side: hell

[idolpro]

[ The light which spread everywhere intensifies, gaining not just brightness but color. It focuses with its intensity, golden lines swarming your vision. And where the gold coalesces, it leaves space between with a black that opens out like a sea, sweeping across your vision as your eyes adjust until you can see the truth of your new surroundings.

The golden bars are not the gates that welcomed you in.

They're the bars to a cell you've been dumped in with your unfortunate compatriots. A cell that sits in an inky sea of darkness, broken up not by light across objects in your vision but by brilliant colors each so solid that the darkness cannot cover them up. And, in your vision, guarding the cage is a figure, with six wings, each as golden as the bars. Their eyes are a milky expanse of white-blue light, emanating outwards, like they've caught you in headlights.

A jailer's keyring sits at their waist. ]

Comments

Re: THE CELL

[stakesthesame]

There's always the chance that they actually ARE angels, just... corrupted. Fallen. Whatever you wanna call it.

Who's Pythia?

Re: THE CELL

[rollplayinghouse]

[after a beat of surprise]

...Exael's boss. Prince of Lies.

Re: THE CELL

[stakesthesame]

Huh, okay.

[ pls hold talking to intensity, ]

... Intensity says I should try using my call to talk to Pythia. Or Exael. Since "angels" are their domain.

Re: THE CELL

[rollplayinghouse]

[Maki also talks to Intensity. After saving him from having his mech arm skewered by a bar.]

Mm, I was thinking of Pythia too. I already had some other things I wanted to say to her, if we could actually get in contact. We can both try, and see if we get conflicting information, which might be useful. Or you can try Exael.