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witheredblum2025-04-19 03:10 pm
facultwist) wrote in witheredblum2025-04-19 03:10 pm
sinking down, down
Death is a drop into a blackness that swallows you. You feel the movement of not air but shadow across your face as you plummet, and there is no bottom. No crash.
If there is another side, you do not reach it.
It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.
You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.
Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.
Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?
If there is another side, you do not reach it.
It is neither the light of heaven or the fires of hell that greets you when you wake. And wake you do, to the buzz and flicker of old fluorescent lights.
You are laid out beside a full-size competitive swimming pool, half-filled with stagnant water. The doors out are blocked off by locked doors covered in caution tape. The locker rooms are long since emptied, paint peeling from the humidity. The only signs of habitation are a few pieces of scattered graffiti.
Welcome to your new home. There's no sunlight, no indication of time passing. Just you and each other and your thoughts. the stagnant water bubbles a little occasionally, but there's nothing in it.
Before long you'll realize that you no longer need to eat or drink. You might notice your hand go through something if you don't focus. You're a ghost now. What's that they say about unfinished business?
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[In her most pleasant, calm voice. Haha! She's doing great!]
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[Gonna try grabbing Anthy's wrist and pulling.]
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. . . I don't feel very good about that, Vanity.
[screaming internally screaming internally]
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[This is not fucking fair, if they have to be dead they should at least get cool powers like this too]
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Something about the room? Or the desks, or—
[She buries her fingers in her hair and pulls.]
If we had more time in here, we could figure it out!
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[Weirdly, that calms her down a little. Remembering how much more overwhelming this has to be to someone who spent pretty much until her actual death denying the supernatural is, like, grounding? or something? Whatever.]
Okay. Well. It doesn't change the plan, does it? If she shows up, we fight.
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[Now she's just fucking annoyed.]
One last round for the fencing club, I guess.
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[And fuck the witch for not letting her reassure Hawke. What the fuck? That's just rude.]
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[Vanity looks up sharply.]
She's coming.