TIAMAT

[soulping]

[When you come to, you find yourself locked in a small, cramped, antique elevator. One wall is covered with a large, ornate mirror, and a chandelier hangs above your head. The doors are made of metal and shut very, very tightly. The lights are off.]

[You hear two familiar voices echo distantly in your mind]

LET ME GO, Ǧ̲̖̩̞̣̲̌Ĩ͎R̞̩͎̝̍L̹̳̫̾͛Ȉ͙͈̬͐͒ͭ̄̌̊E̥̥̓ͨ!

I won't let you hurt them!

[Before you have time to say anything, the elevator suddenly jolts, before it begins to plummet. Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach as you fall, fall, fall, and then. . .]

[Suddenly it stops. You're thrown off balance, possibly to the point of where you crash into a wall or a nearby neighbor. All is silent]

Comments

Re: FLOOR 3463 (the team elevator floor)

[hyanaimne]

Mm, probably.

[reaching for his hand, and directing it to her arm] I imagine they will scream if something happens.

Re: FLOOR 3463 (the team elevator floor)

[ghettobatman]

Regardless. I'd like to make sure they're alright.

[taking her arm, please lead him to the children so that he may motherhen]

Re: FLOOR 3463 (the team elevator floor)

[hyanaimne]

The mothering type, hm?

calling u on it tbh. But she's leading him down the hallway regardless because she's the same way]

Re: FLOOR 3463 (the team elevator floor)

[ghettobatman]

If that's what you want to call it.

[dryly]

[thank u fellow motherhen]

Re: FLOOR 3463 (the team elevator floor)

[hyanaimne]

It is, I'm afraid.

[ur welcome blind batman]