[You aren't where you just were a moment ago. You remember it very clearly: who you were talking to, or fighting with, or what book you were reading.
Now? It is bit like you blinked and never opened your eyes again. The world around you is dark and devoid of boundaries or shapes. Little swirls of light and after images dance in front of your straining eyes. Your ears cling to the comfort of the sound of your clothes and your breathing over the overwhelming nothing around you.
All you know is that you are standing and you are very, very alone right now.]
[Unsheathing her sword and holding it straight in front of her, the blade glowing a faint red. It wasn't much, but maybe it would help shed some light on the situation (ha ha)]
[ It seems to be illuminated from above, though there is no light source to be found. Cracked porcelain hands lift from the table to float in the air before you. They click and grind spastically, beckoning you closer. ]
[ It takes another long moment of twitching and crackling and grinding before they can move something like human fingers. They begin shuffling the deck. ]
[ Then they begin to lay out the spread on the table. The Ace of Flame, the Ten of Death. Six of Death, Six of Empty, Five of Joy- One after another the cards are laid out with dizzying, mechanical speed. The hands creak and grind, and a fine white powder is drifting down onto the already-laid cards. ]
[ The hands turn the card to face her. It shows a well-worn stuffed rabbit, patches of its velvet fur rubbed bald, and one of its button eyes missing. ]
[Your dreams are twisted by a certain driving frustration. Somewhere, just ahead, you hear a heartbeat, thudding dutifully. But no matter what you do, you can't seem to get any closer to it.]
[You have a dream about starring in a play with Chrono. He forgets his lines at the critical scene and you can't help but laugh. You feel like something's missing.]
[Night 0]
Now? It is bit like you blinked and never opened your eyes again. The world around you is dark and devoid of boundaries or shapes. Little swirls of light and after images dance in front of your straining eyes. Your ears cling to the comfort of the sound of your clothes and your breathing over the overwhelming nothing around you.
All you know is that you are standing and you are very, very alone right now.]
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What's the meaning of this? Show yourself!
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[Taking a cautious step forward]
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[Huffs at her surroundings]
If this is some sort of prank...
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tick
sort
tick
of
tock
prank
tick
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Time Lord...?
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[Cups her hand and calls out:] Hello!
[Come out, come out, echo. Wherever you are]
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Hello . . . ello . . . lo . . . Thief.
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That's a pretty bold accusation. I could say the same of you.
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Have the decency to at least show yourself!
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Thank you.
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[Stops a little more than arm's length away from those hands. ... Don't get too close. Don't let them grab you]
Yes?
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T-thief, shall we-
Shall we-
-wh-what has been taken, Thief-
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[ Then they begin to lay out the spread on the table. The Ace of Flame, the Ten of Death. Six of Death, Six of Empty, Five of Joy- One after another the cards are laid out with dizzying, mechanical speed. The hands creak and grind, and a fine white powder is drifting down onto the already-laid cards. ]
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You have a pair.
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[ The hands grind to almost nothing as they deal the cards. Finally, the tiny white finger tips hold up a single card face down. ]
Split Thief.
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How do I split a single card?
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[ The hands turn the card to face her. It shows a well-worn stuffed rabbit, patches of its velvet fur rubbed bald, and one of its button eyes missing. ]
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A stuffed toy...?
[Night 2]
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