Echo (
screwthatnoise) wrote2013-07-29 04:16 pm
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A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.
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She isn't even using proper pronouns for the corpse anymore. Nurse Echo can't care.
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[he shakes his head and t... tries to pick up the corpse]
I'll take her down.
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She glances at the trapdoor.
Then back at him, and the corpse.
"Very well."
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Anyway, descending down the trap door.]
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But the way down is a ladder, and it's not a practical ladder by any means. The steps are thin and very sharp.
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it couldn't be because they're knives could it
but he's being careful]
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But yes, there are also the handles of the knives to help guide you down to this darker part of the heart. I'm sure the smell of the charred corpse AND the smell of that room will soothe you remarkably.