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towerofanimus2011-06-16 03:41 pm
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Characters: Lillet and YOU.
Setting: Dormitory level, Room 1-03 to start.
Format: Whichever you like. ♥
Summary: A little witch wakes up in yet another creepy tower. Panic ensues.
Warnings: A few GG spoilers possibly?
If the unfamiliar ceiling she woke to didn't panic Lillet, the oppressive weight keeping her from moving a muscle certainly did. Without her hands, she couldn't draw a rune, without the ability to speak, she couldn't call for help. By the time the paralysis had worn off, she was ready to scream. Luckily, she suppressed the urge and worked on keeping her breathing steady instead.
Where am I? She thought, as she managed to sit up and get a better look at the room through her dizziness. It isn't the Tower, that's for sure... Maybe it's a trick. I don't hear any bells, so it can't be the Stone--
Oh, there was a letter. She stopped swaying, and leaned over to retrieve it. Maybe the written word would succeed where frantic thought had failed; she opened it with a sense of relief. Here was an explanat-- No, wait. That wasn't an explanation, that was a nightmare.
"The entire world? No way!"
Setting: Dormitory level, Room 1-03 to start.
Format: Whichever you like. ♥
Summary: A little witch wakes up in yet another creepy tower. Panic ensues.
Warnings: A few GG spoilers possibly?
If the unfamiliar ceiling she woke to didn't panic Lillet, the oppressive weight keeping her from moving a muscle certainly did. Without her hands, she couldn't draw a rune, without the ability to speak, she couldn't call for help. By the time the paralysis had worn off, she was ready to scream. Luckily, she suppressed the urge and worked on keeping her breathing steady instead.
Where am I? She thought, as she managed to sit up and get a better look at the room through her dizziness. It isn't the Tower, that's for sure... Maybe it's a trick. I don't hear any bells, so it can't be the Stone--
Oh, there was a letter. She stopped swaying, and leaned over to retrieve it. Maybe the written word would succeed where frantic thought had failed; she opened it with a sense of relief. Here was an explanat-- No, wait. That wasn't an explanation, that was a nightmare.
"The entire world? No way!"
