Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2020-02-20 01:32 pm
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Shrike's Heart (#3)

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
unbr8kable: (dot dot dot)

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[personal profile] unbr8kable 2020-02-21 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
...Lemme talk to 'im. Just 'cause we been doing this messy so far don't mean we gotta do it messy forever. We're trying to take down their army anyways, right? They come to us, saves us some time.

[Starts walking for this manor]

--Do something with all these bodies, okay? Burn 'em or something.

Re: THE BATTLEFIELD

[personal profile] handpuppets 2020-02-21 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ the soldier nods, crisply. ]

We'll clean up the ones we can.

[ and then you head into the city. ]