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Who: Lydia Martin + Regina Mills
Where: A hallway near a dead body. Third floor
When: After about the third murder
Rating: PG?
Summary: A person dies, the banshee screams. A Queen gets tired of the noise
The Story:

[ It was happening again. This time Lydia had her explanation for it, she knew that she wasn't going crazy (even if it still felt it), but it didn't make the feeling any better. Waking up screaming, or just having the uncontrollable urge during whatever she was doing to scream. And then the wandering came. The fugue state that she couldn't stop nor snap out of, and there the body was.

She wasn't always alone this time, sometimes someone else was there, having discovered the body first or had come along after. This time Lydia was alone, the body laid in front of her and she didn't need to check that it was dead. She knew that anyway, that a banshee was an alert for near-death, or in these cases after death. But with the horrific scene in front of her... there was no doubt about it.

Lydia was about to text Stiles when she saw the other woman, telling him that it had happened again. She'd promised to let him know any time it happened - not really for the bodies but for her. If she was out wandering the mansion alone? Especially after what had happened with the angels? Someone had to know. But that would have to wait just for now. Being found with a dead body... it wasn't good. Not when she kept popping up, either ]

[ Just so she knew. Even if it wasn't the most convincing thing just to say it ]

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[The murders were one thing, Regina's no stranger to anything of the sort. Not even the gore factor is anything new, in her time as Queen she witnessed countless horrible deaths.

The screaming, however, at least this screaming is new. Keeping a full prison taught her how to ignore the screams of a tortured soul, but this isn't normal. It's something else entirely, and each new scream rings in her ears. Makes her want to do something, an entirely unwelcome feeling. The first two times she tries to ignore it, briefly remembers hearing screams when the statues were rampaging through the mansion.

But each one affects her more and more until finally she snaps, stalking out of her room and trying to find the source. It doesn't take her long to find Lydia, a carefully sculpted eyebrow raised at her quick response.]

No, it wasn't. But the screaming is your fault, isn't it?

[Just what are you, Lydia Martin?]

[ That she hadn't expected. Lydia had expected that her comment be brushed off in favour of focus on the body near them, particularly if it was someone that the woman knew, or a rebuff of what she'd claimed - that it was her. But Lydia got neither of those things and instead something that had happened before either of them were even there. Her scream.

Lydia looked at her for a moment, a little confused. The woman had sounded certain of that fact, as if she knew rather than was guessing about it. Maybe she did - Stiles, Allison... everyone from home that was here seemed to know what she was, maybe this woman had somehow found out too ]

I screamed.

[ It's an admission that it was her, and at the same time not a full one. She's not admitting to being a banshee, nor to screaming at every death. Just this one. She'd rather know what this woman knows first and why she's certain. Maybe she'd been nearby and heard her rather than knowing everything ]

Finding a dead body wasn't what I'd planned on doing today.

[ Especially one this horrific ]

[Regina couldn't care less about the body slowly cooling nearby, she's been closer to corpses before. Usually because she killed them, but that's neither here nor there. The fact of the matter is, there's something far more interesting than the grizzled corpse of one of their fellow residents.

Regina takes a moment to give Lydia a look over. She knows physical size means nothing when it comes to power, or being something other than pure human. And for a brief moment, she wonders if she was wrong. If the source of those inhuman screams isn't this girl in front of her.]

I was on the eighth floor when I heard you scream. In a place as big as this, don't you find that a little... odd?

Maybe someone else screamed.

[ Whilst Lydia might be coming to terms with what she was she wasn't quite ready to share it with everyone just yet. Or even just one stranger - sometimes she had to remind herself it was all real ]

I don't have a megaphone, you wouldn't have been able to hear it a few floors away.

Entirely possible, and I don't blame them for it. But...

[And she trails off, as she studies Lydia again. It would be so simple to make her talk, but word would eventually get back to the people who matter. It always does.]

We both know what I heard was no ordinary scream. So you can either tell me why your scream is so... special, or we can continue this back-and-forth until one of us runs out of patience.

[ This was a predicament. Someone knowing, and questioning - knowing that there was something different. Another hadn't quite believed her explanation about her screaming before, but that had been before she'd found out what was going on - about why she screamed. And now she knew, but it didn't stop any of it from happening.

There was a final look, and a quick thought. She was the one that was going to give in - there weren't many more things that she could say in denial without repeating the same weak lie, and it was clear that they both knew it was that exactly ]

Someone died. I screamed. The kind of scream that you can hear everywhere.

[ That they already know. But at least now it was confirmed. Except for the last part - the question part ]

It's what a banshee does.

[Regina, at least, has the decency to look visibly shocked by her answer. She'd heard the tales of the Wailing Woman, not much happened in her kingdom without her hearing about it.

But in true Enchanted Forest fashion, the story doesn't quite match the reality.]

I thought banshees were supposed to scream before someone died. Instead you get to play the role of corpse detector. My sympathies, dear.

[Not that she means it, but she has no reason to be openly hostile.]

But if you're going to scream every single time somebody dies, with the current event we're going to have a problem. [If only they knew.] But perhaps I can be of assistance.

I'm not exactly an expert at this. [ Which sounds odd considering she is the banshee but- ] It's a new thing.

[ Thank you to... whatever (Peter Hale). She was so much happier before this freaky crap happened ]

Yeah, you don't think that I already realise that? [ The one that is screaming and is getting put into danger because she can't not just go out there? ] What could you do?

I can take your voice. [Right down to business, because she is sick of the screaming.] It's a simple spell, you won't even notice it's gone until you try to speak. Or scream.

[She has the fakest smile on her face right now.]

Or if you'd prefer to repeat this every time sometime dies, I'll be on my way.

You can take my voice.

[ No, don't you go anywhere lady. She's not agreeing, more like questioning. It sounds too good to be true, too convenient ]

How. And why?

[ Other than the obvious why ]

Magic.

[And to illustrate her point, an apple appears in her hand in a puff of purple smoke. It's clearly not Wonderland's magic, even that much should be obvious to Lydia.

The apple is then offered to Lydia.]

Because you look like you could use a break. It must be tearing apart your vocal chords.

[Even Lydia has to be able to see through that lie.]

[ Lydia looks at the apple for a moment, the whole display of it all. Apparently she had something ]

I think I'll pass.

[ On the apple, anyway. As for having a rest from the screaming? It would be nice, definitely ]

How do I know you'd even be able to fix it after?

[Regina shrugs, and the apple vanishes much like it appeared.]

You don't.

[Honesty! Hooray!]

But I once took someone's voice and was able to restore it years later. A few days is nothing.

I want an assurance that I would get it back.

[ Because this seems pretty convenient, creepy stranger. And you've not endeared yourself to her yet ]

And quickly.

[Regina rolls her eyes, and in a move that would make a certain imp proud, she conjures a roll of parchment.]

Then we make a deal.

[And this is where she'll get you, Lydia.]

After the event's over, I'll return your voice. Despite Wonderland's size, it's still rather close quarters in the mansion. It's not as if I can disappear with it.

Fine, we'll make a deal.

[ But you better not enjoy this, Regina. You seem shifty ]

Who do I need to ask for to get this back?

[ She's not getting trapped already there. Nope ]

[5 points for Lydia.]

Clever. My name is Regina.

[No last name. But she's the only Regina in the mansion as far as she knows, so she should be easy enough to find. She even helpfully conjures a pen, holding it out for Lydia to take.]

The dotted line, dear.

[ Five points for Ravenclaw!

There's a one- no, two second hesitation before Lydia takes the pen from her. Her expression is determined but actually taking the pen and signing... signing her voice away? It's a big thing. She likes her voice and being able to talk (she'll end up wishing she only asked for the screaming to be taken)

And one, two and L. Martin is on that paper ]

You better look after it.

[She ignores Lydia's remark-- for now, to inspect the signature. Everything appears to be in order, so both the pen and the parchment vanish.

Regina finishes the reference by conjuring a conch shell.]

You have my word. Any last words, Ms. Martin?

I think we got it all.

[ She hopes so. And she hopes that she doesn't think of an all important question right after this is done.

She's so going to regret this ]

Go on then.

[All it takes is a wave of her hand, and the deed is done. A light shines from inside the conch shell briefly, before going out.

With that done, the shell disappears. She did promise to keep it safe, after all.]

Do stay out of trouble, Ms. Martin.

[She turns on her heel, raising her arm in a wave as she begins to walk away.]

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