12npcs: (Default)
12npcs ([personal profile] 12npcs) wrote in [community profile] twelveheart2013-04-07 11:58 am

Day 1 Night

[ Over the murmur of conversations, explorations and violent attempts at escape, there comes a sound tick tick tick tick tick.............. CLICK.... The sky above snaps across the dome from blue to black... and everything goes dark.

A glow comes from the front door of each of the inns and one by one, you can see street lanterns begin to light up steadily past each of the gates.

The only flickering, organic light comes from above in the tower, spluttering high, high above everyone, through the slats of the closed shutters. After a moment, it's gone. ]
direstnews: (I've lied for one more clue)

[personal profile] direstnews 2013-04-09 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
You escaped injury yourself?
thevineintervention: (floral)

[personal profile] thevineintervention 2013-04-09 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
Aah, you misunderstand.


Perhaps I am not direct enough. I am the healer, who did not save her.
direstnews: (The dawn)

[personal profile] direstnews 2013-04-09 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
She was brought to you, then.
thevineintervention: (you believe but what you see)

[personal profile] thevineintervention 2013-04-09 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
As you say. There wasn't much I could do but make her comfortable. . . . she really wasn't interested in comfort.
Edited 2013-04-09 01:04 (UTC)
thevineintervention: (hurrrrrr)

[personal profile] thevineintervention 2013-04-09 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
Aah, the details get a little heavy from there.
direstnews: (Till I go the distance)

[personal profile] direstnews 2013-04-09 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Best then that I need no more than what you've given.
thevineintervention: (traces of the love you left)

[personal profile] thevineintervention 2013-04-09 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
If my story has helped, then you are welcome to it.
direstnews: (And a thousand years)

[personal profile] direstnews 2013-04-09 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
More than you know, but less than I'd like.

Still, knowledge gained makes up the pages of the tales we tell about ourselves. Without them all, the holes of plot become most vexing.