[closed - event] i don't understand how you're gone

[adelicateflame]

Characters: the Damsels.
Date: They awake the morning of the 3rd.
Summary: The adventures of the captive damsels aboard the ship Labrys.
Warnings: None at this moment.

[The morning is rising, the early sun spreading streaks of red and gold out across the surrounding cloudscape, thin beams penetrating the wooden Labrys, spilling across its planks. It is an unfamiliar place that you will awaken in, one filled with the creaking of wood and the musical rattle of dried out bones. Did you think those skeletons carting you off in the night were a dream? Well, now you know for certain. Now you sit in a cage, cold steel surrounding you and cold steel at ankles and wrists. You are a captive.

And soon enough, your captor's shadow falls over you. Her dark hair is wind-tousled, her skin a silken brown. And she is smiling.]

Good morning, ladies.



[[ooc; We have below some basic headers for NPC involvement, you are not restricted to them in the least! If you start up threads with 3 or more involved, try to keep to a hazy tagging order, maybe don't jump anyone more than twice!]]

Comments

[bulletbitten]

Probably more than you can manage.

[notvitiligo]

[Siiiiigh] Figured as much.

[She allows herself an actual downcast expression.]

So what happens if you don't get what you want?

[bulletbitten]

We'll cross that bridge when we get there, won't we.

[notvitiligo]

Will plank-walking be involved?

[bulletbitten]

I'll keep your request in mind.

[notvitiligo]

My request is, y'know, safe deliverance back to Beaumont, or my real home, though we've already established that that's unlikely. Again, I'm really just trying to gauge how terrified I ought to be.

[She's not sure she can survive plummeting from the air, even with ghosting. At best, momentum would send her several feet into the earth.]

[bulletbitten]

Don't be such a coward, lassy.

[notvitiligo]

Being a coward is kind of my thing, though. I mean, someone has to hold things down on the home front, right?

[bulletbitten]

Nope.

[notvitiligo]

I guess I'm just useless, then. Oh well.