EPONA

[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]

[Maya is nowhere to be found]

Comments

Re: FLOOR 3463

[ladychapels]

[ could use a weapon right about now.
could really fucking use one.

at least she's got long strides on her side. ]

Re: FLOOR 3463

[soulping]

[the portraits swipe at everyone as they run pass. their claws are sharp, and they may catch a stray bit of clothing, or potentially tear into some skin]

[but the stairwell is getting closer. . .!]

Re: FLOOR 3463

[dirtdevil]

[ nope nope nope. he'll probably get scratched up a bit but he's gonna keep running (and dragging Yato along) unless he's outright grabbed. ]

Re: FLOOR 3463

[sweatypalms]

[ YATO'S A GOOD RUNNER TOO and he ain't slowing down ]

Re: FLOOR 3463

[soulping]

[you reach the stairwell. you fling the door open and bolt inside. the portraits clamor to enter the stairwell behind you]

[and then. . .]

Re: FLOOR 3463

[ladychapels]

[ yeah, but she barely feels it; a catch on her cheek, another tearing her sleeve but not cutting skin, and that alone is so exhilarating that she doesn't stop to check to see how bad it is, anyway. wouldn't stop even if it did hurt, but the absence of real pain—her face is set in a sort of rictus grin as she leaps for the stairwell.

gotta do better than this, you son of a bitch. ]