closed. // spun like the spell you spin

[littlemissfutility]

WHO: Beth Greene, Wysteria Poppell, Ellis
WHAT: Beth comes out of a rift, promptly freaks.
WHEN: Early Cloudreach
WHERE: Outside Kirkwall
NOTES: Violence, other notes tbd

Here are the things Beth remembers: The hard metal of surgical shears, made warm from her skin. The fabric of Dawn's uniform against her hand. And an explosion of sound, the incomprehensible crack of a gun right beside her before everything stops.

That's it. But it's enough that she can piece together why she opens her eyes and she's not in a hospital anymore. Muddy ground, a green glow that's so acidic it doesn't look real, the smell of grass and saltwater--someplace outside, somewhere she's never seen before. There's a screeching that puts chills down her neck, and then she realizes that she's actually cold. And something else, hooded and swooping down at her like an angry crow, tattered fabric flapping around it as it comes at her.

She doesn't scream, but it's a near thing, her breath catching painfully in her throat. (You can't scream, more will come.) Fumbling for her knife--the shears are long gone, stuck in the chest of a woman she hopes to God is dead--she stabs at the creature. It gets close enough that she can see its face is hideous, worse than walkers. Its breath is freezing, its claw-like hands sharp at the tips, and all she can think (besides don't scream, don't scream) is I thought Hell would be warmer.

Comments

[heirring]

Wysteria hesitates for just a moment as Beth moves off as directed, attention flicking from the stakes to the girl and then finally to Ellis where her expression becomes wide eyed and all eyebrows as if to silently communicate 'Well this is strange and terrible, isn't it? Would you rate this higher or lower than the bird girl?' or perhaps 'How very fascinating that someone has arrived because of some mortal wound rather than by dreaming; when do you think might be an appropriate time to interrogate her about the details?' all through the sheer force of her expression.

And then she looses herself, trotting gamely off to fetch to the righthand stakes, calling out to the world at large, "Let us be quick about it for I should like very much to return to the Gallows and have myself a hot bath before it gets too late."

Good work, everyone.