001 [comment-log]
Everything was silent.
Tsia's eyes open in a panic and she desperately grasps ahold of her Gate.
A second later, a scream tears itself out from her throat. It is a sound of a cougar's rage and fear, from a woman's throat.
The gate. The cats. Where-? GONE? Wait, she can hear them. There are felines here. Too few though, they wouldn't make a handful. The sense of her gate seems smothered, and instead of many feet pattering in her skull, the sense of it is a quarter of what it had been and muffled, like those feet were walking on snow instead of the roof of her head.
Ruka! The need is flung into the gate. She listens, straining for his familiar touch on her senses. There isn't even the vaguest breath of him in the gate. The cougar cub is gone. Now her panic escalates to new heights.
Some of the guide's worst fears are reflected in her surroundings. Stone. Walls. This was not Korshan though, and it's desert. The temperature and the smell of moisture in the air was too different from the artist's den. Perhaps it was a new nest for that guild of vipers... where then? There is no one in the room with her, and she spies no cameras from where she is sitting.
She's on her feet only a moment later. Hands check her clothing and she finds the edges of the laze mark upon her blunter. It was fresh enough that the charcoal crisped when she rubbed against it. She shouldn't be alive, but she was. There was no weapons, but she did not expect any. Even if this was not a slaver's well, the flexor had been knocked away in the fight with the blackjacks. Speaking of those cursed pirates, the node was still down, or she was still being blocked from it from the lack of its chatter in her temple link.
Weight on the balls of her feet, ready to run or fight, she stalks to the door of her little room. She is trying desperately not to think about how the biogate feels to her right now. Perhaps it's because of drugs in her system, or some other factor, but the gate is clearly not what she remembered it as. Still, she had her gate and she was clearly not a naught.
Surprisingly, the door opens to her touch. This instantly changes her perspective. Perhaps this was one of the freepick stakes? Where was Nitpicker and Wren? What happened? Where was Ruka? And was that a pumpkin?!
[[ She's completely ignored her journal for the moment. Feel free to encounter wherever. She'll be tearing through the keep looking for her co-workers, friends and the cougar cub...and kitty brigade© people might even notice a fleeting moment of panic that came out of nowhere in particular.]]
Tsia's eyes open in a panic and she desperately grasps ahold of her Gate.
A second later, a scream tears itself out from her throat. It is a sound of a cougar's rage and fear, from a woman's throat.
The gate. The cats. Where-? GONE? Wait, she can hear them. There are felines here. Too few though, they wouldn't make a handful. The sense of her gate seems smothered, and instead of many feet pattering in her skull, the sense of it is a quarter of what it had been and muffled, like those feet were walking on snow instead of the roof of her head.
Ruka! The need is flung into the gate. She listens, straining for his familiar touch on her senses. There isn't even the vaguest breath of him in the gate. The cougar cub is gone. Now her panic escalates to new heights.
Some of the guide's worst fears are reflected in her surroundings. Stone. Walls. This was not Korshan though, and it's desert. The temperature and the smell of moisture in the air was too different from the artist's den. Perhaps it was a new nest for that guild of vipers... where then? There is no one in the room with her, and she spies no cameras from where she is sitting.
She's on her feet only a moment later. Hands check her clothing and she finds the edges of the laze mark upon her blunter. It was fresh enough that the charcoal crisped when she rubbed against it. She shouldn't be alive, but she was. There was no weapons, but she did not expect any. Even if this was not a slaver's well, the flexor had been knocked away in the fight with the blackjacks. Speaking of those cursed pirates, the node was still down, or she was still being blocked from it from the lack of its chatter in her temple link.
Weight on the balls of her feet, ready to run or fight, she stalks to the door of her little room. She is trying desperately not to think about how the biogate feels to her right now. Perhaps it's because of drugs in her system, or some other factor, but the gate is clearly not what she remembered it as. Still, she had her gate and she was clearly not a naught.
Surprisingly, the door opens to her touch. This instantly changes her perspective. Perhaps this was one of the freepick stakes? Where was Nitpicker and Wren? What happened? Where was Ruka? And was that a pumpkin?!
[[ She's completely ignored her journal for the moment. Feel free to encounter wherever. She'll be tearing through the keep looking for her co-workers, friends and the cougar cub...and kitty brigade© people might even notice a fleeting moment of panic that came out of nowhere in particular.]]