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nohalation) wrote2019-03-19 10:38 pm
nohalation) wrote2019-03-19 10:38 pm
Angel's Blood
YOU RUN, RIGHT INTO THE NEXT ROOM,
the final room,
and it looks a bit something like this:
It's a small room with a large person sticking in through a window. It speaks in a strange voice. "I am the final test. And I will only let you move when I have had a drop of an angel's blood."
Clima: .....
Slot: "...Is there an angel here? I can kill them and give you all their blood."
"I can smell one."
Dusk blinks. "Where though?"
Walnut: Ummmmmm
This being stares through you with large, brown eyes. Even the guard is mildly unnerved, quietly murmuring prayers to ward himself from this freak.
Slot: "Where."
Dusk looks around...
This Being Looks At Dusk. "You smell like an angel..." :)
Dusk's wings flutter. Dusk tilts her head like whaaat. "Huh? I wonder why . . . I don't think I rolled around with one anytime recently . . . "
Clima is just like Hm. Very delicately steps to be between Dusk and Slot.
Slot stiffens and. Very. Pointedly. Doesn't look at Dusk (and Clima since he knows he's there).
Dusk puts her hands on hips, how strange. “Well! If I just gotta give you a drop of blood and it’ll work, that’s easy enough! How am I gonna prick my finger though?”
Walnut Looks at Slot. And makes her way over to stand between him and Dusk, beside Clima.
Primrose just like, sort of idly spins the chamber of her revolver while staring at Slot.
Slots emotions and feelings are happening here. Just. Opening and closing his fist.
Dusk Attempts to bite her finger...
"- Cut it out!" Walnut snapping at Dusk. Cut it out. Wait. Bad phrasing. "... Don't do that."
Dusk stops, blinking at Walnut, a little surprised. "Um . . . okay . . . "
"There's got to be - there has to be something else..."
Slot's expression is basically EVERYTHING IS. FINE..........
"Something else?" Dusk pulls out . . . a santa figure. "Like this?" Sniffs it, does it smell like an angel . . .
"I - I don't know, just - " Walnut stammers. Something where no one has to get hurt any worse than they have. Dusk in particular. Is probably what she wants to say.
“...” Dusk stares at walnut, a little sad and worried. “Is something wrong?”
"Just - don't do anything stupid." Her voice is soft saying it, and she sort of inclines her head, slightly embarrassed to look her in the eye.
the final room,
and it looks a bit something like this:
It's a small room with a large person sticking in through a window. It speaks in a strange voice. "I am the final test. And I will only let you move when I have had a drop of an angel's blood."
Clima: .....
Slot: "...Is there an angel here? I can kill them and give you all their blood."
"I can smell one."
Dusk blinks. "Where though?"
Walnut: Ummmmmm
This being stares through you with large, brown eyes. Even the guard is mildly unnerved, quietly murmuring prayers to ward himself from this freak.
Slot: "Where."
Dusk looks around...
This Being Looks At Dusk. "You smell like an angel..." :)
Dusk's wings flutter. Dusk tilts her head like whaaat. "Huh? I wonder why . . . I don't think I rolled around with one anytime recently . . . "
Clima is just like Hm. Very delicately steps to be between Dusk and Slot.
Slot stiffens and. Very. Pointedly. Doesn't look at Dusk (and Clima since he knows he's there).
Dusk puts her hands on hips, how strange. “Well! If I just gotta give you a drop of blood and it’ll work, that’s easy enough! How am I gonna prick my finger though?”
Walnut Looks at Slot. And makes her way over to stand between him and Dusk, beside Clima.
Primrose just like, sort of idly spins the chamber of her revolver while staring at Slot.
Slots emotions and feelings are happening here. Just. Opening and closing his fist.
Dusk Attempts to bite her finger...
"- Cut it out!" Walnut snapping at Dusk. Cut it out. Wait. Bad phrasing. "... Don't do that."
Dusk stops, blinking at Walnut, a little surprised. "Um . . . okay . . . "
"There's got to be - there has to be something else..."
Slot's expression is basically EVERYTHING IS. FINE..........
"Something else?" Dusk pulls out . . . a santa figure. "Like this?" Sniffs it, does it smell like an angel . . .
"I - I don't know, just - " Walnut stammers. Something where no one has to get hurt any worse than they have. Dusk in particular. Is probably what she wants to say.
“...” Dusk stares at walnut, a little sad and worried. “Is something wrong?”
"Just - don't do anything stupid." Her voice is soft saying it, and she sort of inclines her head, slightly embarrassed to look her in the eye.