Merrick (shadowsremain) wrote in shadowlands_ic, @ 2017-07-22 16:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | merrick |
Who: Merrick
What: Narrative - What happened after and where Merrick went
Where: Merrick's Vessel
When: 3 July 1888 [backdated], immediately after this
Ratings/warnings: PG, A for Angst and SD for Sadness
Disappearing from the surgical theatre with electrical current reverberating against their skin and through their body, Merrick appeared inside their vessel. The djinn fell forward from a seated position to their knees on the now-cushioned floor of the initial sitting room of the nearly vastless pocket universe that existed within the object they were bound.
Fists clenched to white-knuckle pressed to the floor, Merrick panted through the residual pain as they smelled their mildly burnt flesh and blood slowly seeping from fresh wounds. This was their existence for the last half-century.
Merrick kept their eyes shut with tears slipping down their cheeks. This was the place they could let out their frustration, sadness, and pain in a pure and truthful form. No restriction by geas. No armor. Merrick was alone.
They trembled as they sat there. But all of it would pass. They would pack it all away and clean up. They would be summoned out of their vessel and the cycle would begin again.