[time slips away like sand through a child's hand. in the darkness, she hears the beating of wings. familiar, lulling. tranquil. it feels like the mists in the moments before a match - waiting and ready.
and then she awakens with a gasp, and it's that strange city again. everything from before passes back through her mind, disoriented but leaving her standing, walking anew and trying to make sense of things.
(when she finds something that looks useful, she keeps it in her satchel.)
red flames dance and lead her to the apartments, and tired as she is - mentally, not physically - she goes. it's like a strange dream, creeping through the fading building, but that raises the question of which room she can use. by now, she's midway up the building, in a hall, and to her knowledge alone with only the creeping sense of dread and observation on her.
Emily sighs, and leans her back against the wall.]
God help me.
[the prayer is more resigned than anything else, and her voice feels so loud in this eerie quiet. hopefully no one living in these rooms actually heard.]
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and then she awakens with a gasp, and it's that strange city again. everything from before passes back through her mind, disoriented but leaving her standing, walking anew and trying to make sense of things.
(when she finds something that looks useful, she keeps it in her satchel.)
red flames dance and lead her to the apartments, and tired as she is - mentally, not physically - she goes. it's like a strange dream, creeping through the fading building, but that raises the question of which room she can use. by now, she's midway up the building, in a hall, and to her knowledge alone with only the creeping sense of dread and observation on her.
Emily sighs, and leans her back against the wall.]
God help me.
[the prayer is more resigned than anything else, and her voice feels so loud in this eerie quiet. hopefully no one living in these rooms actually heard.]