♥ v2

[screwthatnoise]

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.

(please join #echolife! ♪)

Comments

Re: underground

[knighttoremember]

I'm not sure there are many secure head-storage places in Hail's heart— oh, um... it's through the ballroom, up past the clock. ... Or it was. It might still be.

Re: underground

[restorefromsave]

We could... I could smash it.

Let's go see if it's still there.

Re: underground

[knighttoremember]

[ gross, sion ]

Well, we'll figure something... out...

[ hopping off the stage and making for the exit, a... a little wobbly... wow adrenaline crash ]

Re: underground

[restorefromsave]

[Goes to suppose Naoto with the hand not hauling around a severed head...]

Steady...

Re: underground

[knighttoremember]

[ leans a little ]

I'm okay.

Re: underground

[restorefromsave]

[No baby you aren't, but just wrapping an arm around his waste and walking out of here with him.]

Re: underground

[knighttoremember]

[ he just meant balance-wise!!

I guess we are heading out and hauling ourselves up the knife ladder again... ]

Re: underground

[restorefromsave]

[Well I suspect that too mister I lost an eye! But yes I guess that's a thing we're doing.]

Re: underground

[knighttoremember]

[ he's. he's working very hard on not falling over.

BACK UP THE LADDER and to the ballroom I guess? ]

Re: underground

[screwthatnoise]

Up the knife ladder, and to the ballroom. Nurse Echo is doing her own thing by her desk—putting things into boxes? Coping is awake and sitting on a bed, considering the potted plant by the broken window.