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

[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.