Endgame: This Broken Jaw of Our Lost Kingdoms; Part One

[animusmods]

Characters: open to those trapped in cells
Setting: the cells
Format: any
Summary: Those left abandoned in the Tower have some time to speak to each other. In the middle of the room, a clock counts down...
Warnings: general animus endgame warnings

Comments

[miseris_socios]

I'd... like to not be stuck in a cell again.

[Ken's sprawled out on the floor of his cell. It's just barely big enough for him to do that comfortably so he might as well take advantage of it.]

Considering the last time I got vivisected and turned into an eldritch abomination, unless I've suppressed some memories. Being stuck in the dorm rooms doesn't count.

[fionnuisce]

I'm going to be completely frank with you and say I think one of two things could happen.

Either Aria and Zo manage to avoid the psychokinetic bitch and save our asses, or we're all going to die horrifically.

Personally, I just take solace in the fact that that latter choice isn't a guaranteed certainty yet.

[miseris_socios]

Pretty sure we've all died horrifically before, so I'm not worried on that one.

[Even if it ends up being permanent... but he can worry about that later.]

We're going to kick her ass. ... Once we think of something, I mean.

[fionnuisce]

Not to be the pessimist here, but I'm kind of out of ideas.

[miseris_socios]

Does anyone have a weapon? A real one, not a film one.

[fionnuisce]

I've got a pair of knives. You think they'll work on this?

[miseris_socios]

It's better than sitting around doing nothing.

[fionnuisce]

I'll give it a try, but I just know I'll regret it.

[Waver took out one dagger and struck at the cell, immediately making a nondescript cry of pain and jumping back.]

SON OF A FUCKING GODDAMN SHITHEADED BITCH--!

[...Yeah, maybe don't do that.]

[miseris_socios]

[He has to cover his mouth to not laugh, but calms down quickly.]

Well there's that idea...