necrolord: <user name="thebutt"> (brick and mortar thick as scripture)
ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴜɴᴅʏɪɴɢ ([personal profile] necrolord) wrote in [community profile] deercountry 2022-02-14 08:02 pm (UTC)

Oh, I believe it. There've been folks limping up to me half-dead all week.

[ He says it breezily, like the man's condition is nothing more surprising than a sprained ankle. And, sure, he's seen a handful of rougher cases. This still ranks.

The forest swallows them immediately. The trees are dark and tangled; the snow is largely untouched. It's darker than it should be, in here, and all sound from the district comes strangely muted. Everything prickles with a foreboding, oppressive chill.

He stops in a little clearing, the ground blanketed with snow. The atmosphere is solemn and pristine. ]


So, two options. Or you can walk away, obviously, this isn't a kidnapping; door's always open. [ He gestures to the trees as though to demonstrate just how open the space is. ] I can patch up the arm, and that'll hold you for a little while. Or you can tell me what you want to do to this guy, and I can even give you a decent punching bag for it.

[ He does not mean himself. This is probably not apparent. ]

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