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

o o

[aprettygirl]

It's a charnel house down here: a sort of structure built half of blood and bone and viscera and half of black metal veins and wires and flashing red lights. There's something about it that calls a grand cathedral to mind, if you've ever been in one -- though that impression's mostly from the scale of it, the sense of echoing space. All the shapes are twisted, however; shifting, alien, and very, very wrong.

You are assailed not physically here, but with wholly sensory and emotional things: you want to sink your teeth into fresh meat; you want to feel something shudder itself apart under your claws, you want to you want to you want to tear and kill and eat and kill and eat and tear there is not enough there is never enough you are starved and enclosed and so you will grow and grow and grow and grow --

There's a black, wrong joy in it all.

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[decider]

[laughs again, darkly, listening to how the sound echoes in the cavernous scale of it]

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[aprettygirl]

Something hurts.

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[decider]

[hisses, bristling up in a more catlike way than he would probably expect or notice; trying to identify that...?]

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[aprettygirl]

Black veins are creeping up into your flesh -- or at least trying; they want to
grow grow grow and tear free

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[decider]

[makes an outraged noise that's pure cat with Free Magic overlaid on it; struggles, trying to wrap back around them in turn.]

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[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.

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[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]

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[aprettygirl]

There's an ?͉̥̩̦͗ͨ?̗̠̪̹̿̒ͤ̐?̶̺͈̼̖̖͉̖Ä̲͉͚͙̬͔̘́̈́ͤ̃̈̊L̸̺̬̝̟̺̺T̞̱̔͂͋̃̑̓A̗̯͞R̤ͨ̑ͮ͋̄͗̅?̜̲?̲̺͎̭ͥ̃ͮ̑͢ͅ?̡͎͚͚͋͛̾̾

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[decider]

[flowing towards it rapidly]

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[aprettygirl]

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

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[decider]

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

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[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.

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[decider]

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

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[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.

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[decider]

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

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[aprettygirl]

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

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