[IC] PLAYTIME~

[the9thdream]

[Upon stepping through the doorway, it's pitch-dark and a little cold--not unpleasantly so, but definitely with a noticeable difference from Camp proper. The floor under one's feet is hard and smooth, and makes a sound like tiles when one walks. There is an echoing sound, as if one has stepped into a large room. In the distance, things

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[foreverjustice]

[only nods, because speaking might give away his location, moving very carefully to his left]

[the9thdream]

[she giggles, the sound echoing itself to silence. for the moment, at least, there is nothing but the occasional dry rustle in the dark.]

[foreverjustice]

[is actually very quiet in the dark, trying to follow the sound of her voice but . . . also expecting that fail]

[the9thdream]

[there is no sound, but there is a definite sort of presence in the darkness--it's the feeling of somehow, somewhere, being watched, even if you're certain you're alone.

are you alone, flynn scifo?]

[foreverjustice]

[. . . no, I shouldn't be.

he's looking for that presence, then, always keeping his eyes closed as he walks as quietly as he can]

[the9thdream]

[there's a soft, almost subliminal sound--the dry rustle of scales, perhaps, or fur--maybe even feathers ...]

[foreverjustice]

[. . . gets his sword ready, stopping, focusing on being silent]

[the9thdream]

[it feels awfully close now, that presence--like if it took a step forward or you took a step back, there'd be a collision]

[foreverjustice]

[focus a second more to try to figure out its location and then attack]

[the9thdream]

[there's a wet meaty thunk, and his sword has definitely struck something ... but now it sort of feels like it's stuck]

[foreverjustice]

[well, that sucks.

tugs at his sword, trying to get it unstuck as fast as he can, regretting the fact he couldn't bring his shield]

[the9thdream]

[it's not unlike trying to retrieve a stick from quicksand; after a moment, it feels like the sword is being sucked in, despite his best efforts]

[foreverjustice]

[keeps trying despite knowing it might not work, trying to focus on listening in case there's something else approaching him]

[the9thdream]

[there's a soft clattering noise, somewhere behind him, but the suction on the sword itself is getting stronger, like it's become this game of tug-of-war]

[foreverjustice]

[. . .

goes for a final ALL OR NOTHING tug using all his strength]

[the9thdream]

[there is a wet schlorping noise, but the blade comes free.

or at least most of it does; a trained swordsman such as yourself would probably notice how it feels pretty significantly lighter.]