Shrike's Heart (#3)

[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: > START

[irregular]

They dragged you here, too? Fuck.

... Where is here, anyway?

Re: > START

[420blazeit]

I... I don't know.

[ she looks around. ]

It looks like it might have been a graveyard of sorts, if they stopped caring about proper burial. [ frowns at that. ]

Re: > START

[irregular]

Or a massacre.

[Could always be that.]

Fuck. We should get out of here.

Re: > START

[420blazeit]

Might be a good idea.

It doesn't seem like the sort of place you're supposed to linger in besides...

Let's get going. [ time to follow the sound of water. ]

Re: > START

[irregular]

Yeah...

I'm going to see if I can find a knife.

[This does not appear to be a particularly tall order.]

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[420blazeit]

[ not at all...

she has a few swords, because she'd rather not let something get into knife range... though there's not much of a difference between the two. ]

Do you know where we are?