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[bemyslaveordie]

Where: The Cathedral and The Shredder’s Fortress
When: Wednesday evening
Who: Nine, Three, and Shredder.
What: Stitchpunk kidnapping.
Warnings: Violence

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[hislastcreation]

9 was not sleeping when night fell and draped the city in a cool embrace of dark. He couldn't sleep. For many days now the little burlap had been busily creating various means of protecting himself and his friends including pulley systems that would snap taunt to trip intruders of a threatening nature and pin-traps to pierce the feet of those who stepped on a specific area within the chapel and weighed enough. It was an area that was out of the way enough that the pursuer would have to be led there by one of the little ones, but 9 was confident it would work

[3_allthethings]

It seemed like everyone was having difficulties sleeping tonight. Three had spent the past hour in the room he shared with Four, trying to find ways to occupy himself quietly, not wanting to disturb his brother. Four had spent quite a bit of energy fussing over his twin, and as far as Three was concerned, he needed his rest. However, their room was more than a little messy, and anything he wanted to do ran the risk of knocking something off a shelf or table, which would certainly wake Four

[hislastcreation]

9 continued to look about in quiet, controlled terror. There was something out there. It was not something he wanted getting closer. He wasn't finished his outside defense systems. What was he going to do if whatever was out there wanted more than just him? Assuming it wanted him at all, he would have enough trouble.

That was when he heard something else getting closer, the familiar pattering of feet alerting him to the fact it was another one of his own. He turned, narrowing his lenses to focus in the dark and realized it was 3 drawing close.

"3? What are you doing out here? You should be sleeping. Besides," he added in hushed tones, "I think there's something out here. You should get back inside as soon as you can."

[3_allthethings]

At first, Three smiled, scurrying closer to Nine. However, he slowed when he noticed the other's tension, and the blade strapped to the top of that staff. This made him stop dead in his tracks, looking around in alarm even as Nine urged him to go back inside.

Unwilling to leave Nine behind, he took another step closer, tugging on the taller one's arm, trying to get him to come along. With an uncertain look, he gestured to the window of his and Four's room, and the little makeshift ladder. Come with him!

At least you can see what's coming from up there, right?