[a at the entry] [It isn't something that Padmé had thought about, having too many other thoughts on her mind. Where the dead go hasn't been something that she's sought to investigate, rather seeking to learn more about this place in general. The scream is wrenched from her throat as she finds herself tugged downward. Soil fills her mouth, losing her awareness as she plummets with a groan on impact. Heaving breathes as she coughs up dirt, spitting out the clumps that linger within. Yet she remains for several minutes there on her side, pain wrenching through her, before she rolls onto her back.
Nothing seems broken, so that is a good thing, although there's likely to be a very impressive bruise come tomorrow. She finds herself glancing around, but this is no jungle. There are vines above, but it's underground if she has to guess. Her glance roams, taking in what she can, listening for any sounds that might catch her attention, any threats that may be looming. Eventually, she does get up with a groan, finding a cut along her arm that oozes slowly blood. There's nothing to be done about that yet as she takes a step towards what appears to be a shrine. She doesn't know enough to know who it is for, and after a moment of exploring, she takes a seat to go through the backpack.
It's by now that she notices another arriving, no doubt in much the same way that Padmé had, and she rises, rushing over to see if they need any help. Or, perhaps, if they have any idea where they are.]
Hey! Take it easy. Do you need anything?
[b untouchable temptations] [Should she just have sat by that goat head? Should she have tried harder to find a way back up? Had there been something that Padmé had missed? This place is too new and she barely has an understanding of it. She's been able to manage some of it, but this? She shivers, eyes darting around. How long...? The game had been strange, but Padmé had eventually figured out that she just needed to get it done and over with. This place? Is forward the only answer?
She'd lost time with the water, both in trying to figure out how to navigate it and later being disorientated. Stumbling and tripping, it had perhaps only been luck that had seen her to the other side where she had collapsed. It's made her wary now as she enters the room filled with treasure. It isn't actually something that calls to her. While she may have enjoyed fancy dresses, it doesn't sing in her blood to gather more wealth. If anything, she would rather use what she had to help others. But she hasn't seen anyone for some time, which is why it startles her when she does see someone.]
Do you see the exit?
[c exiting] [Go, go, go... It keeps screaming in her mind. Get out, get out, get out. How long she's been down there, Padmé doesn't know. Minutes, hours, weeks, months, years... Time has lost it's meaning. No doubt she likely is a horrid sight as she suddenly emerges, straight out of the ground. At another time, she would have given things a little more thought, been a little more courteous to the fact that it may well be someone's grave.
Not today.
A breath of air is heaved as she wrenches downward, dirt all but covering her body, yet the blood remains. Between the mushrooms and her nails, a number has been left upon her arms and legs, and oh, oh, if this is another room... She's drained, sore all over, blood drenching her skin. Dried in some places, caked in dirt, freshly bleeding on others. She may well have fought a nexu, but this time it had been her own nails that had done this. But up, up you go, her mind says, and Padmé slowly lurches to one foot, swaying for a moment, before putting one foot in front of the other. It's all that she concentrates on, at least until she sees a person ahead, and only then does she croak out.]
PROMPT 2: CATACOMBS LEVEL : OPEN
[It isn't something that Padmé had thought about, having too many other thoughts on her mind. Where the dead go hasn't been something that she's sought to investigate, rather seeking to learn more about this place in general. The scream is wrenched from her throat as she finds herself tugged downward. Soil fills her mouth, losing her awareness as she plummets with a groan on impact. Heaving breathes as she coughs up dirt, spitting out the clumps that linger within. Yet she remains for several minutes there on her side, pain wrenching through her, before she rolls onto her back.
Nothing seems broken, so that is a good thing, although there's likely to be a very impressive bruise come tomorrow. She finds herself glancing around, but this is no jungle. There are vines above, but it's underground if she has to guess. Her glance roams, taking in what she can, listening for any sounds that might catch her attention, any threats that may be looming. Eventually, she does get up with a groan, finding a cut along her arm that oozes slowly blood. There's nothing to be done about that yet as she takes a step towards what appears to be a shrine. She doesn't know enough to know who it is for, and after a moment of exploring, she takes a seat to go through the backpack.
It's by now that she notices another arriving, no doubt in much the same way that Padmé had, and she rises, rushing over to see if they need any help. Or, perhaps, if they have any idea where they are.]
Hey! Take it easy. Do you need anything?
[b untouchable temptations]
[Should she just have sat by that goat head? Should she have tried harder to find a way back up? Had there been something that Padmé had missed? This place is too new and she barely has an understanding of it. She's been able to manage some of it, but this? She shivers, eyes darting around. How long...? The game had been strange, but Padmé had eventually figured out that she just needed to get it done and over with. This place? Is forward the only answer?
She'd lost time with the water, both in trying to figure out how to navigate it and later being disorientated. Stumbling and tripping, it had perhaps only been luck that had seen her to the other side where she had collapsed. It's made her wary now as she enters the room filled with treasure. It isn't actually something that calls to her. While she may have enjoyed fancy dresses, it doesn't sing in her blood to gather more wealth. If anything, she would rather use what she had to help others. But she hasn't seen anyone for some time, which is why it startles her when she does see someone.]
Do you see the exit?
[c exiting]
[Go, go, go... It keeps screaming in her mind. Get out, get out, get out. How long she's been down there, Padmé doesn't know. Minutes, hours, weeks, months, years... Time has lost it's meaning. No doubt she likely is a horrid sight as she suddenly emerges, straight out of the ground. At another time, she would have given things a little more thought, been a little more courteous to the fact that it may well be someone's grave.
Not today.
A breath of air is heaved as she wrenches downward, dirt all but covering her body, yet the blood remains. Between the mushrooms and her nails, a number has been left upon her arms and legs, and oh, oh, if this is another room... She's drained, sore all over, blood drenching her skin. Dried in some places, caked in dirt, freshly bleeding on others. She may well have fought a nexu, but this time it had been her own nails that had done this. But up, up you go, her mind says, and Padmé slowly lurches to one foot, swaying for a moment, before putting one foot in front of the other. It's all that she concentrates on, at least until she sees a person ahead, and only then does she croak out.]
Where... where is this?