[ okay well blue hung up on them because you said the door was open and she’s busy going “what the fuck”, so she’s unaware you’re all going to get eaten.
negotiating doesn’t seem to be on the table. n fact, it just makes them uneasy, and one of them attempts to claw at the wood in marcoh’s hand. which, also, yes it feels like burning.
it is your fault, isn’t it siffrin? you dreamt them, these little things that hid in the corners of your mind. the ones you tried to ignore, the ones you don’t want to remember. but you should remember, shouldn’t you? how would you feel if you were pushed aside when you were no longer needed? like you didn’t matter nearly as much as you thought.
you wouldn’t like it very much, would you….?
and now here you are, the actions of your consequences, of thinking you could buy their loyalty by keeping things to yourself and protecting them. who are you protecting, exactly?
the creature closest to marcoh turns, and as its face turns to you, you see a girl’s face, eyes black and face contorted in anger. it rushes, quickly picking you up and throwing you straight into the window and pinning you there. you feel the glass cracking under the weight of you and this monster… boy is that a long way to the ground.
jiaoqiu joins the fight, and the cries of pain ring louder in his ear, echoing and weaving into his brain, mingled animal yowls and the screams of a woman, a familiar one, and as he draws his weapon back for a strike, it comes away inky and bloody as her eyes flicker, fighting for control. her ears twitch maddeningly, listening to something none of you can hear, and she hisses before launching to baseslide around him and sink her teeth into the back of his shoulder blade.
and yves… yves is trying, trying to protect and trying to rationalize, but when has fear ever been rational? the edges of your mask burn, thin little slices across your cheek as this third creature refuses to let go. it seems to dig, deeper and deeper, trying to pry and lift and unearth before bodily slamming you to the floor.
being a ghost won’t save you from your deepest wounds.
the room grows darker, and marcoh will find tendrils of deadened vines leaving the wings, claws, teeth and eyes of these monsters, whipping around in an attempt to bind him.
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negotiating doesn’t seem to be on the table. n fact, it just makes them uneasy, and one of them attempts to claw at the wood in marcoh’s hand. which, also, yes it feels like burning.
it is your fault, isn’t it siffrin? you dreamt them, these little things that hid in the corners of your mind. the ones you tried to ignore, the ones you don’t want to remember. but you should remember, shouldn’t you? how would you feel if you were pushed aside when you were no longer needed? like you didn’t matter nearly as much as you thought.
you wouldn’t like it very much, would you….?
and now here you are, the actions of your consequences, of thinking you could buy their loyalty by keeping things to yourself and protecting them. who are you protecting, exactly?
the creature closest to marcoh turns, and as its face turns to you, you see a girl’s face, eyes black and face contorted in anger. it rushes, quickly picking you up and throwing you straight into the window and pinning you there. you feel the glass cracking under the weight of you and this monster… boy is that a long way to the ground.
jiaoqiu joins the fight, and the cries of pain ring louder in his ear, echoing and weaving into his brain, mingled animal yowls and the screams of a woman, a familiar one, and as he draws his weapon back for a strike, it comes away inky and bloody as her eyes flicker, fighting for control. her ears twitch maddeningly, listening to something none of you can hear, and she hisses before launching to baseslide around him and sink her teeth into the back of his shoulder blade.
and yves… yves is trying, trying to protect and trying to rationalize, but when has fear ever been rational? the edges of your mask burn, thin little slices across your cheek as this third creature refuses to let go. it seems to dig, deeper and deeper, trying to pry and lift and unearth before bodily slamming you to the floor.
being a ghost won’t save you from your deepest wounds.
the room grows darker, and marcoh will find tendrils of deadened vines leaving the wings, claws, teeth and eyes of these monsters, whipping around in an attempt to bind him.
would you like to still negotiate? ]