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Post by Ayadinlani on Nov 28, 2005 12:22:40 GMT -5
Ayadinlani blinks as she suddenly finds herself hanging on the edge of a gap in the world. Then she starts giggling and tries to hoist the man back up onto the ground.
Fall. Fall down. Lose everything in the dark.
She keeps giggling. She is already in the dark.
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 29, 2005 19:42:10 GMT -5
After a bit of struggling Ayadinlani eventually gets the man up enough over the edge to keep him from sliding back down in a hurry.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Nov 29, 2005 19:51:23 GMT -5
Once he gets there, Ayadinlani crows in victory and delight. She kicks off and flutters up, landing beside him. She drags the man fully up there.
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 30, 2005 12:50:37 GMT -5
The man doesn't make any sound or any movement, just lies there, mostly on the floor with his legs hanging down.
In the distance, in the direction she came from Aya can hear a deep sounding resonant noise. It grows louder and though it is hard to distingush at first it soon sounds like some kind of very large horn being blown.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Nov 30, 2005 12:54:35 GMT -5
Her eyes flash open and she stares into the darkness. Oh no. Oh no.
[Celestial] "They are after us. They're after us!"
She does not know who, or why, or how, but there is something, and this is bad. This must be bad. With trembling fingers, she searches her bag and grabs the flint and steel. She strikes, and drops the things on her feet. Muttering under her breath she crouches, feels for the thngs in the dark, strikes them again. By the light of the little sparks she tries to discern how big the hole is. Can they cross? Can she climb down with him?
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 30, 2005 13:02:52 GMT -5
It takes a little while but with the help of the sparks she can make out that the hole is too deep for her limited light to give any sign of the bottom and it seems to be a completely vertical drop as far as she can make out. However, it does not reach all the way to the other wall of the tunnel and there looks like a quite sloid ledge along the hole that stretches on beyond the reach of the light that the sparks give.
The sound grows until it echoes around her and keeps up for about half a minute until it stops. Then another one is heard, thisone a slightly deeper tone and does not grow quite as loud but lasts about as long.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Nov 30, 2005 13:10:51 GMT -5
Ayadinlani throws her arms up and drops the flint and steel at her feet again, but this time deliberately. She puts her arms on her ears and crouches, making herself small, rocking backward and forward. Make it go away! I can't I can't I can't! Make it go away! No! It is doom! It is death! No such thing. No such thing as death. No such thing as doom. Yes such a thing. You can't let it happen! Make it stop! Make it go away!
The young woman presses her face against her knees and hiccups miserably, because she cannot cry. She tries to weep but she is too afraid, and there are no tears in her eyes. Jump down the hole! Jump and make it go away! No, no, it is everything, it is everywhere! It is everything. The sound is everything and everything, the hole world is echoes.
Silence.
That is good. Silence is good. Ayadinlani carefully unfolds herself, puts flint and steel in her backpack, and hoists the man back up. Leave him! Who? That thing, dead thing. He is me. Not leaving me behind. She drags the man along the ledge. One foot, two feet. Her back against the tunnel she keeps pushing one foot to the side, and makes the other slide along. Then the man. Then the first foot. Second foot. Man. At the second sound she clenches her jaw together, but keeps going. Away from the sound. Away from the world.
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 30, 2005 13:19:50 GMT -5
It takes a little while but she manages to shuffle carefully along the ledge without much problem. The limp man makes no helpful efforts, as usual. The tunnel continues on but the floor is now alot more uneven and rough and tricky to walk on in the pitch black. There rock is at times quite sharp and with crevaces and protruding bits at random.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Nov 30, 2005 13:22:38 GMT -5
Ayadinlani, mentally exhausted after the sound and the hole, continues on in silence. She keeps lugging the man along, but as she does so, her hands travel over his chest and sides, searching almost unconsciously for anything he might be carrying.
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 30, 2005 13:27:28 GMT -5
She feels most of his clothes are torn and he seems to have little in ways of places to keep things such as a pouch, aside from that her hands discern a body that is quite muscular. Deep inside a rather well-hidden pocket she finds what feels like a small glass vial with a stopper in it.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Nov 30, 2005 13:32:43 GMT -5
"Seems to be like you're perfectly able to walk on your own two feet, if you'd only wake up."
Ayadinlani takes the vial, takes the stopper, and smells. Drink? She is not thirsty. Maybe he is thirsty. Good to drink? She sniffles, and if it smells alright, she puts a drop on her finger, and sucks it off.
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Post by Elanorîn on Nov 30, 2005 13:38:35 GMT -5
He doesn't reply.
There is indeed liquid inside the vial. It doesn't smell of much, only the faintest scent of something a bit metallic with a sweet undertone.
As she tastes it it tastes a bit like iron and a little sweet. The liquid has the consistency of sour milk.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Nov 30, 2005 13:43:37 GMT -5
Ayadinlani spits a few times. Foul! Foul! She sighs and lays the man down again, puts the stopper back, lays the vial down very carefully. Then again she makes light, this time to look at the liquid and the man a little more closely. She also checks the man's injuries again.
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Post by Elanorîn on Dec 5, 2005 12:58:15 GMT -5
From what she can tell by the faint spark-light the liquid is quite dark.
His injuries seem to be stable for the moment. Her makeshift bandages still in place and holding and as she touches his skin sje can feel he is a bit less cold.
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Post by Ayadinlani on Dec 5, 2005 16:59:58 GMT -5
Interesting. Why? Dark. Kill him. Get lost. Ayadinlani puts the vial back in the man's secret pocket, pockets her own flint and steel, and hoists him back up.
[Celestial] "You are doing well, dearest. Come. It cannot be far. It cannot be far."
To where? Just stop talking, okay?
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