—it happens in an instant. A sickening drop, a feeling of weightlessness that leaves your stomach in your throat and your arms flailing. Nothing where something should have been, where something had been only a moment ago, falling—
As if it never happened at all, you seem to blink. You're standing, foot still raised, about to take a step again.]
[ As if nothing ever happened and yet his pulse races and he drops immediately to the floor on all fours, breath catching, fingers digging into the ground ]
[The hands spread open and lose their shape, reconnecting into hearts, wheels, connected stars . . .
They return faithfully to their original shape as they fold down to the table again, cupping something on the box-table's surface, moving again to reveal a thick stack of cards.]
[There is dark, and there is darkness, , and there are cards, floating in the air between bones . . . a stack of cards being cut and shuffled, and shuffled, and cut.]
Shall we see what has been taken?
[Bones drift apart, swirl around spread cards, tumbling over and around each as they're guided to the table. The Two of Joy, the Ten of Flames crossing the Ace of Empty. Each is laid quickly, deftly, with mechanical precision. The Six of Death.]
smooth and polished under his fingers. It comes away from the others easily, no resistance at all, as if he was doing no more than picking it out of the air.
Behind the one he holds in his hand, piece by piece, the bones begin to fall.]
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devotedtothecore) wrote2011-04-06 01:07 am
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th-thump.
th-thump.]
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[ closes his eyes and listens, trying to pinpoint any particular direction to that heartbeat. ]
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But there is another sound, there in the dark. One more.
tick. tick. tick.]
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Nothing to do but walk towards the ticking sound 8[ with a kind of sweeping walk to feel out the ground in front of him every few paces
man it would be good to have shoes rn ]
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—it happens in an instant. A sickening drop, a feeling of weightlessness that leaves your stomach in your throat and your arms flailing. Nothing where something should have been, where something had been only a moment ago, falling—
As if it never happened at all, you seem to blink. You're standing, foot still raised, about to take a step again.]
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[ As if nothing ever happened and yet his pulse races and he drops immediately to the floor on all fours, breath catching, fingers digging into the ground ]
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When he raises his head, the dark is no longer completely dark. There's a table ahead, with two folded hands resting calmly upon it.]
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[ ON HIS FEET ]
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Welcome, thief.
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is this really not a dream. that chill down his spine could totally be something from a dream ]
--"thief"? I? ...you are mistaken.
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They return faithfully to their original shape as they fold down to the table again, cupping something on the box-table's surface, moving again to reveal a thick stack of cards.]
Shall we see?
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[ looking around him, trying to see the shadows of any kind of hidden mechanism in the darkness ]
If this is some game or prank...
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Shall we see what has been taken?
[Bones drift apart, swirl around spread cards, tumbling over and around each as they're guided to the table. The Two of Joy, the Ten of Flames crossing the Ace of Empty. Each is laid quickly, deftly, with mechanical precision. The Six of Death.]
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This is important. Remember this.
swallowing, throat dry ]
What do you mean? I do not understand--!
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Your card, Thief. Yours . . .
Shall we see?
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[ strides towards the table, reaching out to snatch at the floating fingers ]
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--no, more importantly-- gripping the card in one hand, the other reaches for the fingerbones themselves, carefully this time ]
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the bone is
smooth and polished under his fingers. It comes away from the others easily, no resistance at all, as if he was doing no more than picking it out of the air.
Behind the one he holds in his hand, piece by piece, the bones begin to fall.]
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--and yet instinctively tries to grab the other falling bones out of the air ]
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and he is falling
and it is so dark
and there is bone, bone in his hand, bones of his hand—
but even thoughts are falling away now, falling into the dark.]
Have a pleasant dream, Thief.