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

[theyregooddogs]

And getting a blade coming down on you for constantly sticking your neck out is so much better?

Re: THE CELL

[rollplayinghouse]

That hasn't happened yet.

Re: THE CELL

[theyregooddogs]

Can't say you aren't expecting it, though. Just consider all this a worthy risk. Better to die on your own terms, fighting your own fight, right?

Re: THE CELL

[rollplayinghouse]

No, not at all. I thought something like that just once. During all the graying.

Right now I actually have a plan I'm reasonably confident is at least worth trying. I'm not expecting to die.

Re: THE CELL

[theyregooddogs]

Before you got to switch.

Not going to ask what it is. But you really think you're not going to have trouble with whatever you're hoping to get into?