mythopoeics

He'd be in the middle of work when he had been taken. His first fear was that it was false world again, that he and Gawain were done for now. But the surroundings sank in and he realized it was a different kind of game now. Not that it made the matter more pleasant.

Not that what was about to happen was going to improve his health. Arrows whizzed by his head and he dove to get close to the ground. Feeling for whatever was on him (a compass, a knife and a phone), he cursed his lurk and tried to listen for steps. An unmistakable crunch of a branch toward his left came and he was up, running for shelter. Something slipped past his head, encouraging his speed. The next one that slit through his pant leg and through flesh encouraged prayer.

I will not be hunted. I am no fucking prey. Flashes of being pursed by Queen Helen's men hit him, inspiring and pushing him. And by the time he was somewhere southwest of the maze (he didn't even know there were two sides to the damn thing), the once-knight realized he'd lost his hunter. But this wasn't good. Especially not for many of the less capable around (he couldn't phrase it any better than that right then).

Tristan of Cornwall was going to need to do some serious knight work. After the blood stopped running so freely from his body.

Tristan of Cornwall, you can run but know that none of you can leave here, no matter what you try. You all have given us many headaches so consider this stress-relief. [Especially Kala, but there was no need to say that, not then, not in public. Some troubles did not need to casually aired.]

Run as far as you can. Know that no matter where you go, you will be found. You will be taken. And it may not even be by us.

Still. I plan on getting the highest count. So make the chase good for me. If you do, glory awaits you as my prizes.

[Hermione had been fortunate enough not to wake up in her jammies, having been working diligently on an assignment that was due the coming day. Of course, there'd be no getting to that, no school to speak of as she opened her eyes to see the open sky. She was alone, uncomfortable, and some animal skittered past her feet upon sitting up.

But she was too full of pride to ask for help.]

I woke up on rocks. Not on the grass two feet away -- the rocks.

Oh... I woke up someplace weird. Again.

Well, let's try and think positive about all this... Um, I know! At least the weather is nice, and there's lots of pretty trees and places to explore? And I can hear other people nearby, so that's probably good too... Right...? I should see if it's someone I could team up with. For safety.

[Filter: Morpheus]

I know you asked for a 'fucking garden' so wish granted.

In all seriousness, what in the fuck?

[Filter: Public]

I, for one, find the fruit delicious.

Is everyone all right?

Locations, please. Compass directions will do just fine.

[text to Patrick]

Location?

[text to Emilia/text to Maud]

Please let me know where you are, and that you are safe.

[Blackwell filter]

I find myself in the rather unenviable situation of having grass stains in less than desirable places. Would anyone be so kind as to explain the situation? I would find it so helpful. ♥

[call to Katie]

Katie? Please tell me immediately if you are all right. I don't -- I don't know where I am right now, but if there's any way I can get to you, I will.

( This darkest grace )