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 Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 9:05 pm
"Will do," Evan replied, keeping one eye on the secret passage and the other on the front door.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:01 pm
lizbot we're goin to the chapel and we're gooooonna get muuuuurdered "Sure, ok," he replied, voice low, brow drawn in a slight frown. It seemed... wrong, that it was a house of God that harbored some of the worst dangers. Aye aye, captain! was Sally's reply, jovial tone only slightly strained. It made him smile just a little - a slight curve of lips. He offered Sasha his hand. "If I say ladies first, will you hit me?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:08 pm
"No," Sasha reached out to take Wash's hand, her skin cool. She hated the way her hand trembled, and tightly laced her fingers through his. Her stride was quick and clipped, and she was constantly on the alert for anything out of the ordinary.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:20 pm
In the cellar, well above Jerry and Dylon, music began to play, softly at first and then gaining strength as a girl's voice joined in. In the chapel, Sasha would find everything much the same only much, much cleaner. Fresh flowers were laid out on the altar. The door to the tombs was unlocked.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:30 pm
Sasha paused as they entered the chapel, her eyes immediately locked on the altar. The flowers were fresh, and she wasn't entirely sure who could have placed them there. The only living person she'd met was... "I want to look in the rectory first. Just. Just a quick peek." She cleared her throat. "It's where I left her. The old woman. I want to ... I just want to see." Hugging the wall, Sasha tugged Wash along after her to see if the rectory door was still unlocked.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:33 pm
Wash eyed the fresh flowers too, biting his lip. His frown deepened.
"Ok. I'm right behind ya."
Hail Mary, full of grace...
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:42 pm
The rectory was polished and dusted with obvious care and attention to detail. While no bloodstains remained, there were scour marks on the floor that indicated its total removal was not an easy task.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:49 pm
Sasha's breathing grew shallow as she wheeled around and moved quickly towards the door that led to the tombs.
"The last time I was down here, the old woman locked me in. What do you think we should do now? I mean." She wet her lips and exhaled softly.
"I can go down alone and get the ladder while you watch the door? We can just. I don't know. Talk to one another. Keep in contact. Or we can go down together and risk the same thing happening to you that happened to me."
Sasha was desperately clinging to any thread of serenity that she could muster. It wasn't easy. There was a terror deep in her chest that caused a cool sweat to glisten along her forehead.
"Wash. What do we do?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:52 pm
At the sudden sound of music, Jerry's head perked up, immediately flashing his light around a moment before thinking better of it and turning it off completely. "You hear that?" he whispered. Please don't just be in my head, please don't just be in my head- he closed his eyes, partially to ignore the darkness around them as he put his hand over Dylon's light as well, partially to concentrate on the direction the music was coming from. "Sssh!" After a moment of listening, he opened his eyes again, peering through the shadows as best he could- should they hide? They were both injured and Sasha said not to reveal their weapons, as tempting as it was- but the song was entrancing. It sounded like a girl- he wished he knew any French that wasn't the lyrics to a Beatles song.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:53 pm
Wash followed her in, stopping at the door just behind her.
"Or you could tell me where it is, stay out here, an' wait. What's more dangerous, in there -" he motioned to the tombs, "or out here?" He looked at her, really looked at her then.
"Hey, hey," he murmured, stepping in close and wrapping his arms around her. "Nothins happened yet, you're ok. We're ok." He whispered this last into her hair.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 11:01 pm
"I don't know what's more dangerous. None of this was this neat the last time I was here. The flowers, the cleanliness. None of it. I don't know what's more dangerous."
She couldn't help but wonder how the others were faring. If she let Wash go down there alone and something happened to him... then again, he was willing to do what needed to be done. There was a comfort in his embrace, and Sasha let out a shaky sigh as she pulled away from him.
"All the way down. Straight back, there's a tomb. The last time I was here, it was shut and then opened. I don't know if it'll be closed now or not. If it's shut I'll come down and see if we can't slide it open. Don't touch anything else. Don't summon your weapon unless you have to. If you find yourself in the presence of something or someone, call out. I've got my daggers."
Sasha brushed her hair back from her face and offered Wash a slight smile before she handed over a small penlight she'd brought with her.
"Please be careful."
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 11:13 pm
Wash nodded, taking the small light and clicking it on before moving past her to gently ease open the door. "I'll be quick," he responded. Tension sang in his shoulders, a slow creeping fear settling into his gut. He hated the dark, it reminded him of the dungeons, of bugs and whispers and sinister cat calls. It reminded him of what lay just on the far side of hope. He took one last glance back at her before stepping through, letting the dark swallow him and his little light. This little light of mine. Sally's voice echoed in the back of his head, a trembling, quiet soprano. It was a song she'd learned from him ages ago, on a far away training field. I'm gonna let it shine.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 11:27 pm
The statues stare out in vigilant silence as he passes. The tomb at the end still holds all the little toys and fancies from before. The rope ladder still dangles down into darkness, hung by two thick metal hooks fixed into the stone.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 11:46 pm
Wash tried to ignore the statues looming over him and approached the ladder, careful not to shine the light into the hole and instead placing it in his teeth. He knelt, ducking his chin so the light glimmered off the hooks. He jiggled the rope lightly, trying to see if there was a way to slide it off instead of cutting it loose.
"It's hooked into the floor," he called back softly. "I'm gonna see if I can't pull it loose, but I might have t'come back for one o' your daggers."
It was eerie, interrupting the solemn silence, but somehow talking made him feel better. Less alone.
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Posted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 11:50 pm
The loops at the top of the rope are study, but slip off the hooks easily enough. Wash now has 35 feet of rope ladder.
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