the jinn (thejinn) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-01-15 18:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, gabriel, jinn |
Who: Jinn and Gabriel
Where: A bowling alley in bug-land
When: After this and this
What: Jinn says a little prayer
Status: In progress
Warnings: Mentions of bugs, blood, and god-gore.
The hot, dry air was the only good thing to come out of this latest departure from graveyard and shed and snowy island. Had it been only that, Jinn might have expected the network to be rife with complaints from people in need of coffee, or their favorite sweater. Or other creature comforts. Not cries for help and expressions of outright horror. He knew that Eddie was out there somewhere, lost and trapped. He also knew that Salim hadn't said anything on the network. Neither had the little one, Cassie. At least Tandy seemed well — or alive, at least, and as pithy as ever. It had been Jinn's intention to sound off as requested when he had come across Eddie's message. Now, he was left with the regret of having made a promise he could not keep and the company of three large insectoid creatures determined to keep him pinned down inside an abandoned bowling alley. He was aware of losing daylight, as one of his escape attempts had shattered a window and both of the glass doors in the entrance, leaving just enough room for the not-quite-praying mantises to slip inside. Jinn could not risk another foray. The last one had seen him come uncomfortably close to a pair of mandibles as large as his head. His jacket had been slashed through, the leather hanging in ribbons along his left arm. There might have been skin in that, too, he wasn't certain. One of his boots was somewhere on the other side of the alley; he was sorry to lose it, but it had served him well as the only thing that stood between his foot and the insect's vicious bite. Sure, he could've grown back the foot. Eventually. Flames licked around the edges of the wounds he had failed to prevent, where blood had congealed into an oily, tar-like substance. He was not surprised that the lacerations were healing so slowly. This was what happened without faith to sustain him. It happened to every god, every cryptid. But there was one out there who still had faith to spare. (No. Not her.) Jinn grit his teeth, recalling the message he had glimpsed on the network. Prayer would bring rescue. Prayer. He looked down at the blaze he could just see spilling out of what should've been his stomach. He thought about Salim's eyes, and Eddie waiting for him, and Tandy too damn brave to hide, and who the fuck even knew where Malcolm or Richie were — and he whispered, "Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name..." If Media ever found out about this, he'd never hear the end of it. |