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

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[notachickenhawk]

<It's bad enough that there's been no sky but...>

[He hunkers down a bit, trying to make himself as small as possible.]

<I hate cages I hate cages I hate cages I hate cages.>

[Normally he'd be okay, but the stress of the situation is getting to him. The others aren't here, and even though he works fine with some of the other Tower residents it's not the same.]

<It makes me think of her.>

[bloodyashes]

[The unfortunate thing about thought-speech is that it carries a person's emotional state far more effectively than real speech - and Asch is already a bit unsettled by the place himself.]

I know. At least it's dry.

[Weird thing to be grateful for, but it makes dropping his mind back to Choral Castle harder. Every little bit helps.]

[notachickenhawk]

<I know we can't give up but... I'm so tired. I haven't slept in a while.>

[If nothing's happening maybe he should try to take a quick nap...]

[bloodyashes]

[Good plan, birdfriend.]

Get some rest, then. I doubt there's going to be much chance when that timer runs out.

[And if they die... Well, better than sitting around waiting for it.]

[notachickenhawk]

<... Okay. Yell or something if I need to wake up. The Emergency Bird Broadcast System is at your service.>

[Thought speech is useful like that, as they'd found out. But he tries to find a comfortable spot - nothing is really comfortable, it's too flat - and closes his eyes. Even if he doesn't sleep, he can at least rest.]