END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS

[sailmods]

[the prisoners wake up on cold, hard floors.

the lights are bright, glaring, a sterile cell with sterile bars facing a sterile hall. the prisoners with you, across from you, and no one else. no rocking of a ship in waves, nothing. just the prisoner and their prison.

time passes, one assumes. the rhythmic click of Friday’s heels down the hall. it’s almost like the ticking of a clock.]

Comments

[freedomsuitsme]

"It isn't, and yet there are no doors, no seams, no way to easily remove us. Of course, she may be in possession of something that can bend the bars, but... it is a strange situation, you must admit. And a frustrating one. No moving parts, no magic..."

[abhorrently]

"She's in possession of something far more dangerous and immediate. If you can get other people's ears, tell who you can that her other eye is full of magic that you don't want to have touch you. The essence of madness is the only way I can describe what I felt from it."

And it's only something she knows from offering her own skull as shelter to a god for a while, building up an intimate relationship with that particular feeling. Only, his felt comforting in its chaos, in the concept-person it begat. Malin's feels wrong, and it was why Fever hadn't risked striking out at close range.