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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You're kidding me, right? You're way too into that damned sword if you didn't hear that noise.
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Man, fuck the movies. That's personal goddamned experience.
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"Whatever."
[ Saber waves a hand in the kid's direction in disgust. ]
If you're going to damn yourself to a hell of your own making, I'm not going to stop you. But don't say no one warned you.
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The crack is just barely wide enough for a person to fit through, but it widens up ahead. A dull red glow comes from deep within, as does the scent of brimstone. Right above the crack, a ragged red banner flutters, bearing an indecipherable symbol in gold upon it. That marking is oddly alien in this place.
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Down, down, down she goes...
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[ He walks over to the banner and traces the pattern of the foreign symbol. ]
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[ He shrugs, then heads down that crack. ]
Might as well see what's down here....
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