Channelknight Fadran

Fadran hadn't even had time to reach for his sword. "Are... you... okay?"

He blinked. "And you just... magicked them."

"What the heck are those things?"

"Do we just walk on through? Where exactly is it taking us?"

Enshao grabbed the doorknob, humming quietly to himself. To his surprise it was unlocked: so his roommate had arrived, then? "Hello?" @DramaQueen

"That is..." Fadran blinked. "An arch made of bones."

"I've heard that some people believe in a single, omnipotent, perfect God. Like... capital G and everything." Fadran looked up into the sky. "By definition, they wouldn't even be over just one universe: they'd be over them all. Would be nice, huh?"

"I'd know about that sort of thing." Fadran stuffed his hands into his pockets. "The only reason us 'good guys' one was because... well..." We probably shouldn't have, Icona finished. "Yeah."

Fadran looked around. "Looks depressing. I like it."

Elya thought for a moment, then scraped her finger across the wall. A decent amount of dust came away. "We'll go out in pairs," she decided. "John, Viator, you two stay here and see if you can organize the place a little. Lyanor, Kazh, you'll acquire some fresh groceries. Ji and I will get everyone clothing that fits."

Fadran stumbled along, dazed. He hadn't taken any supplies, set up any defenses, filled himself... Why not? These games weren't designed for the negligent. Missing a day of water and calories could be catastrophic. Why wasn't he paying attention? Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he was looking for a good place to die. Maybe surviving wasn't living anymore. Blood crusted his fingertips. Her blood. Fadran laced his fingers together and squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to remember what her hand had felt like in his. More rain slid off his chin. His foot caught on a root. Fadran stumbled and shouted, falling. He didn't hit the ground. Where...? CRACK. He couldn't scream. He couldn't see. Fire shot up his spine and into his mouth, but the blood had nowhere to go. He couldn't cough it up. The air didn't go in and didn't come out. Agony where his spine had snapped in two. Agony where his lungs screamed for air they couldn't get. Agony in his heart, still hammering like there was still any kind of life worth living. Somehow, a single puff of air managed to circulate. Fadran hacked up the blood, filling his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but couldn't muster the strength. Instead it gushed out the corner of his mouth and onto his face. Fadran screamed.

"Don't worry about the regular things like that," Elya replied. She pulled open a drawer and brought out a bag of cash. "We should stay low-key for now. I'll go out to the market later and get us some fresh food and such."

Ayia whipped out a notebook and pencil. "I would try gathering a schematic of this place."

D e l t a r u n e

Just watched Secret World of Arriety Why on earth did I put it off until now? That movie was amazing!

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"Ah, well..." Enshao muttered to himself, standing up. There wasn't any space left for doodling. "Best be getting set." He climbed the stairs and started wandering the halls to find his room.

"Wonderful." Ayia dejectedly put away her staves.