expect the worst.” Songbird replied, watching as the man prepared to leave. “I won’t worry too much about it.” Songbird smiled, “Good day to you too.” Songbird opened the door for the man and closed it after he left, sighing softly. Gods he wished he didn’t have to go through this again.

[cubism-as-medicine-blog]

“Hm…you’re quite the artist. If she continues at this rate, I suspect we’ll have another Da Vinci in no time.” In truth, the doctor was inwardly jealous. Songbird was fairly talented and it made Steinman just a bit envious. Art was something he’d wished he had studied when he was younger and absorbing all the knowledge he could. Medicine had been his chosen profession in the end but there were often times he wished that had changed.

“Do you know where Miss Elizabeth is at the moment? I’d like to check on her for a moment, if that’s something you’ll permit.” Dr. Steinman was determined to do whatever he wanted regardless with Songbird’s answer, but he still took to asking. The other was obviously stronger and was designed to protect the girl at all cost…but Steinman was one of the girl’s physicians. If anyone had a right to check on her, it would be him.

[thehumansongbird]

Songbird chuckled, shaking his head. “No, I won’t become the next Da Vinci.” Songbird sighed, “I don’t plan on selling my art.” Songbird smiled at the doctor. He felt that comment was genuine, which surprised him. Many of the doctors disapproved of his...artistic talent. They thought that he was putting impressions on the child, though he didn’t. He often wondered why doctors disliked art so much, though he figured he shouldn’t ask.

“I believe she may be in the library.” Songbird said. She could also be in his room. He’d often find her hiding in his walk-in closet, waiting for him to find her. It was a little game she’d play, to test his location skills. Songbird had a strong feeling that the girl was in the library, so he didn’t bother mentioning it. Songbird was glad that he’d asked, and felt relieved when he had.

One of the many things that irritated Songbird about the physicians was their belief that they had a right to her. He knew they were only here to care for her, but he was here to protect her. For all intents and purposes, he was the girl’s guardian, not them.

[cubism-as-medicine-blog]

So far, nothing had changed with regards to the girl’s room. Still cluttered with books, toys, and small contraptions she’d built out of this and that. The walls were still covered in drawings and paintings she and her guardian had made, though perhaps a bit more since his last visit. She was a fascinating subject and one he had grown quite fond it. Though, he always wondered how she’d act in an environment surrounded by other people. Common people…not doctors or bodyguards or family members.

“Ah, yes. Everything is as I left it. Though with a few additional drawings, I see.” He smiles at Songbird. “Did you do some of these? Or do we have another Da Vinci on our hands?” The notion isn’t too absurd; Elizabeth was beginning to show many signs of being a prodigy in quite a few fields. After deeming everything to his liking, and noting no notable physical aggression from the other, Steinman saw fit to move on.

“Where to next? How about the room where she typically eats her meals? I might as well check to see if everything is clean and suitable.”

[thehumansongbird]

Songbird opened his eyes when Steinman spoke. He watched the man poke around her room, feeling more relaxed. She wasn’t there. She was probably up in the library. Songbird watched as the man smiled, wincing back.“I’ve drawn most of them.” Songbird said, “She’s getting better at drawing by looking at mine.”Songbird nodded, gesturing for Steinman to go ahead of him. It was one of his few habits for protecting the girl, in the most passive way. He could keep his eye on Steinman easily, without necessarily provoking him.

[lamb-led-astray-blog-deactivate]

The young girl's hands trembled and her mouth went dry as the desert, stomach twisting into uncomfortable knots of anxiety, the pulse of her blood steadily rushing in her ears. Elizabeth felt like she was going to be sick. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing Songbird say. Her arms defensively crossed over her chest, lips parting open then shutting again. What could she say?

She had gone so very long without really knowing who she was, where she came from, and why, WHY, she had to live in isolation. And even in light of this revelation, assuming it was true, Elizabeth didn’t feel any closer to understanding anything about herself. If she was truly kidnapped, why her? What cruel twist of fate had led to her being seperated from her real parents?

Elizabeth sucked in a deep breath and her bewilderment gradually calcified into determined resolve. If Songbird was willing to investigate the situation for her than she should take advantage of it. Perhaps the more information they uncovered about her origins the more sympathetic her guardian would be towards her plight. She could retire her hairpins and lockpicks and he would see that it wasn’t right to keep her here. Wouldn’t that be wonderful? “Go ahead then. Find out all you can on the matter.” The girl spoke quietly, but there was a slight harsh undertone to her voice and a fleeting glimmer of willfulness in her eyes. Elizabeth picked up her utensils, tilting her head curiously and frowning. “So who is the Fitzroy person? And why would they kill Lady Comstock?”

[thehumansongbird]

Songbird nodded. He’d begin investigating after they’d eaten, taking a few more bites of his dinner. He watched as she processed the information, sighing softly to himself. He knew it would be too much for her, but he swore to her he wouldn’t lie. And he didn’t. He felt this was the beginning to the repair of their relationship, though he coudl have been wrong. Her quiet voice bothered him, but he said nothing on the matter.

Fitzroy. Songbird didn’t want to touch that subject. He didn’t know much, other than what everyone had spoken about. “Daisy Fitzroy worked for Comstock.” Songbird explained, “When Lady Comstock was alive I’d see Daisy nearby. I’d assume she was a servant. The story goes that one night, while she was praying, strangled the woman. Daisy is notorious for trying to end discrimination among the black and Irish communities here, and would stop at nothing to do so.”

Songbird paused for a moment, sighing again. He rubbed his forehead, trying to gather his thoughts. “I don’t know why she would have killed Lady Comstock, and I don’t even know if Comstock speaks the truth about it. It all seems too perfect. She’s the bad guy, Comstock is the victim. Besides, her and Lady Comstock seemed close whenever I saw them.”

[spookedjournalist]

Miles settled down in the seat, taking the coffee that was poured for him. “So how long have you been living in Rapture? Its only been like two years for me. A little too long if you ask me.”

[thehumansongbird]

“I’ve lived here since I moved here, in around 1948.” Songbird sighed, “It was much different then, less crazy.” He wished he’d never moved some days, but he didn’t say that. He leaned against a nearby wall, still listening for if he was needed elsewhere.

[thehumansongbird]

“Why yes. In fact, I might as well give you my entire life story!”

[thatnecrobeau-archived]

“So should I leave now or while you’re rattling on?”

[thehumansongbird]

“Well, I see you have yet to pick up on my style of sarcasm.”

[duraance-archive]

She searched her mind for that memory, but came up empty. She didn’t recall that ever happening, but Elizabeth trusted him not to lie to her. Why would he make up something so cruel? “But I’m older and healthy now,” she insisted. “I’m positive we can think of a way out. He can’t keep us here forever.” Her heart felt ready to burst from her chest as she considered their chances. If they were quick enough, if they left Columbia hastily, Comstock would never have to know. Then, soon enough, the Prophet would realize that his poor, sweet lamb had run away with a shepherd of her own, far away from his evil influence. “What if we went at night? You do have a key, don’t you?” No one below would recognize her, and Comstock wouldn’t realize their absence while he was away in bed, sleeping.

“Come on, for once, let’s make our own choices.”

[thehumansongbird]

Songbird watched Elizabeth with care. Escaping would sound easier than it would be done. “You are.” Songbird said, “And you’d probably be more likely to hold your own out there.” Songbird paused when she mentioned finding a way out. He’d longed to. He wanted to take her away from here, but where in Columbia could they go? “He can’t. I know he can’t.” Songbird agreed.

“Going at night would be wise.” Songbird said, “I do still have the key.”

Songbird’s heart was pounding. Choosing for himself seemed scary, but he’d still be protecting Elizabeth. He’d be sheltering her from everything. However, he was also terrified of being caught. He wouldn’t be able to guard her if they were; in fact he’d be killed.

[thatnecrobeau-archived]

“You’re one of those people that open up way too easy, huh?”

[thehumansongbird]

“Why yes. In fact, I might as well give you my entire life story!”

[lamb-led-astray-blog-deactivate]

Her fork slipped out of her fingers and clattered onto her dinner plate at Songbird’s response. People died because of her?! The thought was appalling and  Elizabeth’s features contorted into a look of both confusion and horror at the answer to what she thought was a simple question. “‘What?!” The single word hissed past her lips filled with incredulous anger.

”Of course a human being can’t be conceived and born in that short amount of time! It isn’t even remotely biologically possible!” Elizabeth exclaimed. The individuals that kept the girl locked away in her Tower had been careful to censor what she read, but she did have some books that outlined basic human anatomy and biology. And there was nothing in them that even hinted that such a fallacy could be true. And Lady Comstock?! Dead?

Her restless mind was reeling from what she had just learned and she couldn’t suppress the flood of emotions that came bubbling to the surface at the unknown and potentially sinister possibilities of her origins.

"Why?! How could anyone kidnap a child?! Why wouldn’t they just have one of their own?"

[thehumansongbird]

Songbird figured he’d said too much when she dropped her fork. He placed his hand over his mouth, watching her nervously. He’d said too much. He knew that Comstock wouldn’t be coming for him, but he didn’t like worrying Elizabeth. She needed to know, though.

Songbird nodded at what she said. “I figured you’d know that much.” Songbird admitted, “Kidnapping is only for those who can’t have their own children. So, if I had to guess, Comstock or Lady Comstock couldn’t conceive. Their only alternative was taking you.”

Songbird sighed again, choosing his words carefully, “I know you’re confused by this. It’s very well that if you bring it up with Comstock, he’ll just tell you that you were adopted. You very well could have been, but...Why would he try to hide an adoption? Hence why I say kidnapped. If you bring up Lady Comstock, Father Comstock will stick to the story that Fitzroy killed her. If you like, I could try to gain solid information.”

[weelittlepatrick-blog]

“I’ll do it.” The boy offered without hesitation. He even went so far as to start rolling up his sleeve. He wasn’t spliced yet, but he was nearly a grown up anyway. if he had to get a couple of Plasmids to fix the little girls that seemed fair. Besides, his friends would think he was so cool if he showed up with Incinerate or something.

Patrick was easy to convince as a rule. He wasn’t a parasite, he was sure, but he liked to fix things. He liked to save people. Like his father. Little Sisters are actually little girls? Ok. Time to save them. A knight in shining armor to save the day. That would be him. And then the girls would owe him a favor.

“It… ain’t right… right? T’ let ‘em be all creepy’n stuff… Don’t their Mum’s miss ‘em?”

[thehumansongbird]

Tenenbaum smiled at the child and patted his head. “I can’t give it to you, either. You’re too young. I appreciate your desire to help.”

Jason smiled at the lad as well. His willingness to help was also admirable. Jason had done almost the exact same thing when Tenenbaum mentioned the plasmid, but just like with him she refused. He would have gone and gotten a plasmid just to get this one, but he didn’t want to rely on ADAM for the rest of his life.

“You can help, though.” Jason said, “You can get into these places fairly easily, right?”

[thatnecrobeau-archived]

“Oh, you’re done?”

He shoves his hands in his pockets in desperate search.

“Thought you were gonna tell me your whole life story.”

[thehumansongbird]

“I’m sorry that most wish to connect to others by sharing personal stories, though you are too busy to care.” Jason replied sarcastically, “I pity your plight.”

[brittsmemes]

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