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Tweak says, "Beware the eye!"

kitsch (taylorwade) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-10 13:10:00

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active, day eleven, robin of locksley, sarah williams, torin kerr

Day 11
Who:: Robin, Sarah and Torin
What:: Running the Labyrinth
When:: Early Morning
Where:: Uh... the Labyrinth
Rating:: PGish?
Status:: Incomplete

Robin rose early, before the sun could, and began to make his preparations for the Labyrinth. He filled a pack with food supplies from the kitchen, along with water. He also made sure that he had things with which to treat minor scrapes and lacerations. He ensured that his quiver was full of fletched arrows and his bow was restrung. He packed a change of clothing and an extra pair of boots. He also packed a fur-lined cloak in case it continued to snow.

When he was certain that he was ready to go, he dressed comfortably in traveling clothes and strapped his sword to his waist and slung his bow over his shoulder. Both his pack and his quiver went over the other and cinched tightly to assure mobility. With his key and his journal safely tucked away, Robin left his room and headed for the outdoors.

He was surprised to see that the snow was sparse and he wondered if it would melt away before it snowed again. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, so he hurried along until he found his way to the entrance of the Labyrinth. Casting his gaze around, Robin searched for the companion he was to have on the journey, Sarah.

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gunnykerr
2009-06-26 07:18 pm UTC (link)

Torin's eyes narrowed as she realized what Sarah was doing moments before the other woman went through the apparently solid wall. She sighed and repressed the urge to shudder.

"Walls" she muttered, wincing at the harshness of her singing voice. "Of course."

It wasn't hard to take the few steps to where Sarah had passed through. It wasn't even hard to step up to where she knew the opening was. But it took an extreme effort of will to just lift her arm to touch the wall. But there was nothing under her hand where a wall should be, and that comforted her. Big Yellow had always felt solid until it sucked you down or through. This was... like a simulation. That was it. This whole thing was just a big, crazy simulation. Suddenly she felt a whole lot better about this thing. She could do simulations.

"We sure there's only one way?" she asked, trying to sing quickly to save everyone the pain. "It's a maze. Might both be right?"

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