[ In that total absence of all light, Flourish can hear Curious stumble and give a line of profanity whose breadth and creativity was impressive for the utter lack of memories behind it. ]
No! [ They let go of Flourish's hand and check the end... not only was there no afterglow of the fire extinguished, but it was cold, as if never lit at all.
After a moment, and a few wild swings in the dark, their hand brushes Miles' shoulder and quickly works back down to grasp his' again. ]
It just... stopped when all the rest did. It's cold.
[ Even with their eyes adjusted there was nothing. No shadow, no movement, not even their own nose... they'd doubt even Flourish if they couldn't feel his hand, warm, in theirs. They hold on just as tightly. ]
It should... but it... None of that makes sense!
[ Somewhere, far off, is the deep, rumbling sound of something grinding. ]
I don't know... [ Fear made their voice a whisper. The incredulous anger had no more hold.
They follow Flourish to the ground, blind eyes casting about the nothing for some sense of what was going on around them and their fingers twisted in the fabric of their teammate's tunic. ]
[ In fact, the absolute depth of sightlessness could easily give way to the paranoid thought that the soft blue glow that began to pulse from something very small beside them was just a visual hallucination by a brain straining too hard for stimulus.
[ Could they run? The light the odd.... tentacled thing was giving off wasn't exactly enough to give a route back. Even so, Curious gets ready to pick Flourish up and bolt if they have to. ]
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Well, the throne itself is large enough. The rest ... not so much.
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[And there is the last warning flicker.]
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[ He hardly gets to the base of the throne before the torches go out, plunging them into darkness. ]
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Did you drop the torch?
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After a moment, and a few wild swings in the dark, their hand brushes Miles' shoulder and quickly works back down to grasp his' again. ]
It just... stopped when all the rest did. It's cold.
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[ He grips Curious' hand tightly once it returns. Like a drowning man clinging to a raft. Hell, he wasn't expecting it to be so dark. ]
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It should... but it... None of that makes sense!
[ Somewhere, far off, is the deep, rumbling sound of something grinding. ]
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Did you hear that?
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I did.
[ Silence follows, so deep the ears ring in their strain. ]
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We should get closer.
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What the hell is that--?
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They follow Flourish to the ground, blind eyes casting about the nothing for some sense of what was going on around them and their fingers twisted in the fabric of their teammate's tunic. ]
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The thing seems to wave. ]
Oh! Me! Pick me, I know.
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What - who are you?
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Who are you then?
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One of the Judges.
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