07-19-2020, 11:54 PM
“The Mound of Hostages. Sounds like a fun place,” Jaxen winked at Ethelinda as he positioned his wrists over each other like they were bound together. He had some experience in that regard: the good kind and the bad. Skimming her eyes, which were quite dark now that he really looked, he liked to focus specifically on the good.
When Aiden picked the lock to the tomb with the Ancient Power, Jaxen plucked him on the shoulder. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Aiden McNally,” he winked and ducked into the darkness on their heels.
First thing he noticed was the smell of dirt and stagnant air. Second thing was that it was really fucking dark. He ran a finger along the carvings Aiden showed, but the symbols meant nothing except that they got his hand dirty. He rubbed it on Aiden’s sleeve, but didn’t apologize if it was noticed beyond an innocent shrug.
When Ethelinda just stood in the threshold, Jaxen’s smirk faded. The hair on his arms stood and a shiver crawled down his spine. He took a step backward, aware that retreat would only plunge him further into a hostage hole, but at least it put someone (ahem: Aiden) between him and her.
As he stepped, his foot struck on a rock, and he fell on his ass.
“Not ag–“
It happened before he could finish the words.
The shadow of her hoods expanded, and darkness rushed down the tunnel. Next thing he knew, the blackness pressed hard from all directions. He couldn't breathe. Iron bands clasped around his throat; his eyeballs bulged from their sockets; and his eardrums burst like they were bleeding. It was over in a flash, but that couldn't have come soon enough.
“—Again!” he popped to his feet almost immediately upon landing, turning in a circle and calling out for whom he assumed was the one that teleported him there. “Sora! Come out! I know it has to be you,” he summoned the Ancient Power, letting it roll through his body.
Alas, he realized Sora was not there. Two other shapes darkened the floor.
He went to stand over Aiden and Sage to see if they were dead.
When Aiden picked the lock to the tomb with the Ancient Power, Jaxen plucked him on the shoulder. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Aiden McNally,” he winked and ducked into the darkness on their heels.
First thing he noticed was the smell of dirt and stagnant air. Second thing was that it was really fucking dark. He ran a finger along the carvings Aiden showed, but the symbols meant nothing except that they got his hand dirty. He rubbed it on Aiden’s sleeve, but didn’t apologize if it was noticed beyond an innocent shrug.
When Ethelinda just stood in the threshold, Jaxen’s smirk faded. The hair on his arms stood and a shiver crawled down his spine. He took a step backward, aware that retreat would only plunge him further into a hostage hole, but at least it put someone (ahem: Aiden) between him and her.
As he stepped, his foot struck on a rock, and he fell on his ass.
“Not ag–“
It happened before he could finish the words.
The shadow of her hoods expanded, and darkness rushed down the tunnel. Next thing he knew, the blackness pressed hard from all directions. He couldn't breathe. Iron bands clasped around his throat; his eyeballs bulged from their sockets; and his eardrums burst like they were bleeding. It was over in a flash, but that couldn't have come soon enough.
“—Again!” he popped to his feet almost immediately upon landing, turning in a circle and calling out for whom he assumed was the one that teleported him there. “Sora! Come out! I know it has to be you,” he summoned the Ancient Power, letting it roll through his body.
Alas, he realized Sora was not there. Two other shapes darkened the floor.
He went to stand over Aiden and Sage to see if they were dead.