[Words appear on the ground before you in glowing green. “Your sacrifice(s) are to die, by quill or by ink. Make your final peace, then meet your fate.”]
[Of course, if you wait for longer than fifteen minutes, the matter will be taken out of your hands. The oddly metallic pattern of shelves on the wall shift, peel off the paper and lash out — a number of books fly off the shelves and surround the doomed sacrifice. The books, which have pages as weighty as steel, start pressing down on their victim’s extremities. They crush fingers or toes, then hands and feet, more and more of them working their way up the unfortunate victim’s limbs until all that’s left is a torso and a head. It’s an excruciatingly slow process, culminating in the other books fluttering off to be replaced by a final, person-sized one oh-so-slowly pressing their chest and head until they finally expire in a manner befitting a pressed flower.
Not to worry, though! Even if the other partner tries to attack them or pull them off nothing will happen to them. They’re very monogamous books, and only crush on one person at a time--even if their persistence is irresistible.]
[they waited in silence, ignoring the words on the ground. maybe, if he could think of something appropriately withering, Erik might have written something on the wall with the offending ink. but he couldn't, so he didn't, just getting to his feet and taking hold of Charles's hand while they waited.
it's abrupt when the books come flying out, and Erik certainly didn't expect it. the first one slams into his back, but it's the second that knocks him sideways when it crashes into the back of one leg. the third drops him to the floor as the flurry surrounds them both.]
[even if he could have, Erik would be hard to find, submerged in books as he is. but it's still audible when he starts to scream as the books begin to crush his hands and feet.]
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thexfactor) wrote2015-09-18 03:15 pm
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[Words appear on the ground before you in glowing green. “Your sacrifice(s) are to die, by quill or by ink. Make your final peace, then meet your fate.”]
[Of course, if you wait for longer than fifteen minutes, the matter will be taken out of your hands. The oddly metallic pattern of shelves on the wall shift, peel off the paper and lash out — a number of books fly off the shelves and surround the doomed sacrifice. The books, which have pages as weighty as steel, start pressing down on their victim’s extremities. They crush fingers or toes, then hands and feet, more and more of them working their way up the unfortunate victim’s limbs until all that’s left is a torso and a head. It’s an excruciatingly slow process, culminating in the other books fluttering off to be replaced by a final, person-sized one oh-so-slowly pressing their chest and head until they finally expire in a manner befitting a pressed flower.
Not to worry, though! Even if the other partner tries to attack them or pull them off nothing will happen to them. They’re very monogamous books, and only crush on one person at a time--even if their persistence is irresistible.]
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it's abrupt when the books come flying out, and Erik certainly didn't expect it. the first one slams into his back, but it's the second that knocks him sideways when it crashes into the back of one leg. the third drops him to the floor as the flurry surrounds them both.]
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Charles! Are you listening?!
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I'm still here, and so are you. I don't regret this.
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Me . . . Me too.
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Fuck this Echo.
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boy, what a headache though.]
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