Shrike's Heart (#1)

[idolpro]

The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.

It's not quite a happy smile.

"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."

You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—

—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.

> Wake Up

Comments

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[handpuppets]

I'm not really a battlefield guy, I'm usually the "fix all the other problems" guy!

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[syncintohell]

I believe I have already taken care of this problem to my liking. You are free to help me dismantle the manor, otherwise I recommend you find some other way to spend your time.

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[handpuppets]

Nah, that's not really part of my orders. I got some other unfinished business to tie up around here, so if you'll get off your high horse, I'll get about that.

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[syncintohell]

I do not own a horse, nor have I ridden within any of my memories.

[ Crosses his arms, but very well, sighs and gestures him to go about his business.

He can dismantle the mansion on his own. ]

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[handpuppets]

[ anyway this fucko heads off... somewhere. no one's really excited to stick around the mansion, so you tear it apart with your own two hands.

when that's done, perhaps it's time to move along. ]