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020 ✳ day 221 ✳ audio/action
Aug. 9th, 2014 03:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blackmagusSo, stop me if you've heard this one before. An orc walks into a bar with a parrot. "That's neat," says the bartender, "where'd you get it?"
"In a cave," says the parrot.
[Despite the joke, Fortescue is terribly unamused by the situation. Her breathing is on the heavy side, labored by some heavy bruising from being slammed into a tunnel wall by a baby dragon. On the plus side of that whole debacle, she's fireproof when she wants to be.
On the minus... well, there's a lot of minuses. She's tired, needs a drink, and the best weapon she has is a sword. Which she's not really trained to use, but it's better than nothing. Because her own personal hell is stalking through these tunnels. She can hear them occasionally, and she's kept on the move to try and stay ahead of them.
Speaking of which, a loud, echoing click comes from somewhere behind her — probably — and she stumbles back into a brisk walk. All the color's drained from her face, which is why this is an audio broadcast. Still, she can't help her shaky tone. Bad memories come with every click.
Jazz is curled tightly around her shoulders. He's extremely at risk in this situation.]
Anyone find something interesting in here? Other than our fellow captives, of course. They're very interesting, what with their trying to rend our flesh from our bones. I've never cared for centipedes and I like them even less when they're big enough to wrap around my leg.
"In a cave," says the parrot.
[Despite the joke, Fortescue is terribly unamused by the situation. Her breathing is on the heavy side, labored by some heavy bruising from being slammed into a tunnel wall by a baby dragon. On the plus side of that whole debacle, she's fireproof when she wants to be.
On the minus... well, there's a lot of minuses. She's tired, needs a drink, and the best weapon she has is a sword. Which she's not really trained to use, but it's better than nothing. Because her own personal hell is stalking through these tunnels. She can hear them occasionally, and she's kept on the move to try and stay ahead of them.
Speaking of which, a loud, echoing click comes from somewhere behind her — probably — and she stumbles back into a brisk walk. All the color's drained from her face, which is why this is an audio broadcast. Still, she can't help her shaky tone. Bad memories come with every click.
Jazz is curled tightly around her shoulders. He's extremely at risk in this situation.]
Anyone find something interesting in here? Other than our fellow captives, of course. They're very interesting, what with their trying to rend our flesh from our bones. I've never cared for centipedes and I like them even less when they're big enough to wrap around my leg.