Night 59: M-B Block Hallway
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Peter left the room thinking very deep thoughts. Most of which entailed speculation on the origins of the pink glow he had just been assaulted by. As much as he hated himself for it, he couldn't help but keep coming back to the Matrix. Maybe they just changed something. Turned the halls into mazes.
Buzz.
MREOWWWWWW!"JESUS ( Read more... )
Peter left the room thinking very deep thoughts. Most of which entailed speculation on the origins of the pink glow he had just been assaulted by. As much as he hated himself for it, he couldn't help but keep coming back to the Matrix. Maybe they just changed something. Turned the halls into mazes.
Buzz.
MREOWWWWWW!"JESUS ( Read more... )
And that would have been that. Albedo would have trod after, as stated, slipped inside with a smile and a promise and worked to cajole his younger sibling into doing at least something fun in the time given to them. Nigredo was a fine playmate, and not even in the way of toys. Albedo knew full well how Nigredo could keep up; dance to Albedo’s tune without a word otherwise.
It lay not in me to conceal it. -- Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow.
Yes, he knew, but--
As if the memory had summoned it, as if thinking of Rubedo in a pool of his own blood on the floor while Nigredo looked up with empty eyes had given it form, there was a crackle along the link, sharp and near-daunting in its severity. Shock and all that came with. Albedo didn’t break stride, only continued, head cocked to listen to words he could not hear.
His focus was attentive, perfectly; enough when, outside the door, Albedo felt the tang of pain taint his brother’s waveform, he gave no warning and only threw the door aside.
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