Avatar RP VIII: Chapter VII: Timing

[Arhra]

There was a Bard who was a summoner here. He had no knives to summon with.

There was a mage of mauve magic here. She was probably being too modest for her own good.

There was an imitation white mage here. Her consciousness had been swallowed by moral dilemmas and the darkness in her heart. It would be swallowed up by more things soon enough.

A cosplayer had decided to make herself scarce.

There was man with a box for a head here. The box was full of fatalism and low spirits, with a hint of gloating over possible immortality.

There was a glowing, dead Chaos sorceress here. Dead people were not permitted to interfere.

There was another sorceress here. She was so very tired. And possibly a crossdresser.

There was a dragon here, doing everything a dragon can. Except flying, breathing fire, challenging knights, demanding sacrifices or sleeping on a pile of gold.

There was a Time Knight here. He'd been peddling drugs.

There was a Pyrokitty here. He was looking in blocked rooms and trying to deal with timers.

The hallway went straight and then made an abrupt right angle turn.

It spiralled down, making a half revolution before making another right angle turn, coming to a smaller chamber several meters directly below the site of the battle. There was an ancient dais in the middle.

To the side of the dais, a large blue and pink ball of energy burned through the ceiling, plopped onto the floor and squatted there sullenly.

On top of the raised dais was a U shaped ring of machinery, halfway between pipe organ, ship bridge and Victorian-era supercomputer.

Screens were clustered around, all of them counting down what little time was left.

Tick.

0:20

Tick.

0:19

The controls had been thoroughly smashed up. A long lever had been thrust into the wreckage like a spear. A note was pinned to the panel with it.

You've met with a terrible fate,
haven't you?

Where had it all gone so wrong?

It was probably Pyros and slash or Steel's fault.