Post by greenie on Mar 11, 2010 20:05:55 GMT 10
Title: Catacombs
Rating: PG
Length: 280
Competitor: Sabine
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: It's not as quiet down there as Kel had thought.
Notes: Inspired by Joa! She was talking to me about Roger's lack of body/need for a tomb after the second killing and the Gate and Lightning, and something in my mind went PING like a lightbulb.
Kel tiptoed quietly across the empty room, the light from her candle not quite reaching the corners. At the doorway she paused, looking back across the room to the other doorway. Her friends stood there, watching and egging her on. Sighing, she turned to face the blackness ahead of her. Straight ahead, she told herself. Just go there, touch it, and come straight back. Merric and Seaver managed it fine, it’s just a silly dare. Telling herself this worked, but only until she reached the edge of the Gate. She stood there, determinedly ignoring the old bloodstains on the floor and convincing herself that nothing would happen, that everything was fine. She was all set to take the first step towards the centre when a voice made her jump and reach for her sword.
“You’re the only girl I’ve seen so far.”
Kel’s eyes widened; there seemed to be a woman floating towards her out of the darkness…through several objects. She backed away hastily, wanting to run but not willing to turn her back, and she heard laughter.
“Goddess, you’re afraid? I can’t do anything to you. Can’t you see I’m going through everything?”
Kel gulped and bowed nervously. “I don’t mean to be rude, but my friends are waiting.”
“I’ve been watching them, it’s odd. They’ve been coming in here one at a time, touching the sword in the middle of the mage scribblings, and then running like rushers do when the Dogs get a whiff of them.”
“It’s…a game, of sorts,” Kel explained. “We were daring each other.”
The lady smiled. “You’re a pretty little thing,” she said. “Why don’t you stay and talk with me a while?”
Rating: PG
Length: 280
Competitor: Sabine
Round/Fight: 2/C
Summary: It's not as quiet down there as Kel had thought.
Notes: Inspired by Joa! She was talking to me about Roger's lack of body/need for a tomb after the second killing and the Gate and Lightning, and something in my mind went PING like a lightbulb.
Kel tiptoed quietly across the empty room, the light from her candle not quite reaching the corners. At the doorway she paused, looking back across the room to the other doorway. Her friends stood there, watching and egging her on. Sighing, she turned to face the blackness ahead of her. Straight ahead, she told herself. Just go there, touch it, and come straight back. Merric and Seaver managed it fine, it’s just a silly dare. Telling herself this worked, but only until she reached the edge of the Gate. She stood there, determinedly ignoring the old bloodstains on the floor and convincing herself that nothing would happen, that everything was fine. She was all set to take the first step towards the centre when a voice made her jump and reach for her sword.
“You’re the only girl I’ve seen so far.”
Kel’s eyes widened; there seemed to be a woman floating towards her out of the darkness…through several objects. She backed away hastily, wanting to run but not willing to turn her back, and she heard laughter.
“Goddess, you’re afraid? I can’t do anything to you. Can’t you see I’m going through everything?”
Kel gulped and bowed nervously. “I don’t mean to be rude, but my friends are waiting.”
“I’ve been watching them, it’s odd. They’ve been coming in here one at a time, touching the sword in the middle of the mage scribblings, and then running like rushers do when the Dogs get a whiff of them.”
“It’s…a game, of sorts,” Kel explained. “We were daring each other.”
The lady smiled. “You’re a pretty little thing,” she said. “Why don’t you stay and talk with me a while?”
