EVE'S HEART

[aprettygirl]

A dark veil slips over you, obscuring your vision; it’s cool and clinging, and blocks out all outside sensation. You drift downward . . . as you do, you grow more and more aware of the pulse of your own heartbeat, until it’s a ringing, unpleasant throb in your ears.

. . . after some time, it’s interrupted by a soft splash, and you feel solid rock underfoot.

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Comments

Re: o o

[aprettygirl]

You do have the advantage of burning them away; they don't seem to be able to make a lot of headway. It's still painful, unfortunately.

Re: o o

[decider]

[REALLY MAD NOW

looking around for some kind of central point they're coming from or where lights seem to be congregated, something needs to be SCREECHED AT]

Re: o o

[aprettygirl]

There's an ?͉̥̩̦͗ͨ?̗̠̪̹̿̒ͤ̐?̶̺͈̼̖̖͉̖Ä̲͉͚͙̬͔̘́̈́ͤ̃̈̊L̸̺̬̝̟̺̺T̞̱̔͂͋̃̑̓A̗̯͞R̤ͨ̑ͮ͋̄͗̅?̜̲?̲̺͎̭ͥ̃ͮ̑͢ͅ?̡͎͚͚͋͛̾̾

Re: o o

[decider]

[flowing towards it rapidly]

Re: o o

[aprettygirl]

Sharp barbs of black and red and silver uncoil from it, lashing at him, but the Free Magic is still doing its work...

Re: o o

[decider]

[TRIES TO FLIP IT? does the Old Kingdom even have religion what is this.]

Re: o o

[aprettygirl]

YOU...UPROOT IT... there's a silvery-black pool underneath of things you can't quite focus on, crawling over and over each other.

It's all wrong.

Re: o o

[decider]

[DIVES INTO THE POOL WITH A YOWL OF RAGE.]

Re: o o

[aprettygirl]

An answering, colder emotion -- it would be rage if it weren't so flatline -- sweeps over you as you burrow deeper, as they try to burrow into you in turn and are destroyed.

Re: o o

[decider]

You think you're trapped, you pathetic mechanical creature?! Diiiieeeee...

Re: o o

[aprettygirl]

The ?ͮ́̉̑̇͏?̺̪͖̟?̛̤̥͇Ć̳͉̦̦̥̗͓̎͠H̸ͤ̓ͣͣ̆ͬ̾Aͭ͐ͨ͒͆͏͓̱͉̥̮̖P̗̖̗͕̼̱ͨ̓̇͒ͪ̑ͮE̪̭ͩ̃̊L̫̹̮̞̩̂̿?̢̗͉̹̥̠͌̀̐ͬͨ͗?̟̼̮͎̯̟̩͛?̞͕ͨ͊͂̈́̎ is falling down, all around you.

As the rest of the things burn away, you drop into the pit . . .