quintessent: (There's an ocean made of dreams)
Allura ([personal profile] quintessent) wrote in [community profile] nysalogs 2018-04-23 09:37 pm (UTC)

[Sorry, horror isn’t Allura’s normal genre.

The building is oppressively quiet, despite the storm raging outside; her companion’s sudden absence hanging in the air as heavily as his presence had been. Allura feels the hair at the back of her neck standing on edge, and her breathing seems loud to her ears. Cautiously, she takes a few steps forward, until her reflection looks up at her from the puddle where Boxer had been standing only moments before.
]

Calm down, Allura. Surely there’s some explanation for this…

[Lightning flashes again, and her bayard is in hand before she can really think about it (not sure what it can do against some unseen force that steals people away). The dim grey light is replaced by a familiar blue-green as the sword crackles back to life. She glances at the device,]

…I don’t suppose you know where he’s gone?

[Talking to inanimate objects is normal.]

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