You had all the prayers of my loose heart
Characters: The Disciple and you! And you, and you, and you.
Location: The plaza
Time: Sometime in the morning
Style: Action
Status: Open!
[ Awakening in new places was nothing new to the Disciple, as she had spent the last sweep moving from cavern to cavern, copying and recopying from memory the only things that gave her life any meaning. As soon as she completed a set of his sermons she would move on, only leaving his teachings uncompleted in order to avoid possible detection, be it from a highblood or any other stray troll who happened to stumble into her caves. She worked by firelight at the back of her caverns, ensuring that sunlight couldn't penetrate the darkness of the cave's bowels before beginning her work, lest she unwittingly left an easily discovered trail for her would-be captors to follow.
Yes, awakening in new places had been the order of the day for the Disciple... That is, until she woke up here. The first thing that she noticed, before anything else, was the fact that she was soaking wet, which she found to be extremely unpleasant. Opening her eyes with a shudder, she sat up, looking around to find the by now familiar walls of the cave she had settled in two days ago, the embers of her fire still smoldering nearby upon the blackened wood she had gathered, only to find none of these things. Instead she appeared to be in what she could only describe as a giant bubble, a bubble that contained buildings and streets and suddenly, suddenly, the same damn panic and dread that she'd been feeling over and over every time she absconded from one cave to another threatened to overtake her as she struggled to get to her feet, unable to gain purchase upon the ground due to the fact that her shoes were slick with moisture.
As her hand found a small, starfish-like object on the ground next to her, her mind began to reel. They found me in the night they captured me and now I'm being held by them and this is a purrison and it's underwater and they're seadwellers of course it would be underwater this is impawssible and suddenly she realized that the starfish was a device of some kind as her fingertips grazed over its slightly rough surface. Oh. Oh, this was new.
Instinct dictated that she draw away from the device, but the more she studied it with her eyes, the more curious she became. Would they really give her a means to communicate if they had captured her? By all means, she should have been dead by now, if her wardens are who she believed them to be. Though she knew she could be making a horrible mistake, The Disciple fiddled with the device, managing to tap out a message. ]
Purrobably against my better judgment, I, the Signless' most loyal Disciple, make my purresence known with this writing.
I seek infurmation, and if my suspicions are correct, someone out there will be willing to grrrant me whatefur intel they may have.
I beseech you.
...Purrlease.
Where is this place, and how have I come to be here?
Location: The plaza
Time: Sometime in the morning
Style: Action
Status: Open!
[ Awakening in new places was nothing new to the Disciple, as she had spent the last sweep moving from cavern to cavern, copying and recopying from memory the only things that gave her life any meaning. As soon as she completed a set of his sermons she would move on, only leaving his teachings uncompleted in order to avoid possible detection, be it from a highblood or any other stray troll who happened to stumble into her caves. She worked by firelight at the back of her caverns, ensuring that sunlight couldn't penetrate the darkness of the cave's bowels before beginning her work, lest she unwittingly left an easily discovered trail for her would-be captors to follow.
Yes, awakening in new places had been the order of the day for the Disciple... That is, until she woke up here. The first thing that she noticed, before anything else, was the fact that she was soaking wet, which she found to be extremely unpleasant. Opening her eyes with a shudder, she sat up, looking around to find the by now familiar walls of the cave she had settled in two days ago, the embers of her fire still smoldering nearby upon the blackened wood she had gathered, only to find none of these things. Instead she appeared to be in what she could only describe as a giant bubble, a bubble that contained buildings and streets and suddenly, suddenly, the same damn panic and dread that she'd been feeling over and over every time she absconded from one cave to another threatened to overtake her as she struggled to get to her feet, unable to gain purchase upon the ground due to the fact that her shoes were slick with moisture.
As her hand found a small, starfish-like object on the ground next to her, her mind began to reel. They found me in the night they captured me and now I'm being held by them and this is a purrison and it's underwater and they're seadwellers of course it would be underwater this is impawssible and suddenly she realized that the starfish was a device of some kind as her fingertips grazed over its slightly rough surface. Oh. Oh, this was new.
Instinct dictated that she draw away from the device, but the more she studied it with her eyes, the more curious she became. Would they really give her a means to communicate if they had captured her? By all means, she should have been dead by now, if her wardens are who she believed them to be. Though she knew she could be making a horrible mistake, The Disciple fiddled with the device, managing to tap out a message. ]
Purrobably against my better judgment, I, the Signless' most loyal Disciple, make my purresence known with this writing.
I seek infurmation, and if my suspicions are correct, someone out there will be willing to grrrant me whatefur intel they may have.
I beseech you.
...Purrlease.
Where is this place, and how have I come to be here?