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

[bowandblade]

He-- they-- seemed more intent on getting their hands on the boy and the unit.

[Would they really care about keeping them alive one way or another?]

Neither of which seem to be here.

[At least, as far as he can see.]

[puppy_lancer]

Yeah...

[He mutters. This news does not bode well.]

But she's hidden away before. She could do it again.

[bowandblade]

Multiple hidden floors would be quite a boon.

[But even then, what could she do? His eyes stray over to the countdown clock.]

At this point, do we even know if the status of the Tower has changed?

[puppy_lancer]

I haven't seen that either. Whatever Ruana did must have been done when we were all passed out.

[bowandblade]

And we have no idea how long we were out.

[Or if that countdown clock was the same as what they had seen on the terminals. There was so much to be skeptical about in their situation.]

Regardless, all we can do is break these cells or wait around to see what happens.

[He toes the edge of his cell -- not hard enough to trigger the backlash, but enough to confirm that it was solid.]

[puppy_lancer]

I've tried. These things shock you when you hit them.

[bowandblade]

Why am I not surprised.

[Whether that's to the cell shocking them or Lancer actually trying, Archer doesn't clarify.

Still. He gives the cell a swift kick, and is promptly sent painfully to the floor.]

[puppy_lancer]

[He snickers as he hears the sound of Archer collapsing.]

Heh. Told you so.

[bowandblade]

[He grunts and frowns as he sits on the floor, grumbling to himself. Maybe he'll wait to see if anyone will try throwing themselves at the barrier repeatedly.]