dead Emiya, do not eat (
steelmyself) wrote2016-01-03 06:22 pm
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who stole your heart and the key?
In the dark, you taste something sweet and tart on your tongue, almost like apple but not quite: pomegranate juice, out of nowhere. A hint of something metallic accompanies it.
You fall down.
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You fall down.
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stumbles back a few steps before twisting and dropping to the ground. reorients xemself to face forward and then army crawls... into the tunnel?? ]
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As you head for the tunnels, though, you can see a sticky black ooze clinging to the walls and floor in each of them.
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WHATEVER. GO LEFT. THROUGH THE SLUDGE LET'S DO IT ]
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Unfortunately...
To the sides of the path, where the sludge is deeper, things start to reach out of it at you. Arms and legs (and maybe a tentacle or two?), all of them shapely and beautiful, grasping at you.
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now that it's less windy xe's gonna. try... to stand up and walk normally... as much as is possible, with all the grasping ]
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It's possible to walk through the path, if you don't get distracted by those sexy, sexy disembodied limbs.
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as it is it's not too hard to keep going ]
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The passageways widen into a full, echoing cavern here, with multiple tunnels leading off from the sides. An arch of stone twists across the cave high above, and perched atop it is a young girl, no more than ten or so, with white hair and a white nightgown. She's the one singing.
There are three swords stabbed through her heart, and blood drips down to the floor from her body. Drip. Drip. Drip.
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I don't want to interrupt...
lifts the sword to shine a little more light, to get a look around ]
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The singing girl...no matter how you try, you can't see her face.
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is there a way to climb up the arch ]
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She stops singing long enough to speak. "You're going to need a guide."
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Why not?
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I don't think I've really chosen a path. So then, what do you think will become of me?
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Her blood drips gently to the ground.
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Thank you.
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