Endgame: Eyes I Dare Not Meet in Dreams

[animusnpcs]

Characters: open
Setting: floor 101/hidden floor; June 2
Format: action brackets, please
Summary: Something arrives.
Warnings: psychological horror, physical horror, violence

[The thing arrives on the twenty-third floor where no one is around to see it. But even if there was anyone except the retrieval units there, they would hardly have a chance to spot a single shadow, as the Tower pushes around and caresses the thing, hiding it away. The Tower ripples, then, and delivers the thing up and up, skipping floor after floor.

Floor one-hundred and one goes dark, and the glamour fails entirely. There's a thing lurking about in the darkness, approaching the way to the hidden floor. It can't be seen in this gloom, but it can be heard taking heavy, laden footsteps.]

Comments

[chevalier_mal_fet]

I will Aid in holding the Door for as long as I am Able.
[He is only a tall Construction of Wire and Film, his Metal hand curled around an ill-favored, though Actual, blade-- but there is still something of the Swordsman about his stance, his movements.

He lays his Metal hand upon what he knows to be her shoulder.]
Your God go with You now, Nesir Aeser.

[culbutiri]

[She recognised the voice, the one thing the failure in glamour couldn't hide. She was glad he was still here and she turned a blank foil face up to him.] Your gods be being with you too. We do be being ready.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Though they cost him Much in Time and Mind, he is Glad to have gained and kept his Powers, now.
Taking his hand from her shoulder, he swaps the Real blade into it-- while into his free hand comes Arondight. The Black Sword is crawling with a livid, red flame that casts a fearful glow.]

Aye, Gods or no, we are Ready.

[culbutiri]

We do be being. [She looked back towards the teleporter and took a breath. She had no powers, real or otherwise and so could only rely on the real dagger she had in her hand.]