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

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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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[puppy_lancer]

Shit. Then what about magic?

[oathshackledbird]

It seems like none of us have any of our abilities. Not even those of us with real powers.

[Diarmuid shakes his head.]

And hitting them with magical weapons causes the same shock as hitting them with anything else does.

[puppy_lancer]

Fuck.

[He punches the wall next to him in sheer frustration...and then gets floored by another shock.]

[oathshackledbird]

Whoa! Brother, easy! Getting yourself hurt isn't going to change things.

[Diarmuid starts to examine his cell wall again.]

We have to keep calm and focus on finding a way out.

[puppy_lancer]

[He groans and drags himself up, sitting and leaning against a wall.]

Tell me if you've got any good ideas.

[oathshackledbird]

Still working on that part, unfortunately.

[Diarmuid sighs and leans against the wall he was examining.]

I have been over my cell so many times and nothing. Maybe if you look over yours you will see something?

[puppy_lancer]

[Since he can't stand, he has to crawl on his hands and knees while exploring his cell.]

I can't see anything except walls.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid's expression grows concerned when he realizes his brother is still too weak from the shock to stand.]

Then just rest for now and get your strength back. We are going to have to be ready to move as soon as someone figures something out.

[puppy_lancer]

[He sighs.]

Guess that's all I can do right.

[He closes his eyes.]

You should get some rest too, brother.

[oathshackledbird]

I'm not sure if I can, but I will try.

[Diarmuid gives him a gentle smile.]

Feel better, brother.