realityshifted | I was shaking, screaming, I was still alive

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I was shaking, screaming, I was still alive

[A loud scream breaks out on floor eight. It is probably so loud that it can be heard on other floors. 806 comes running out of her room, slamming the door shut behind her.]

[Then, making the door-slamming pointless (but forgive a woman in a panic), 806's eyes glow gold as she lifts a hand and blasts the door down. Anyone nearby can briefly see a curved sword at the foot of the bed. 806's eyes flash golden again, and a fire lights up in her room.]

[806 is shaking, a hand clamped tight over her mouth.]

[Also, that fire is just getting bigger. Someone might want to work with that.]

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[802 stares in shock for a few seconds before snapping into action] Come on.

[802 will just grab her by the elbow and try to pull her away from where she's standing in the hallway near her room, because yeah, she just burned a room with her eyes, at least that's how it looked, but 802 isn't really looking to burn any witches anywhere, whether at the onsen or at the stake.]

[She tries to pull away from him.] Wait! Wait! I have to get rid of it!

The only thing you need to do is get away from that fire. [he can go himself and get some water from the hot springs to put it out later, but right now the biggest priority is getting 806 away before she hurts herself. He tightens his grip on her and wraps his arm around her other arm and begins to forcibly pull her away]

It isn't hot enough! It won't melt the thing! Let me go!

[806 struggles against him. This time the flash of gold is followed by a percussive blast as 802 is sent flying away.]

[806's eyes widen when she realizes what she's done, and she races over.] I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I--

[he rubs the back of his head where it collided with the wall, as he sits up, staring up at 806 with a mixture of shock and confusion and fear. He's also feeling something else he can't quite identify] You're not well. [it's somewhere between accusation and pity. He takes a breath, still recovering fro the blow. He pulls himself up, his gaze falling back to the room] What are you trying to melt? What's wrong with you?

There's a sword, in that room, in my room--[She's taking shallow breaths, trying to calm herself again. The more she thinks of it, the less calm she can be.]--it was--I don't know why--I don't know why, but I have to destroy it.

[he watches her, and even though it sounds completely insane, he's not going to argue with her right now, considering just how distressed she seems to be] Wandering this place I discovered a hole here that seems to be like an endless abyss, only it stands in the middle of space. We can drop this sword into that hole and it will never return.

[Yes. Yes, that idea seems good.] Yes. That will do. [Morgana gets to her feet and--run back into the fire to get the sword. She manages to get around it, but picking it up, her hand starts to shake. It's like--god, it's like she can see blood on it, on her hands, and...]

[he stares in shock as she runs in, and as he realizes she's not running back out, he runs in after her, angry that she would run in there and do something like that without even thinking] Are you a complete idiot? [he reaches to grab the sword out of her hand, so he can hold that in one hand while he drags her out with the other]

[She doesn't even have it in her to snap back. She lets him pull her along, not seeing a thing, until they're out in the hall.]

[once they're out of the room, he drops the sword to the ground and then grips both of her shoulders] What is wrong with you? Are you that stupid that you run into a burning room without a second thought? [he stares at the room] The fire needs to be put out before we do anything else. You can help me or you can stay here. [he lets go of her so he can go to one of the hot springs to start gathering water]

[She doesn't say anything at all, doesn't react or fight back. She stays, slumping against the wall. The sword is beside her where it fell and she can't stop staring at it and she can't remember anything at all.]

[802 returns a few minutes later with a couple buckets full of water, and he throws a disdainful look at 806 before stepping around her to try to start putting the fire out. Obviously it needs more than a couple buckets, and he realizes the way it's spreading he can't do it single-handedly. He grabs her wrist to pull her up] Never mind what I said before. Make yourself useful and help me. [and then he's heading back for the hot springs to grab some more water.]

[On her feet, 806 takes another shallow, staggered breath. And then a longer one. She gathers her strength around her, and she doesn't know, but--she takes hold of the power and pushes it all in. Force like that which moved Arthur shoves the flames inwards, blasting some out, driving the rest into a more confined space.]

[when he comes back up he sees how contained the fire is. He gives 806 a look, before dousing what's left of the fire with the buckets. He puts the buckets down in her room and then comes back out to pick up the sword] Do you want to come with me to get rid of this sword or will you stay here. [a pause] No one would think less of you if you didn't come. [because even if he didn't say anything, and won't say anything, he couldn't help but notice how she stared at that sword the first time he came up with the water, plus her entire meltdown in general]

I want to see that it's gone.

[There is a force to her voice.

Like a king sentencing death.]

Then we need to go now. [he picks up the sword, really looking at it for the first time, and a sick and twisted sort of sadness and anger courses through him for a few seconds that he can't explain or reason. He almost wants to toss the sword aside, but he can't and he won't. He only makes his grip on it even firmer] There is something not right about the thing, I agree. The sooner we're rid of it the better.

I can carry it. [She seems like she can. Strangely, she feels stronger now. Perhaps because she has found a way to destroy it.]

[he hesitates and then hands it over to her] Just try not to set the place on fire while you're holding it. [there is an edge of humour there, because dude, is this one tense situation]

[She shoots him a bit of a look before taking it. For a moment, she freezes again.]

If I knew why I hated it, I wouldn't be this scared.

[She looks at him as if to ask if he understands.]

[he frowns, because he does understand]

It may be enchanted in some way to prey on negative emotions. You said before that this place was playing on fears.

It certainly may be so. [It's only that it feels like there is more.]

Either way, we'll be rid of the thing soon and not have to worry over it any longer. [he purposely stops looking at the sword, because it all feels too personal in all the worst ways and he has no idea why]

[he desperately wants to focus on anything that isn't that sword, so he'll try a little bit of humor and mockery aimed at 806] I may have to be more careful about getting on your bad side, after seeing the state of your rooms.

[806's eyes widen, and her grip on the sword tightens, as if she is ready to attack. In that moment, the sleeve of her dress falls back some--and on her wrists are burn marks, like that of ropes.] It isn't criminal here.

[he pauses, assessing her, and then continues walking. He had a feeling trying to actively talk her down probably wouldn't be helpful here anyway] It's not criminal in many places. Camelot isn't the only kingdom, and there are stories of wandering Druid communities throughout the lands.

[806 looks away and clenches her jaw. She doesn't say anything at all as they descend.]

[he doesn't look back at 806 and assumes she's following, so he will continue walking in silence until they get to the black hole or until 806 stops them, whichever comes first]

[Morgana keeps quiet. When she reaches the area, she stops, frowning.] This is... truly bizarre.

That sums up this entire experience. [he clears the way so she can pitch the sword into the black hole, because this is what their lives are like]

[She does exactly that, and with its absence, she feels such a relief that she almost collapses in her sigh. Only 802's presence reminds her to keep her bearings.]

[he can't help feeling some relief after the sword is gone, but there is still an uneasy feeling that lingers. He sighs, the sigh sounding annoyed to cover up all the other odd feelings he cannot explain] Come on, we'll see what we can salvage of your rooms.

It's fine. I don't... I don't want to sleep there again. I wouldn't be able to.

Unless you also possess some type of magic that eliminates the need for sleep you will have to sleep somewhere. [a pause] If you would like, I can take your rooms and you can have mine. [HE STILL HAS HIS CHIVALRY, DAMMIT, EVEN IF HE'S NOT SURE WHY. OOOH, MAYBE HE WAS A KNIGHT! THAT WOULD BE COOL!]

I can sleep... somewhere. In one of the buildings that doesn't cast a spell on me. Or in one of the dining areas. It's fine.

A lady should at least have a proper room to sleep in. Take my room.

I might not be a lady. I don't remember being one.

[203 bursts onto floor eight from the stairwell, his eyes widening at what lies before him. The sight of the flames curling out of the room and licking at the walls around the door does not seem to bother him at all--but he is concerned for the woman standing in the hall. Without a single thought at what he's doing, he strides over to her and shields her from the fire.]

Calm yourself.

[He does not know how he's doing what he does next either, but with a twist of his hand, the hallway starts to turn cooler, the air growing thinner--and the fires start to die. The fires aren't completely out when he snaps out of it, shocked at what he's done and yet...instinctively he knows it is natural and not something to fear. He looks over his shoulder at her, a small relieved smile on his face.] All will be well, my lady. [He lets out a small incredulous laugh.] All will be well.

[Now...to figure out what he did before so he can put the fires out entirely...]

[At such an impressive display of magic, Morgana is more than a little surprised. It is magnificent witchcraft, and the sheer gift to it pulls her mind away from some of that fear. She even smiles back at him.]

I... trust that it will be.

[Then her eyes widen as she remembers.] Wait! Wait, that sword! I must get rid of it!

[That was the whole, ludicrous impulse behind setting the room on fire: to get rid of the sword]

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[He looks between her, the sword in the room, and back, somewhat distracted from his enchantments.] Why must you do such a thing? Is it cursed?

I don't know, I just--[She breaks off as she seeks the words for it.] The fear of I saw in the halls of that ballroom [(the hem of her sleeve, falling back in a gesture, reveals burn marks from ropes)] cannot compare to the fear I felt seeing that thing. I just can't stand knowing it still exists.

[He catches sight of those wounds, immediately concerned.] Then we must, with haste, dispatch it. Once it is, I shall tend to your wounds before they grow worse.

[He puts a reassuring hand on her shoulder, then proceeds into the room to retrieve the sword.]

[Twisting her hands in anxiousness, she waits for him. When he returns, she can't take her eyes from the sword.] Can you destroy it?

[201 isn't in an all that much happier place. Still, he'll take any distraction from the broken, (fake) bloody mess in front of his room. Expecting something horrible? Sure, that scream sounded like someone was getting murdered (and this was preferable to the horror he woke up to... how?) but he hadn't expected magic to factor into this. Or the burning room.

... This made his reaction seem almost tame in comparison]

What happened? [he looks at the fire and moves to pull the woman away from the burning room] Nevermind. Do you know how to stop it?

[because he was sure that the water spell he used previously would have little effect on this blaze]

[She lets herself be pulled along for a moment, then shakes her head.] No! No, I can't stop it. Not until that sword is destroyed.

[She is in such a panic that she hardly understands what she is trying to bring about.]

You'll take down the entire building with it! [he'll shake her in a moment if she doesn't put out the blaze]

[they could get water from the baths on the floor below them, but if she couldn't control these flames-] Get a hold of yourself!!

[water, they needed water... Did he have a spell that could work for this?]

Get out of my way! [It's those golden eyes again as she makes to knock him away with a percussive blast.]

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I AM SO SORRY