Jun 09, 2007 01:16
Cassie was ever so slowly making her way back from the kitchen, a packet of cookies in hand. A little late night snack.
It took a couple of seconds for the unusual noises to even register. It'd been so long since she'd heard it last, and she'd hoped she might never have to hear it again. It started just as the vaguest whisper, unintelligible, almost. Except if you knew what it was saying. Azazeal. Azazeal.
She spun sharply at the sound, trying desperately to locate a source. The eerie familiarity sent shivers up her spine. Every time she thought she had a grip on where it was... nothing.
As she backed away down the hallway, the intensity of the repetitive murmurs only grew with every step she tried to take away from them. He couldn't be here. They'd travelled too far for it all to be for nothing.
Azazeal.
As proof her powers really weren't all under control, the lights flickered momentarily, and Cassie, now thoroughly spooked, sped up, heading straight down the corridor and back to her room.
[ooc: Mostly establishy, but feel free to have your characters react to flashing lights and her acting weird if they're around. That she was there is fine for broadcast. That there were voices and the name however is NFB.]
azazeal,
plotty,
visions,
hallway,
cassie