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

[theyregooddogs]

That is a gross misinterpretation. But the assumption is correct; no, I don't have any abilities. Just here to keep someone alive if they aren't meant to be immediately dead.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Fair enough.

[Quieter:]

Well, with what we do have, we should be able to manage something if we were down at least one guard. Two's a bit much to handle.

[theyregooddogs]

I'm not attacking guards. I'm not attacking anyone.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[You're such a spoilsport, John]

Then until both leave.

If that even happens.

[theyregooddogs]

We have ideologically different goals. If you want a plan to work, don't include me in it.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Well then a word of advice if we have to part ways.

[Lowers his voice somewhat. Not really too much of a secret if the guards are listening after the stunt he pulled]

The runes on the floor are the power source. Both in Heaven. And in Hell.

People lie. Technology doesn't.

[theyregooddogs]

Yeah, I know how circuitry works. Can't stray far, even if it's magical.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[...

And just starts laughing]

Of course. Even magic has to follow some rules. Else this would all be anarchy.

[theyregooddogs]

And heaven forbid anarchy.

[fake smile get]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Yes. Well. No wonder they lost.

So what was behind door #1?

[theyregooddogs]

A phone. Debated calling a higher up but talked with Silver, instead. Fail safe option.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Which means that that information has now been passed to Silver's inner circle.

Good.]

For a worse case scenario.

You are a cautious one.

[theyregooddogs]

With this group? Someone has to be.