CAPTIVE GAME: LiliS & Eichi

[idolpro]

[ You're in a room with no doors or windows, about the size of a living room. Depending on how many of you are around, it might feel a little cramped. The walls and ceiling are draped with fabrics, the floor covered in colorful rugs and piles of sitting cushions, but you can see the dirt ground and untreated wood walls peeking through in places. There are three or so oil lamps to light the space, each placed on a stump-like round little table that isn't big enough to hold much else. It's kind of cozy, but...

Most of the cushions are embroidered with an array of colors, but there's one pillow in particular, set aside from the rest, that's one solid color – Iris's position color. ]

Comments

[syckophant]

At least someone has sense.

[Even if that someone has an axe. In his body. And dropped one of his wings.]

[flamecursed]

Hmm. Brace yourself, then.

[ Not like that's gonna help, though. Whenever it seems like there's a good moment, she's going to pry her axe free of his body, though she doesn't turn away from the inevitable blood that comes with it. ]

[syckophant]

[So it hurt going in. It hurt being stuck there. It hurt being sit on and having his arm twisted, but the axe being pulled out is everything. The pain is renewed, and blood flows freely, and Eichi... is a delicate idol boy.

He does not remain conscious for even a SECOND LONGER, because. Most of the adrenaline is gone so everything rushes to him so hard.]

[worthathousand]

[ Watching the fresh gout of blood, and Edelweiss's collected reaction. And Eichi passing out, too.

A short sigh, then she drops to one knee and begins working to staunch that blood as well. ]

That was well done. I hadn't realized I was no longer the only trained combatant here.
Fetch me some of that fabric, though, please? [ gesturing her chin towards the various drapery ]

We might as well try to keep this mess from getting any worse.

[flamecursed]

I suppose it just came naturally.

[ Though it feels weird to say that.

She's going to go cut some free, returning with a bundle in her arms. ]

[worthathousand]

[ Is that weird to say? She wouldn't know. ]

Would you believe me if I told you that my first sense of a weapon in my hand came from an icicle? —In this place, I mean.

[ accepting the fabric bundle, then finding a frayed edge to allow her to rip off a narrow strip ]