<span style="font-weight: bold">"Nhnn... No..."</span><br/><br/>Rock Hammer murmured out quietly. It wasn't really directed to Liliana. The voices... The voices were calling out to him. To him. Not just speaking at random, but calling for him. They wanted him to listen to them.<br/><br/>"She comes, sharp knife. Sharp knife to send him to deep temple. They’re leaving at sunrise, headed west. Flay and say my words. Abdul comes again, transportation on the feast of the weaker. Feast for the Deep Temple. Born again, here. What do you think? Let us tally ho! Should we go? Find your home. Find the family. She, she walks. There. THERE. Where there the ones to do rocks and steel for tree and iron. The one who follows and the one who searches. They are she and she is the one you must do find that. The others. The ones who speak, the ones who tell you the ones that finds you THOSE. THE VOICES. WE HEAR THEM."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"No... Silence you..."</span><br/><br/>Rock Hammer stopped what he was doing and slowly began putting his hands to his ears. It was pointless however; the voices were in his head, and covering his ears just trapped them inside. While they were still madly rambling, soon they were starting to become coherent. They stopped talking about other things and were ordering him to leave. At some point, Rock Hammer started speaking. He started talking to them, and they were talking through him.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Listen. You will follow us. No, you will listen to me! I order you to be quiet!</span>I don't want to go! Find the voices, the words they speak, juvenile and weak, the babe who needs to<span style="font-weight: bold">nurse the one who is you the one who her and the one who you will find but I will never! No</span>need this madness leave me be find the voices find me it is she she is the one who has the key the one who know who are we. She... She is<span style="font-weight: bold">out there to the north. Sharp knife, deep in the temple, the body laid to rest but he is here and he will find her and he will go</span>where she is. But she could not be... But she is. Stop it. There is<span style="font-weight: bold">no need but to <span style="font-style: italic">STOP IT</span>!"</span><br/><br/>Gibbering madness Rock Hammer grumbled and mumbled to himself, randomly shouting to get the voices to silence. But They just kept talking, and there were so many of them. He could not talk over them as they continued to bombard his sense with their demands.<br/><br/>"Find her find her find her find her find her<span style="font-weight: bold">find her find her find er finder finder finder."</span><br/><br/>Rock Hammer began to quietly mumble their demands, slowly giving in. The voices were never this pushy most of the time, baring the few exceptions where they were trying to steer in him some direction. He stumbled onto his feet, his eyes glassy and unfocused. It was like he was dazed. Even his steps were uneven, barely able to avoid most everyone. He hit his head against the ceiling and door frame. Without his usual coordination he couldn't squeeze through, and instead pressed his shoulders against the ground and simply forced his way out, warping the door frame and causing one side of the shack to groan. If Rock Hammer had gone through a wall he was liable to have collapsed the whole building.<br/><br/>Falling onto all fours Rock Hammer didn't know what he was doing. The voices were ordering him to move but... They didn't know where to go. As he struggled too his feet he saw the world outside his body, saw him change... Saw what was in<a class="postlink" href="https://25.media.tumblr.com/07a92b24f91b56fda8a15e84505b3645/tumblr_n1hwosBvSV1su6eopo6_1280.gif">his head</a>.<span style="font-weight: bold">"This can't be real."</span>He said to himself. He looked nothing like that. But those things in the background? He was trying to follow them. Up. Up. Left. Down. Right. Left. Left. Anarchy? Start. Rock Hammer essentially walked into everything on the street, dragging his body against the wall towards the market place. Most everyone had the intelligence to avoid him, as he began to ramble and speak of dark things. Some sort of black speech as he found his destination towards the market.<br/><br/>There he saw them. Emanating from a body, like echoes from the deep. He looked so young, so... Bare. There was an innocence in it that made it full of potential and without the corruption and taint that Rock Hammer had. He edged closer. It was like a virgin, pure and untouched. It was not like him, filthy and sinful without redemption. The voices of her were new and naive, yet they have not yet wronged her. And Rock Hammer's voices were reaching out to them. But Rock Hammer was their herald, and he spoke their message in a low, but audible tone.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Find her. Take them. Become one."</span>Despite looking like he was struggling to even stand still, Rock Hammer moved towards the three figures (Viktor, Darren, & Niko) and stood head and shoulders above them. His breathing was heavy and drool had started coming out from his mouth. There was a low growling noise that was either coming from the back of his throat or from the pits of his stomach. Rock Hammer didn't even know what he was doing but following the voices.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"They come. Leave here. Follow me."</span>