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

[light_mischief]

[Fio is glommed onto Max for the moment, so Skulduggery's full attention is on the collar's dissolution. Is it just a result of Malin's poor spell-casting, or is it something more?]

Maybe freedom is something hard-baked into the dirt.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

Magic that isn't your own is next to impossible to maintain after your death. There's nothing outside of your self that's making it, so it simply... isn't made. Anymore.

[pause] I do feel like that confirms that she's truly dead, but I'm not overly optimistic. How rare it is, that anything stays truly dead.

[except uncle ben. and ama.]

... Am I rambling? I feel like I am.